Dark Magic Harry Potter Novels & Stories

Jared asked, as the constant mention of Henry brought him back to reality from his world of thought. "Henry went to see his mother so he would know what year she destroyed the darkhold. One of the most powerful magical books of all time. It's said that as you practice spells from it, it constantly feeds on your soul and possess it, making you crave for more and more power," Alfred replied.

He locked himself away in a dark room until a hooded figure appeared and offered him unlimited power. His love for her was so deep that he chose the dark path and became a Dark Sorcerer just so he could live long enough to protect her. The vision jumped to a hidden cottage in the middle of the woods. I saw my mother carrying a two-year-old baby girl. Me. At first, Mum hesitated because of how drastically Dorian had changed. I could feel it too—the handsome teenager had turned into a gaunt and gloomy adult. Mum noticed the mark of darkness on the back of Dorian’s hand, the mark every Dark Sorcerer possessed. While still carrying me, Mum unleashed her fire magic to attack Dorian.

It’s one of the worst kinds of evil because you never know how the outcome of the situation would turn out, so you just hope with nothing in your hands besides luck and faith. What did hope gain me? Nothing but torment. What should I even do now? Not even magic can do its trick against a curse. Alexander was doomed, and so were we. My loud thoughts were heavy upon my heart. Each step I took felt too cloudy that I barely felt my body colliding until I looked up. Dominic was staring blankly down at me, a bar of dark chocolate in his offering hand. “you’re pale, you may faint. Eat.” I don’t know why I kept staring at his open palm, but my mind was on fire, running a million ideas per second. Ye

She slammed a book on the coffee table in front of me causing me to flinch. "Sorry, I forgot. Werewolf hearing," she said sheepishly, "Now let's see. There is something about you here, about your dark magic powers, all the answers and special abilities." "Did you say dark magic?" "Yes, Emerald after me you are the next queen of dark magic, more stronger and to open that chapter of your life ,first you have to break the curse." I was the next queen of dark magic, ,unbelievable, now I have always wondered why I was able to remove the evil out of people which wasn't one if the special abilities of a werewolf.

I said, and he went quiet, then gave a light sigh. From the look on his face, I already knew it was probably going to be impossible, but still I wanted to hear his reply. "I'm sorry. That… it might not be possible. It won't be." He said, and I raised my brows. "Why?" "It's tapping into dark magic. It's like taking a step into it. The things I would need to do to find her are considered dark, and if there's one thing about dark magic, it's the fact that you can never return. Once you step in, you can't step out. It consumes you, calls for you, and before you know what's going on, you rely on it to solve your every problem, and it corrupts your soul.

How strange? I took closer steps towards the door of the chamber where a black cauldron is, pushed it open and stretched my neck to have a proper view. In it was a potion of dark material and mandrakes, one used purely for dark magic. The longer I peered, the more it looked as if the potion is trying to draw me in through an energy I can't even describe or control. Zephyrine is doing black magic? On who?

I thought he had not even heard me so I decided to open my mouth again but he added, “The pages of the book have worn out a little. But as I predicted the dark witch wanted to have a way to get to the altar. So yes, it might work.” Hope filled my heart when he said that but Jasper’s fingers closed around mine. “But you have to know that this is dark magic…corrupted and vile. The shadows would trick you, they would make you see things, and experience pain and sorrow at the extreme. They would test your resolve. And it might….”

I watched in helpless silence as a soft glow surrounded her hands, but when she pulled them away, the glow faded, and her face was grim. “It’s not natural,” she said softly. “There’s something inside him, something dark. I can’t identify it yet, but it’s draining him.” My heart sank. “What do you mean, something dark? Magic?” She nodded. “Yes, dark magic. It’s subtle, but it’s been in him for a while. It’s been feeding on his strength.” “How long does he have?” I asked, my throat tightening. The healer hesitated before answering. “If we don’t remove it soon... days, maybe a week.”

I couldn’t make my legs work; I stood frozen, not sure what was happening. And then I felt it… it was a darkness like no other. The use of dark magic was powerful and though I never encountered it or felt it before, I knew I could recognize it. It was strong and consuming, nearly bringing me to my knees. The screams echoed around me, closing in around me and making me feel as if I couldn’t breathe. As I looked out the window, there was a slight purple haze to the nightfall, and I knew something dangerous was approaching. It was a briefing of the feeling I got when holding that spellbook, only this felt more powerful.

We knew that this would be the most difficult battle of our lives, a fight for our very existence. Damien placed a paw on my shoulder, his touch reassuring. “Ready?” he whispered. I nodded, my heart pounding in my chest. “Ready.” We pushed open the door, stepping into a large, circular chamber. The air within was thick with the stench of dark magic, so potent that it made my eyes water. The chamber was dimly lit by a single, flickering torch in the center of the room, casting long, distorted shadows that danced across the walls. In the center of the chamber stood a figure cloaked in darkness, its face hidden by a deep hood. The figure radiated an aura of immense power, a dark, oppressive for