Dark Magic Harry Potter Novels & Stories

He muffled and stepped ahead towards me only in one piece of the towel covering his bottom. I stayed rooted to my spot, shivering on a thought that he could harm me as he now knew what I had just found out about him; his dark, ugly fantasy. “Wh—What—Is—This!” I gritted my teeth, hatred was concealing my bosom. I managed to stand up tall on my trembling legs. I was patting the pile of pictures on my other palm, my eyes were stuck on the ground as millions of emotions, thoughts, and reasons were blocking the processing of my brain at the moment.

"It's an immortality spell." She shook her head. "Not likely. Immortality is a myth. You'd have to be a god to do that. Is the darkness a god?" "I don't think so." My eyes shifted through more of the books. They all had one thing in common: the need for a blood relation of the person casting the spell or the person they were summoning. "So, If not immortality, then the darkness must be summoning a Grey. Are they trying to summon my mother?"

Veronica’s POV “You dabble with dark magic?” I exclaimed, my voice raising after I recovered from the initial shock and fear. The figure of the shadow merged with the darkness behind her so it was less eerie. However, there is still the obvious aura of the shadow dancing around her. “This is a whole level of low even for you, Jadeline!” I exclaimed and clutched the armrest of where Keldor was still tied. Dark magic is forbidden for all creatures. It corrupts the user and it topples the balance of nature. The user will forever carry its repercussions. This kind of ability always asks for something in return, double of what it has given— that is why it can perform great feats.

Instantly, all eyes shifted from me to the newcomer. The warriors and the small crowd of onlookers immediately turned and bowed deeply as the man approached. Lifting my eyes, I saw a young man with an air of undeniable charisma. His spiky brunette hair, square jaw, and deep blue eyes exuded a quiet strength. Despite his imposing presence, I found it hard to believe he could be the Dark Lord. Beside him stood a younger boy, whose face seemed like it had been meticulously sculpted to perfection, radiating a similar aura of authority.

That was the book I looked at when I first went here, before I met them. "This is the book that can show you how to cure his illness. But this is the most dangerous one. It's always been in the hands of Madam Olga, but I think it's really for you to see since it showed itself to you in the library. You can read it and know it for yourself, but make sure not to be overwhelmed by the content of this book. It has dark magic, and something who doesn't have a collected mind will lose herself in the process." Now I know why they are scared about it. Dark magic isn't something we can play around. I need to be serious about this.

It takes only a powerful witch to be able to conjure a soul from the underworld into a dead Lycan's body. No mere witch was capable of such a feat. One would have to trade his soul to the darkness to be able to perform such an act. And whosoever was at the dark side, was an enemy to the light, and the living. But this monster stood tall before me, eyes black like the abyss it had been awakened from. “All these for a maid?” I knew a fight stood before me, unbound by the shackles of death. I, on the other hand, had no time to waste. Strigurd was prepared for a bloodbath.

These scarecrows seemed to radiate a terrifying forcefield, burning with jet-black flames as they waved their burning scythes and made their way over to Wilbur. The force field surrounding them seemed to make the air around them ripple, enough to even affect someone at the Sanctuary level. Once their target was affected, they would be free to go in for the kill. Wilbur frowned. Maddox definitely knew his way around dark magic. From the Storm of Dark Ravens to this Dark Harvest, each spell was mysterious and haunting, and they were fatal moves too. Of course, both were far from enough against someone like Wilbur. Wilbur's Dark Disperse lit up once again with multi-colored spiritual flames, ex

Alpha Arthur blurted from where he stood at the nook, a stick of cigar tucked between his lips, letting out clouds of smoke. "What should we do to save him?" Jett interrogated, eyes flaring between the three other males who seem more literate than him. He knew nothing about dark magic, it was illicit and they intended to stay away from it because it eroded the soul, especially when it's being contrived by an unfitting and tinged heart. Arthur scoffed. "You can't save him. Dark magic is pernicious. Whoever did this has a grievance with the Beta!" Again, Alexis's eyes shimmered with tears as his qualms were ratified. Gray was planning on annihilating Riyan but how did Gray acquire dark magic?

go ahead. The ritual involved ingesting the blood of a bat and venom from a black mamba. The ritual would have killed anyone, but due to Luke’s determination and the growing darkness in his heart, the ritual was a success. He died and was revived as a new being. Thus, began the birth of the first vampire. Unfortunately, the ritual had a side effect. He had to consume blood to sustain his health as would anyone turned by him. Discovering his new power, he laid waste to his master and massacred a lot of people in his town. The warlock having seen his mistake too late and regretting it, decided to work on how to destroy what he created. But Luke, having anticipated this, stormed his fortress

Her breath shook. She slammed her hand on the table so hard the wood cracked. “Impossible.” She paced the room in sharp, angry strides, her steps echoing with a boiling fury she could barely contain. Shadows curled and twisted along the walls as her aura spiraled out of control. Impossible. No witch, not even her sister could break that spell. That tether wasn’t simple magic. It was dark magic. Old magic. Magic made from her own blood. Who in the fates could possibly… Her thoughts were interrupted as the door opened.