Black Magician Novels & Stories

HOW TO BLACKMAIL THE BAD BOY Copyright © Agatha Rose All Rights Reserved. ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ The "TBNB" Series by Agatha Rose Young / New Adult : 1. The Bad Nerd Boy - Season 1, 2, 3 2. Asian Potterhead and the Lovestruck Bad Boy ( Hunter Jones & Mey Wang ) 3. The Blonde That Got Away ( Luke & Shanelle Bernucci )

The white-haired woman pulled a contraption from her robes, like the bridle of a horse. “What is that?” I recoiled. The mage with the melodious voice stepped forward and grabbed my face by the jaw, holding me still. I tried to pull away. The contraption had a metal bar with sharp looking spikes and a framework of leather straps. “Hold her,” the woman ordered the men as I screamed and struggled against them. The half-ogre roared in response, and for a moment, fought his way free of his guards. “Ianaceo,” she growled out at the ogre with the bitter bite of magic, and the ogre fell flat onto the floor, though he continued to growl and groan, he could not move. “Don’t make me do the same to you,

She released a ball of fire and Leni was looking at it hopelessly. Then suddenly, someone appeared on the gates. A man wearing a hooded black robe. His face was hidden beneath the hood and only his pale fingers can be seen. He was the one Serra saw in her dream. To Serra's surprise, he ran fast towards Leni . He lifted his hand and black smoke gathered on his palm. He thrusted his palm forward and released a ball of black smoke. The two balls meet. Black against gold, the sun against the moon. The balls fused and exploded into a white smoke.

Her silvery hair changed back to black. Everett said to her, "you are a half mage." She was shocked to hear Everett's words. "What? That's impossible! I am just a normal human. I know nothing about mages." Everett replied, "no, you're not an ordinary human, but you are half human and half mage and mage are the greatest enemies of the vampire kingdom." Hearing the words of Everett, Jayda interrupted, "Your Majesty, we must execute her because she is our enemy." Hearing Jayda's words, the vampires who were there shouted to kill her.

I asked. The old woman cleared her throat and spoke, “This is the world of Majika. Where every one of us that lives in this place has magic. Majika World has split into two; the world of Mage, where you are now, and the other is the world of Black Wizards. Black Wizards are the mortal enemy of the Mages. The Black Wizards use black magic, and it is harmful. And witch wizards curse our town, and tonight we will all transform into wolves, whether young or adults. That’s because of that witch’s curse.” the old woman explained sadly. That’s so sad. "Is there any way you can get rid of the curse?" I asked. I wanted to help them undo the curse.

But I had a different solution, a darker, more forbidden path. It was whispered in hushed tones among the mages of the realm, a taboo subject spoken only in the darkest corners of ancient libraries. They called it "Black Magic," a forbidden art that delved into the very essence of souls. The news I received spoke of a lake hidden deep within the Endless Forest, a place where thousands of monstrous creatures were lurking for centuries. Those monsters were now finally coming to attack human civilization.

His chest heaved, his jaw slackened, and as his gaze dropped briefly to my bleeding arm and back up to my terrified eyes, a low, hypnotic rumble vibrated deep within his chest. He took one slow, deliberate step toward me, his voice dropping into a raspy, spellbinding whisper that shattered the quiet. "...Mate." And just like that, I blacked out.

Her lips were blackis purple, a shade of lipstick most people couldn’t pull off, but it looked good on her, and her skin was as pale and clammy looking as her daughter’s. It was obvious to me that Francis Flamingo had actually found a way to infiltrate my subconscious. This wasn’t a dream. This was a meeting in my mind. Or else she’d pulled me away somehow to another realm. In all of my dealings with magic, it hadn’t occurred to me to ask whether or not there was even such a thing as another realm, but it seemed like it now.

The three magic Knights Leaders went out of the portal and stood on the three chairs placed on the sides of the King’s chair. “And let’s welcome our Kingdom’s Magic Leader, King Magnus!” everyone rose from their seats to welcome the King. King Magnus is a fire mage, my father met with him once and I remembered that his aura is as tremendous as my father. He talked to me before and he was really kind but he’s aura is just so powerful that even though he showed kindness towards me, I still kept a distance.

"Becca!" A voice, low, deep but soft, called. I closed my eyes even tighter not wanting to wake up from my dream where I was the queen of the dark, sitting on a black acrylic royal chair with a gold wood finish. Every morning I woke up, I would walk to the mausoleum connected to my palace by an underground tunnel, clanking my heeled boots along the cobblestone tiles as I checked on my prisoners. Each cell had someone who had crossed my line one way or another. It wasn't until I walked to the end where two cells were separated from the rest. The cells that were labeled hostes, latin meaning worst enemies and mortem below hostes, meaning death. Behind the old rusty bars of one of the cells was