Novel & Cerita Dark Arts Defence

“So? You didn’t do that! Why would you hide this?” It made no sense to me. “Get in.” With that, he got inside the car and slammed the door behind him, leaving my questions unanswered. “Isn’t the sunset pretty?” Dominic questioned out loud, his eyes looking upwards as he started in complete aw. “I’m more focused on the twenty innocent bodies that were slaughter for god’s know what reason that psychopath has and the fact that their fucking families will never know where the hell they are and will forever remain hopeful that one day they will magically appear on their doorstep when in reality they are long dead. But yeah, the sunset’s pretty.”

It feels like I live in a prison where I can never be happy or see the light beyond the darkness around me. I never had friends or a girlfriend because my father doesn't let anyone get close to me. Sometimes I feel a lot of pain in my body and this always happens during the full moon, so I take some horrible medicine that my father gives me. He says it's for my good, because if I don't take it I'll get sick, I know it's not that, but I don't have my grandfather to tell me what's wrong with me! These nightmares that don't leave me alone and are always the same turn me into a horrible wolf where I'm in a war of leadership, that's it and the same dreams or nightmares every day.

Defending me is one thing, but he went crazy, they’ll never believe that what he did was self-defence. I put my hands over my face, trying to think of something. Either way, Liam was getting in trouble for this because my father had pressed charges, even if I pressed charges against my father, Liam’s charges would still stand. Self-defence or not, he was still going to be charged with GBH because he did do it even though he was provoked. I couldn’t take the risk that he would be let off. What if he wasn’t? What if he got sent to jail for this, and I lost him?

She was still thinking when Rowan nudged her arm lightly. Suddenly, Mr. Wallace’s sharp eyes landed on her. “Yes, Jordan,” he said calmly. “Tell us—why do you think Forbidden Arts are kept from werewolves?” Philipa froze. Slowly, she stood up. “Because they are dangerous,” she said after a moment, “and of no real use to us.” The class murmured in agreement. Mr. Wallace chuckled softly.“Sit.” She sat down, confused. “Forbidden Arts were not banned because they were useless,” he began. “They were banned because they were abused.” He walked to the board and wrote a single word in bold letters: DARKNESS

"A list of the more active dark arts organizations from the past several decades." Boreas flipped through it casually, then stopped at one name. "The Novern Dominion? Relatively new. They rose to prominence sometime in the last few decades. Their doctrine differs from that of the others. "They focus on suppressing rival dark organizations. Something along the lines of 'clean house before you face the world outside.'" Boreas made a quiet sound. "Nothing. I just happened to think of something. Arthur had nine daughters. Probably a coincidence." He closed the file. "Go with Oscar to Silverton. He still projects that extreme danger, but something seems to be preventing him from acting freely. Fi

Pain lances through my chest. “During the war,” Eleanor says, “there were three greatest threats to the Dark Mage. First, the Amadeus wolves—unstoppable warriors. Second, the Castellanos pack—whose Alpha could seal him. And third, the Primarch Arcana. The strongest light witch.” Her eyes move to Dominicus now. “And as you are now,” she says softly, “you’re the only living being strong enough to fight Caedrim. The only one capable of stopping him if he ever returns.”

I demanded, feeling a knot of anxiety tighten in my chest. Whitman sighed, his shoulders slumping slightly. “There’s an ancient darkness that was thought to have been defeated years ago. It was a force that once controlled the rogues, bending them to its will.” My heart skipped a beat. “You’re saying it’s back?” Whitman nodded. “Yes. This darkness is seeking revenge, and it has resurfaced with a new leader. The Blackthorns are merely its instruments.” Eli exchanged a worried glance with me. “And what does this have to do with the traitor?”

“Indeed! Oscar was known for his dark arts, but no one realized his true strength. He must have had some hidden agenda.” “Do you think his goal was related to the Universe Alliance’s secret realm that is about to open?” This suggestion sent a ripple of surprise through the crowd. “Maybe not, but it’s common for dark art practitioners to enter secret realms to seek out ancient corpses,” someone in the crowd suggested. “Exactly. They search for the bodies of powerful ancient beings and use forbidden techniques to reanimate them, which strengthens themselves in the process,” another added.

"Come on, Ava. Don't pull that card on me. This bar is neutral ground. Everyone comes here. And I'm sure,even them" She sighed and turned to look at me. "Why are you doing this to yourself? The Black Rose isn't some street gang you can take down with a badge and a gun. They're everywhere. In the police, the courts, city hall" "Well, it looks like the number of police they got in their pocket exceed the others' numbers", I muttered, fighting the urge to not throw up the content in my stomach. The images of those bodies in the warehouse still flashed through my mind randomly and right now ,it was taking more than forever to fade away.

Before he finished speaking, the darkness behind him emitted a subtle protest, but once again, it was ignored by Lord Ewen. Arista felt that this darkness seemed to always oppose Lord Ewen’s decisions. Whether it was when he brought her back to the island or when he took her to the underground chamber containing the artifact. Perhaps the darkness was always prepared to object whenever it heard Levi and Lord Ewen conversing, but it could never defy Lord Ewen’s indifference... Thinking about it, it’s really pitiful...