Black Magician の小説・ストーリー

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.

Magnus Blackthorn. The name didn’t mean much to most. Not anymore. But it was him. I knew it. The record said he was once a respected healer. A gifted man who studied the ancient magics—until something twisted in him. Until he began experimenting with forbidden rituals. Ones that used living power. Blood. Soul. The record ended abruptly. No details on how they stopped him. Just one line: “Sealed beneath the Hollow. Bound in blood and oath.” I swore under my breath and slammed the file shut.

Rita "Blackthorn wasn’t built for the weak," Gogo said, stirring a steaming cup of rooibos tea with a long, carved bone spoon. The scent of cinnamon and earth filled the kitchen as Rita leaned in, listening. "Three founders—a witch, a werewolf, and a vampire—came together in a time when our kind had to hide or be hunted. They made a place where magic wasn’t just tolerated. It thrived." Rita traced the rim of her own cup. "So it was always a school?"

"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.

Bone cracked, but it didn’t falter. Above, Daryl reached a ledge and pulled something from his cloak — a vial glowing with sickly blue light. Even from here, Killian could taste the metallic tang of concentrated blood magic. He hurled it down. The vial shattered at the creature’s feet, and the blue glow surged upward, tangling with the red in its veins. The Bloodforged froze, muscles twitching as if caught between two masters. Daryl dropped from the ledge, landing beside Killian. “Now!”

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.”

“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.

Rodri quietly; I do not know much, but in our kingdom they cooperated with some magicians who use black magic to use it in war, which is what the high priests recommended to the king and the rest of the princes Demian quietly: Do you know how to neutralize someone who has had it? Rodri sighs. I really don't know, I mean, I've heard of the method before, but I didn't understand anything from it Mac has no patience; Oh, my God, she's a useless, useless bitch Demian looks at him; And who has captured it, your smartest brothers, behold Mac shuts up, so Rodri smiles, and Demian talks to her again Demian quietly; So tell me what you heard and told you and I'll see if I can use it

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?

I know, I made my family a crazy one about me. After searching for a week, we didn’t find anything, but I could say that we learnt many strange things about magic, like the werewolves, if they are faced with a dark magician, they will destroy their hearts completely, because a dark magician uses blood sacrifices to cast spells, he wants to make sure that his spell will work even after his death, so in destroying the heart the magic will stop in operating itself and the spell cast will disappear. It is something that I didn’t know about before. It may come in handy, because who knows William might be sending dark mages as assassins to kill me.