Dark Magic Harry Potter Novels & Stories

The shadows in the corners of the room seemed to stretch toward the book, hungry and listening. "It's fighting you," Marcus Blackthorn drawled from the armchair in the corner. He was swirling a glass of blood-laced bourbon, looking for all the world like a bored aristocrat watching a gladiator match. "Dark magic has an immune system, Vida. It knows you're a High Witch. It doesn't like you." "I don't need it to like me," I muttered, wiping a fresh trickle of blood from my nose with the back of my hand. "I need it to talk."

“ This tattoo was something that was given to me by a dark wizard, I had a hard time keeping it restrained. Only the blood infused with dark magic can break through the dark spells that are cast on a person or a thing.” As he spoke the red blood that was dripping down on the voodoo doll slowly turned dark and then it started to ooze a sticky black liquid which dripped from the edge of the counter and then gurgled on the bottom of the floor before it started to rise and formed the shape of two human beings while the one on the left was completely deformed while the other figure formed a figure of a woman. “ This must belong to the dark wizard since it’s impossible to track them down without t

“I already told you I hate it when you interrupt me.” The first crack on the floor happened right in between Diana and the warlocks. “W-What’s happening?” “Is this another trick of a dark witch?” “She’s not a witch! She’s a hybrid!” The crack started to slither as it grow longer and bigger. “Wrong. Dark magic is not my thing.” Her eyes gleamed with crimson embers of anger and anguish. “It’s time manipulation.” Boom! Before the remaining warlocks could conjure the last of their magic to break free from the spell, the two nearest pillars smashed them into a pile of meat paste and bones. Blood immediately flooded the floor.

Strange apparatus hummed and flickered with faint traces of energy, the air thick with the tang of burnt herbs and iron. My brows furrowed. What could possibly be so urgent that he summoned me in such haste? Felix stopped at a long table, his expression grave. "The test we ran on the dark magic… it wasn’t just a spell designed to mask infidelity." That made me stiffen. The original purpose was to prevent a mate from sensing betrayal—that much I knew. "Then what is it?" I demanded, my voice low, and feeling uneasy. “We discovered that the potion contains a substance powerful enough to wreak havoc in the werewolf kingdoms,” he said gravely.

“Dark magic? Are you sure?” Hazel nodded, her eyes still unfocused. "It was a vision. Maxine was standing before an altar, a figure cloaked in shadows beside her. I couldn’t see their face, but I could feel the power. It’s... it’s not just Maxine’s will at work. She’s making a deal—something far darker than what we’ve faced before." Oswald exchanged a look with Darius. Dark magic, a force so ancient and dangerous, was not something they could take lightly. They had fought enough battles to know that when such power was involved, the cost was always high.

The problem I’m having is this: If I allow myself even the slightest bit of wiggle room for the veracity of Father Ward’s story in this journal, the door is opened wide for all sorts of other things. Like a child-devouring demon named Moloch or Baal. An odd yellow taxi and odder coins bearing a strange design popping up all over town. A ghostly boy maybe born of a man’s deep pain and self-loathing. A strange place called Carcosa—with black skies and even blacker stars—where it seems lost people go when they’ve nowhere else. Someone or something named Hastur (a name which runs cold shivers down my spine even thinking it).

"I want you to help me give it to them." Asher's heart gave an involuntary flip. "Present?" Sarah's red lips lifted into an evil grin. Pulling her clutch from its place on the table beside her she began to rummage through it until she found what she needed. She held a tiny packet filled with white powder out flashing it to a confused looking Asher. "Do you know what this is Asher?" She asked now. Asher slowly shook his head feigning ignorance. He had a vague idea, but he didn't want to say as he tried to give Sarah the benefit of the doubt. After all this was real life not some ridiculous TV drama. People didn't actually plot to drug people to get their way, right?

Especially since his whole fantasy was for there to be a shroud of mystery with us meeting. She continued, "I can give him your number and he can call and go over any other specifics with you. I realize it'll be dark but I don't know if there's anything special he wants you to wear or not wear, any special way he wants you to smell, that kind of thing. I think the whole premise of being in the dark is to heighten all of your other senses. He really wants the physical connection with you, without any pretense about who he is or who his family is or all that."

It’d been years since I used my dark magic kit and my maids knew that I only requested it when I was in the mood to unleash powerful and irreversible magic, one which would drain me but also be lethal to whoever it was meant for. “Here ma’am” She handed me a well dusted kit and I placed it on the floor before me and opened it to reveal my dark magic book, deadly potions and life altering tools. I lowered myself to the ground before it and sat in such a way that my legs spread and joined by my feet leaving two triangles on both sides.

Sometimes Morana was afraid of what she could do, or what she couldn't stop. Even though Morana's life was full of hatred and regret, the face of death was still terrifying. Time passed, and slowly the noise around Morana became only the faint background sound behind her fading consciousness. Morana felt her body getting lighter like cotton, like dry leaves blown by the wind in the dry season. As Morana completely surrendered to the darkness enveloping her body, she felt that emptiness once more. It was as if he no longer stepped on the earth. # # #