Dark Magic Names 소설 & 이야기

I was — I was trying to get the bracelet, and then, it hit me. I had the artifact in my hands, I had it with me before, before that blackness consumed me. The name resonated in my head before I said it out loud. Nyxar. That bastard had done this to me, had attacked me. I struggled against the chains, but they were too heavy, dark magic, that was all Nyxar was known for, dark evil magic and these chains reeked off it, I couldn’t break out, I wouldn’t be able to free myself.

Some even call her the Calamity Witch, because of her ability to control magic on a large scale that is equivalent to disaster-class magic. Over the years after her fight with Juliette, Lia finally realized who the human Juliette mentioned was. A human who has souls connected to the darkness. Not the god of darkness nor anything that has the nickname of it. But his soul connected to the darkness itself. The eternal enemy of light. The two factors that make up the universe. Light and darkness. And Damien is the person Juliette refers to as a human who has a soul connected to eternal darkness. Damien opened his eyes. He looked down, and the woman who had been sitting on his lap slowly disappea

he resolves. "Sarah! She has a name, Sebastian. I don't care what your therapist said or what you think is easier for you to say but her name is Sarah. You are not to reduce our daughter to a thing or some reason to seek futile redemption." The words hurt more than Sebastian anticipates.

Raziah asked with raised brows, her eyes confused as she waits for Belphagor response. "Didn't Amaya or anyone tell you who the fathers of Dark is?" "Fathers? Like they are more than one?" Raziah asks, becoming more confused. "Yes and I, Mammon, Asmodeus, Beelzebub and Leviathan are his father, we r@ped his mother and she survived the ordeal somehow and gave birth to Dark who has been a pain to us since his existence." Belphagor answered. "Oh, I get it now. No wonder he is strong," Raziah said in understanding then faced Amaya, one of her eyebrows raised perfectly. "Why didn't you tell me, daughter?"

"Rise, immortal. What a sweet lycan you've created. Yes? But you're still a slob because you failed to tell me your name." He winced, realizing he wasn't doing himself any favors in the eyes of the mother of the Dark Creature. As politely as he could, he revealed, "I-I am Darwin of the secret order." "Ah! Good, I understand you're a member of the lycan's Secret Order. Yes?" Alicia made an observation. "It's a beautiful order, but it's lethal. It's from Redberg, right? Amid the Cold mountain ranges, a place of death, great famine, plague, and war existed. Yet, witches are revered by the locals as sacred beings because of their cold mystical properties and long history of magical enchantment,

A hurried look around told me we were in his bedroom. I looked down to see I had been dressed, I was simply wearing a shirt ten times my size, it was obviously his. “Untie me!” I cried out but my words came out heavily muffled. I shook my hands furiously attempting to use my powers even though I knew how dangerous it was to do that and much less in front of Damon. The Dark Moon pack held a profound loathe for witches, and Damon’s orders were that anyone found within the pack or trying to sneak through was to be slain immediately.

“In their castle beyond night Gather the Gods in Darkness, With darkness to pattern man’s fate. The colors of darkness are no monotonous hue- For the blackness of Evil knows various shades, Full many as Evil has names.” Karl Edward Wagner

I told you about the seven types of magic. Of them all, death mages are the least popular. They're also called necromancers. Why? Say thanks to the Bright Saint and his followers. They needed an enemy, didn't they? Their parishioners needed to be scared and repulsed. And what's more disgusting than the undead? Or ghouls?

The darkness was rising—and it wasn’t just an enemy we could claw and bite away. A sudden rustle pulled me from my thoughts. Damien’s hand was on my arm instantly, his body tense, alert. “Stay close,” he whispered. From the shadows, Freya emerged, her face pale but resolute. “I’ve been researching the ancient texts,” she said quietly. “There’s a name... something old, something forgotten. The Shadow Warden. It’s said to be a guardian of forbidden magic, but twisted by time and rage into something malevolent. If Viktor and Mira have bound themselves to this entity, it explains the power—and the corruption.”

I grumble with frustration. "During my research, I read something on a sacred ritual, dark magic and stuff," He paused, as if trying to remember something, " 'The Dark Elixir', yeah, that's its name. It's one of the most powerful rituals a wolf could possess. The procedures are shady and can only be performed by evil wolves who are into dark magic. It can't be used just anyhow" "The Dark Elixir? Dark magic and sacred rituals got banned a long time ago" I raised an eyebrow. Dark magic in this time and age. Eden City had become adverse towards stuff like that for many years now.