Dark Magic Harry Potter Romane & Geschichten

He sees me smiles and responds mischievously. "No, I'm fine at the moment," I nod and leave even more nervous than when I entered. I walk into the kitchen and into the office, where Pit has another order list in hand. “What's up Nisha?” he asks when he sees my face. “Who is Dark?” I ask, what happens next alarms me. The list falls from her hands and the color in her face vanishes completely, she opens her eyes wide and says in barely a whisper. “Where have you heard that name?” I hesitate for a moment.

I asked, releasing my death grip from him, and taking a step backwards. His hazel eyes regarded me with such gentleness that it helped quell my nervousness. There had always been an incredible fondness between the two of us, so I knew that we were close as he grew up. I could not wait to live out those moments if I could make out of wherever this was. “By rescuing the pups, you fell under the influence of some very strong dark magic. This specific kind throws you inside your own head and messes with you. It plays on your demons, so to speak.”

But perhaps she had some books on witches as well. I needed to do something. Briana was in school most of the day, even though I told her she was more than welcome to stay home. I think she needed the distraction as much as I did. I walked to the library and saw some books that might be helpful. They discussed the difference between white and dark magic and how each type of magic changed someone. Performing dark magic required massive amounts of anger and evil, the more you performed dark magic the darker your soul became. Some spells even took some of your soul. I think that Jade’s spell was one of those, seeing as she said, "take my soul to bring him death."

Viktor had to act fast while Theodria was still stunned from the impact of his initial assault. Viktor, the dark magician, cast a spell using as fuel the negative energy that he had absorbed along with his own inner mana, combining both energies to use black magic, to use Necromancy. "[Reanimate the dead]" Hot, sticky blood gushed out of Viktor's nose as the dark power gathering behind his eyes shot out with a second spell. The bitter taste of black bile filled her mouth and she doubled over at the waist in excruciating searing pains. But his suffering didn't matter because the spell had worked.

Then, clad in fuzzy blue bedroom slippers with pom-poms on the toes, baggy jeans, red belt, and braless, she waited. The sorceress took up the mortar and pestle. In went the deadly nightshade, the wild elephant's ear, the bladderwort, and the stinking smut. Blobs of mercury slid over the powdered herbs as she had carefully poured it from the vail while covering her nose and mouth with her feathered sleeve.

I sighed, looking up into his sad eyes. "Laura doesn't do that for me," Ronald said, shaking his head. "Ronald, if I have to, I will, and it will be for us all," I said softly as I exited the room. I made my way down the stairs to the bookcase. I ran my fingers along the books, pausing when they came to a dark spell book. I reached for it, paused briefly, and pulled it from the shelf. The dark magic within the book almost hummed. I set the book down and opened it. I flipped through until I found a spell to undo Ryan and Eric's pact. I froze, knowing that this could be the key to saving everyone, but I was also aware that this spell would kill me.

I'm going to remove the blindfold now, and don't you dare ever think you could outsmart me, won't allow this to happen. He removed the blindfold from my eyes, it was blurry at first and now it was Ok, the house was big and spacious, it was beautiful and dangling I can't the place to my, it was hard choosing the one that is cooler between him and Damon, but that not the point now I need to escape this hell loop if I don't want anything to happen, cause I can't live if this man ever touches me, the guilt am going to felt is not of this world.

"Of course. You must be careful. They must be looking for the Grail of Immortality and Youth that disappeared a long time ago and I don't think they've ever performed a ritual with it. While they only have the chalice of flames." The chalice of Immortality, that's what was kept in the secret room. Chaz was right, those mystical grails were indeed the most sacred objects for the black magic world. Elgar and Kathleen began to prepare everything before heading to the witches' hideout. Kathleen is very good at making potions, and I didn't expect her to find such a deadly poison. I guess they really wanted to use their abilities to do good. "Do you trust them now?" I asked Alden as the two of the

I want to know why—why after all these years, after everything, I am still bound to you? Damien raked his hand through his thick, unruly hair, looking like he wanted to tear at it. His silence was deafening, the pause stretching out so long I thought he wasn’t going to answer me at all. But then, finally, he spoke, his voice low, almost as if he was talking more to himself than to me. “I think… it happened because of the dark magic that was sent toward you.” I blinked, confusion mixing with the simmering anger inside me. Dark magic? What was he talking about?

He didn’t need to finish the sentence for me to understand. “No.” I shook my head. “There has to be a way. You’re the most knowledgeable scholar of magic in the kingdom. You’ve studied this.” “I’ve studied it, yes,” Odin said, frustration clear in his voice. “But this isn’t some simple spell, Quinton. It’s dark magic that predates even the oldest of records. The fact that you encountered a shadow double means we’re dealing with something ancient—something dangerous beyond comprehension.” “I don’t care how ancient it is,” I growled. “You’re going to fix this.”