Black Magician Novels & Stories

Ace POV Let me introduce myself, the name is Ace black, I'm twenty-seven years old, head of the black dragon family. We're more like an outlaws kind of family, not blood related but brothers none the less. My mother was a druggie and my father, I have no idea who that man might be. I left home when I was fourteen and joined the black dragon family, I started low like everyone else, at the bottom of the food chain till I made it to the top, I'm the head of the family now.

With a roar of the engine, I sped off recklessly into the night, consumed by anger and thoughts of revenge for what they had just done to me. My mind raced, consumed by a whirlwind of terrifying possibilities. The ease with which everything fell into place was a clear sign of Aamon's manipulative hand. A chill slithered down my spine as I realized that the mafia was now directly intertwined with Rei Draven. Sooner than expected, our paths had merged and the stakes were higher than I could have ever imagined. But I couldn't run from this twisted game - no, it was time to play along and show them what I was truly made of. With claws bared and a savage hunger in my eyes, Xavier Woods would soon

Just last night, he gave me critical, important news that I have had him on since before I fell sick due to the black magic. “Malakai.” His voice came, as he came to stand in front of me, his expression dead serious and his eyes sharp. “I have found out who truly wields the black magic and made Coke Stone the vessels.” My eyes that were set in the forest ahead in the darkness narrowed slightly, and I found myself tilting my head to the side slightly, my entire attention fixated on him. “Who is it?” I asked.

Argabus led the two men towards the direction of the explosion. They saw a large amount of smoke in the air and they all rushed towards it. "Is this how it has been in the capital?", Magnus asked Argabus as they arrived at the scene. "Pretty much", Argabus replied. "Wait... something isn't right", Asher said as he stopped. The two men quickly stopped and looked at Asher. "What is wrong?", Argabus asked. "Black magic... lots and lots of it", Asher said. "This isn't just some pack, this is the veiled Serpents"

I didn't have the first clue and a small whine escaped from me as I tried to figure it out. Derek understood my dilemma, "Just relax, take a deep breath, and concentrate hard on being human. The magic should do it automatically." I took a deep breath and tried to picture myself as I looked in the mirror. I put all my will into that thought and concentrated on becoming human. It took me a long moment, but I felt the world begin to melt and shimmer around me. I ended up crouched on the table completely naked.

Magnus muttered as he sank into his chair, pinching the bridge of his nose. Knock. Knock. A sudden knock pulled him from his thoughts. "Come in," he said. Darmon, the palace’s head magician, stepped in and bowed respectfully. "Your Majesty, the energy orb registered a surge of unidentified magical energy shortly after the ceremony." Magnus straightened. "Unidentified?" "Yes, Your Majesty. The orb recorded a strange wave—an unusual color… purple-black. It felt… ominous." Magnus froze. The words struck like lightning. "Did you say purple-black?"

Doubting if she is even attracted to me. But Naomi surprises me when her next words leave her mouth. " I'm sorry to say this Mr. Black, but you don't always get to have whatever thing you want. And nothing's gonna make me want you, not even your sleek, sweet, dirty lines." Damn. Talk about a boner killer.

"No, she never did." He came at me, and I met him, steel against steel, and the force of it ran up through my arms the way it always had, because whatever else my brother had become, he had not become weak. Black magic does not make a man weak. It makes him hungry, and hunger is its own kind of strength, the worst kind, the kind that does not know how to stop feeding even when there is nothing left worth eating.

“On it.” Draco slammed the door after him. “What? What do you mean?” Gabriel smirked, he leaned towards Lori. “It didn’t occur to me before… but when you mentioned black magic… it did. Black magic is the opposite of all your kind stand for. It is evil, abhorrent. Ordinarily simple spells and magical trinkets won’t work on even the worst of beasts but an ordinary bracelet made with black magic was able to stop your shift.” “So black magic?! That’s my weakness?!”

At that moment, Neil raised his hand and asked a crucial question, "If the spirits in the magic boxes are categorized, then does the magician's box contain spirits of magicians, the werewolf’s box contain spirits of werewolves, and the vampire’s box contain spirits of vampires?" Maria smiled and replied, "Neil, your guess is correct." Neil continued to probe, “If the werewolf’s box requires both a magician and Ryan, a werewolf to open it, what about the magician’s box and the vampire’s box?” Maria explained, “I’m not entirely sure about the vampire’s magic box, but the magician’s box doesn’t have the magical barriers that like what Maggie placed on the werewolf’s box. Therefore, as long as a