Black Magician Novels & Stories

Malcolm angrily kicks him, if I cannot kill you by beating you to death, I wanted to do this later but you have aroused the anger in me and I am going to vent it on you" Malcolm says, Mark's men pulls their trigger and points it at Malcom, they couldn't move their gun, Malcolm makes some incantations and make the gun turns around to Mark's men. Mark seeing this quickly move to the midst of his men , he made some incantation and they all disappeared. Malcom men were surprised to see that both men uses black magic, he could see how they stared at him in surprise while passerby already flee. " Why are you guys staring at me? Let's go home, we will talked about it when we get home" he says. They

Norman waved a hand impatiently at Martha. Martha lowered her head quickly and left the study. "Mr. Ballard, tell me the truth. Can I be saved?" Norman asked nervously. Sebastian turned to look at Lyanna and asked, "What's the black pus on Mr. Nichols Senior's neck?" "Demon maggots!" Lyanna answered without even pausing to think. Demon maggots? There was a ringing in Sebastian's ears. He had seen records of those in the Sacred Medicine Secret Annals. They were things that would only appear on evil ghosts or in areas where dark energy was very strong.

What is making the golems move? “The source of the core isn’t mana nor magic stone.” “Yes, I expected that much.” Sabrina thought of something else. “Is it black magic?” She inquired. The female dragon tamer shook her head and gave a different answer. “Something else along with black magic.” Sabrina started to frown. She was too stunned to speak. Black magic was taboo magic that one could commit. Whoever practiced black magic would suffer rapid aging and live in a rotten body. The black magic practitioners or wizards sacrificed a few dozen humans and were cannibals.

reply the warriors and begin heading off. “This is a simple spell, no black magic was used. Every coven member leaves behind a specific imprint when they use magic, but I don’t know who this person is. Whoever it is, is not apart of my coven. We have a rogue witch or warlock on the loose,” says Dimitri. “Fuck.”

A soft, metallic whisper echoed behind us: “Ah… clever. Very clever. But the final act… hasn’t even begun.” I froze. Jax tensed beside me. I turned, and there, beyond the collapsing strands, a new figure emerged—human, yet impossible. Not fully corporeal, but undeniably alive. My father’s signature smirk, his eyes glinting with malevolent intelligence… only now, he wasn’t alone. Jax’s jaw tightened. “Who the hell is that?” I swallowed, heart pounding. “I… I don’t know. But I think… he’s found another way.”

The shadows in the corners of the room seemed to stretch toward the book, hungry and listening. "It's fighting you," Marcus Blackthorn drawled from the armchair in the corner. He was swirling a glass of blood-laced bourbon, looking for all the world like a bored aristocrat watching a gladiator match. "Dark magic has an immune system, Vida. It knows you're a High Witch. It doesn't like you." "I don't need it to like me," I muttered, wiping a fresh trickle of blood from my nose with the back of my hand. "I need it to talk."

Lilith’s POV The next morning, Magnus summoned me to his study. He didn’t smile. He just gestured for me to sit, then he leaned forward, resting his elbows on the desk like a man about to make a deal with the devil. “There’s a pack,” he began, with his dangerously low voice. “Blackwood.” I nodded, recognising the name instantly. Blackwood was a respected and powerful pack. I had tried going there to see if they'd take me in, but other rogues told me they were unapproachable.

I stepped closer, and my heart stopped when I saw him. My father. He was back. There was an air of doom that permeated the atmosphere just then and I felt like something terrible was about to happen. One that would shake us all to the depth of our souls even before I even knew what he wanted to say. He stood tall and imposing on the screen, his presence as commanding as ever. But something was off. His eyes burned with an unnatural light, and his voice carried an eerie, almost hypnotic cadence as he addressed the pack. He was different. This was definitely black magic. The worst kind of magic to have to defeat.

She soon found out when she opened the next door she could see, to reveal a half naked mr Black banging a blonde naked girl. His semi long hair was packed making him ten times hotter, he had no shirts on, revealing a hand to shoulder tattoo she didn't know was there, his suit pants were opened allowing his member to enter the moaning lady. The girl was beautiful and was so into the activity , that she didn't notice Grace entering, but Mr Black did as his eyes met hers instantly as she opened the door, he held onto her stare as he continued thrusting into the girl while still looking at her with much depth as if provoking her to do something. Grace only shook her head, before running out of t

Nicklaus calmly said and it didn't take long for the vortex to begin pulling Aliyah into Tartarus. “No! How's this possible? I'm not a demon!” She screamed out loud as she tried to hold onto something but unfortunately for her there wasn't much to hold onto.. “You see, practicing Blackmagic completely turned you into a beast like me… I do hope you enjoy your new home.. byee..” Waved at her and the vortex completely pulled her in and the gate was permanently sealed and disappeared from the graveyard forever.. The blood moon fades away slowly and he could feel his powers surging through his body slowly..