Romans & histoires Black Magician

“You think a little parlor trick of blue light makes you a queen? You belong in the dirt. You belong in my chains.” A cold, sharp wave of anger washed away every trace of fear. I stopped trembling. I stood up straight, my mismatched eyes locking onto his terrifying form without flinching. The blue resonance, which had been humming steadily beneath my skin, suddenly flared into a blinding, cobalt intensity. It didn't feel like a foreign magic anymore; it felt like a roaring ocean locked inside my veins, finally crashing through a broken dam. "I am not your property," I whispered, my voice carrying clearly across the chaotic, blood-soaked hall. "And I'm done hiding in your kitchens."

"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

But because his mate was a black magician who decided to remain in the Paltiti Kingdom and served the newly crowned King. Even though they did not share visions in many ways, the couple had a wonderful happy life for almost fifteen years. Until five years ago, when King Edgar Brownfur gave a strict order for every black magician in his kingdom to increase their power limit to the extent. One of the easiest methods was to absorb all the raw mana from omega who had not signed in to any magical discipline. But of course, the donor and recipient mana must be compatible; otherwise, the procedure would surely fail. The only compatible

Daisy hurriedly explained. "You're wasting my time. I think I have to do this." He said and I turned to face him 'cause I didn't understand what he wanted to do. Turning back to look at him, I inhaled some sort of powder and my thinking changed. "Will you follow me now?" Sage asked with a smile. "Yeah, sure." I answered and gasps filled the air. "Sage" Morgan roared. "You know black magic is forbidden in this kingdom. How dare you use it?"

He pressured me. “Okay, fine! Let’s have a blood pact,” I declared. I heard him laugh victoriously. Out of a sudden, my vision turned black. Then, I have found I am no longer inside Deborah’s celestial realm. A red magic circle showed in front of me then Mammon slowly materialized in the air. His wide smirk welcomed me.

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.

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.

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.