Black Magician Novels & Stories

Suddenly, a black portal appeared before the two werewolf servants and they draw their sword to prepare for a battle. It even surprises King Solomon and Queen Elizabeth when a magician with red cloak and black mask appeared and they stood up on their feet. "Who are you? I thought King Abaddon already killed all the magicians and absorbed their powers!" asked one of the werewolves. The magician took off his black mask and spoke. "It has been a while King Solomon, I have never imagined that you will be in this dreadful situation!"

The moment he figures out who you really are, this fortress won't be a cage anymore—it'll be a slaughterhouse. My breath hitched. I stared up into his dark, intense eyes, my mind racing a mile a minute. What was he talking about? My past was completely ordinary. I was just a human girl from a small trading village down the mountain, plucked away from an auction block because my mismatched eyes caught some wealthy monster's fancy. I didn't have a secret bloodline. I didn't come from royalty or ancient pack wolves. I was just Seraphina—a servant scrubbing floors and hauling flour sacks.

I couldn't help but smile. We continued to walk making small talk. The first room I saw was the Black magic room. The first word that came to mind was 'Creepy' because that is what it was. Altars were drawn all around the room and images of demons and angels were drawn on the walls. On one side of the room, there were groups of people holding hands and chanting. On the other side, some people were sitting on the benches murmuring to themselves as if memorising the spells. "Isn't black magic illegal? " I asked William confused.

Matthew was interested. “I’m sure you can sense it too. That guy has two auras circulating in his body. One of them is something I am familiar with. It’s what’s called black heart. It’s not an actual heart that pumps blood, rather it’s a spiritual heart. Such a thing can be conjured with complex black magic. But what he has is not something like that.” “Meaning?” “Black magic is already very complex compared to normal magic. To pull off a complex one requires decades of studying and a crap ton of mana. His black heart is artificial.”

Black hole. Hamish was looking at the woman who was lying on his couch with a frown on her face. Or rather, the thief... He had carried her into his living room and then he had looked for anything on her to identify her but she had no papers so he had to take a picture of her to send to a friend to search in the American databases... He would like to have a drink but he was afraid that the young woman would run away... He wondered why he was unable to call the police... That's what all normal people do after discovering a thief in their house...

I kneeled in front of him and gently took his hands in mine. "Only for a moment, but I'm right here with you. Use the mate bond to ease the pain and you'll be fine." I reassured. He nodded and took a deep breath. "Here goes." He sighed. "I, Elijah Black, Omega of the Midnight Pack, hereby cut all ties with the Midnight Pack and will become a Rogue." His face immediately contorted in pain and he put his hands on his head, groaning. I pressed my forehead against his and hoped that my presence might ease the pain a bit.

The color that once glimmered brightly had turned dreary. “Tch,” the magician quickly pulled himself backward. From his hand a darkness form and enlarge as though forming a spatial space where the magician could enter. Dominic didn’t have to see to know what will happen if he let the magician enter the black space, knowing well that he could disappear. He quickly picked the same sword that he had released, throwing it like a spear that thrust through the air in the speed of a bullet. The magician groaned as he disappeared through the air. What was left from the magician was only traces of purple blood that scattered all over the ground.

In the center of the circle burned a brazier filled with black flame. “Cultists,” Zevran muttered. Kaelira nodded slowly. “The Order of the Eclipse. I thought they were gone.” “Apparently they didn’t get the message.” Before they could move, one of the figures turned toward them. Beneath the hood, the eyes glowed red—Moonlight twisted wrong. “Children of the Black Moon,” the voice hissed. “You sealed what was ours.” Zevran drew his blade. “Not sealed enough, apparently.”

A wave of dread coiled in my stomach as a realization struck me: dark magic was not merely ordinary magic. With the alarming rate at which girls were disappearing—not just in Crystal Falls, but in neighboring towns as well—I began to piece together the skin walker's sinister intentions. Blood magic. The most crude and powerful form of magic known. Even Elara, with all her strength, might find herself outmatched. "No," Malachi reiterated, his glare fixed on me, his eyes intense. "I will seek another magic-user to find her." "I caught a glimpse of where she was, but I couldn't pinpoint the location," Vicky interjected.

the leader of their council said. There was so much hatred in the way he spoke to me, and I wondered what he was talking about. "What did you find out?" I asked him. " You possessed a dark lunar magic and this has brought about some kind of darkness to our pack, we do not accept that kind of magic here and anyone who brings such to us will be punished" he said. It sounded like some lame joke, I am never with such kind of magic, what has this got to do with me?