Novel & Cerita Black Magician

Every story has a beginning, some good, some bad, mine has never been a happy one, no matter who, or how I tell it, nobody will believe me. I can't rely on the people in my life, My parents ignore me, or are cruel to me, my friends are unreliable, and aren't trustworthy either. So what happens when I turn 16 years old, and run away from my problems to another world, only to find myself in the same magical world I played make belief in as a kid? With heartbreak at every turn, and a possible new relationship on the horizon, what could possibly go wrong in this world that hasn't happened to me on Earth?!

"What do you know about hex bags, Ava?" Ava was surprised. "A hex bag? I haven't heard of, let alone seen, anything like that in a long time." "Someone put a hex bag under Gamma Alkon's bed," Thiery said firmly. "What?" Ava asked, shocked. "But that's impossible. In this day and age, who could make one? Black magicians are extinct. My father killed them all in his final battle." Thierry nodded, his face grim. "We all think so. But what if just one black magician escaped, then infiltrated any pack and collaborated with someone planning a coup?"

she asked. " Margaret. That witch. It is her. I am sure it is her," the queen screamed with an anger. " Let me check her," Briada chanted some chants and then saw it was Margaret who was using the black magic but the creator was someone else. " It is sure that Margaret is using the black magic but it is not her who is creator of the black magic. The creator is as the strong power equal to mine that I am not able to see who he or she is? I am the strongest person with the magic but this person has used lots of black magic to cover up that I couldn't find out who she is ?" she said.

Normally, rogues would appear infrequently, but if they were appearing in this manner, it meant there was a chance a mastermind involved in black magic was involved. "How do we deal with this?" Chris demanded, slamming his sheet down on the table. "It is one thing to deal with rogues, another to deal with wendigos, but now you're trying to show us that a dark mage is involved?" "That's right." Travis responded calmly. "If we want to eliminate the rogue issue, then we need to deal with the dark mage." "How do we even go about finding him?" Chris continued, not seeming to be willing to back down. "They're just like fucking humans! How do we find them? "

There’s a room full of strange apparatus and unknown machinery. A robed figure stood before the bed made from black stone. The bed has many strange runes carved on it. Those runes look hellish and unholy but full of unimaginable power. The blood red light shone from those runes upon the robed figure and beyond. The robed figure is The Black Merchant himself. Behind him, there was a black abomination. Its mass consists of countless organs such as eyes, mouth, intestines and countless blood veins with ever changing nature. It’s creeping toward a lifeless body on the stone bed.

She kissed my forehead and she leaned in and kissed Sil’s forehead. “Wait, mom, no—” Mom shut the door, uttered something and ran to the top of the steps beside dad. I pushed the door open but it wouldn’t budge. I glanced in front and a guy in black was holding the wheel. He was wearing shades and red dots glowed in where eyes should be. I had a fuzzy feeling that he was not human. The car shuddered and I looked back. A tiny spark went in to the air. It rose with green flames bursting out. Then our house exploded in flames.

I wrapped my hands around her back and consoled her. “Manvi please don't cry..what’s the matter,” I asked in concern. She parted the hug and showed her hands “look at this, Mumma said it's the biggest blessing if the colour is dark but I only have burnt hands'' she said plainly. I held her hand and kissed her wound gently, she closed her eyes. “Manvi, It's just a ritual and not any Henna’s colour will be evidence to show how deeply I love you..” I exclaimed.

“All signs point there.” “Surely they can’t be more powerful than you three?” Sophie asked. “We hope not,” Magi murmured. “But this is black magic. It was never meant for this world.” “Then the swamps it is,” Xavier said. “Once it’s done, we strike the hunter's base, should be an easy enough target if their attack is anything to go by” That jolted Sophie. Jax and Lucian would be there. But so would others, good people. Her first friend Shiloh, and Old Man Harris.

Their faces were long and slender covered with the thin skin of the elderly. “Good evening, Brother Blake and Sister Clarissa.” Melchior greeted them. The black pendant that hung around his neck indicated that he proudly used shadow magic, otherwise known as black magic. In these times, many people would rather die than mess with black magic. But then, the olc order had never been known as cowards. Blake nodded. “Good evening Brother Melchior and Brother Casper.” He glanced at Clarissa, knowing they would expect the same greeting. “Good evening Brother Melchior and Brother Casper.” She said collectedly.

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