Dark Magic Names Novels & Stories

And finally… shadow. Not darkness. Shadow. Living, curling, intelligent. It reached for her fingertips like it knew her name. Six forms. Six elements. Fire. Shadow. Ice. Earth. Wind. Magic. Solari. Umbraen. Glacien. Terravyn. Velastra. Drakarae. Impossible.

“If you think you’re getting anywhere near her, you’re more foolish than I thought.” The man’s eyes sparkled with amusement. “And here I thought you’d be smart enough to know who I am, Alpha Mateo. They don’t call me The Darkness for nothing.” His gaze lingered on me, watching as recognition dawned on my face. My blood ran cold. The Darkness. The name was whispered among packs, a nightmare used to scare children—though we all knew he was no fairy tale. He was an enigma, a force that existed in the shadows

I chuckled at his childish act as I wrapped the small bandage that he gave me over my cut. "Each element user has a name. I-who work with sand- is called a Sykap. Water; Woyeb. Fire, a firess as I said before, and finally the stones, a Hultin. As for a person like, who can choose to either work with one or all for more power and concentration is called a Clontinia." I nodded, slowly taking in his words. "How do we start?" His eyes light up at my question as he seated himself more comfortably. He loved doing this.

“Dysnomia, daughter of the witch wolf hybrid Althea and the dragon prince Einarr, host of the wolf spirit Pseudea…“ “Now you need to correct him,” Aminta hisses. “Gamma Magnar, my wolf has asked me to set the record straight, her name is Aminta not Pseudea,” while I speak I keep my eyes trained on Zared. When I mention Aminta his eyes go large and a look of shock and anger crosses his face, but he remains silent.

“He didn’t happen to be telling you about another demon, did he? Somebody more powerful than he?” I thought. “He was telling me to ask about someone called the Tip-Toe Shadow. Do you know who he is?” His long ear flopped in irritation. “How am I supposed to know? You humans and your silly names. That isn’t important. What’s important is that he was obviously betraying one of the Others.” This had my attention. “The Others?” He growled. “The Others, the Builders, the Elders. Older than time, creators of all of us. You can’t betray the Others. It’s . . . ”

Dang… Kahit yata madaplisan lang ako na kaunti, sure akong mahahati yata katawan ko doon. “Ang Dark Magic, ay tradisyonal na tumutukoy sa paggamit ng mga supernatural na kapangyarihan o mahika para sa masama at makasariling layunin; o mahika na nauugnay sa diyablo o iba pang masasamang espiritu. Minsan din itong tinutukoy bilang 'left-hand path', ang right-hand path na katapat nito ay benevolent white magic. Alam mo ba yun?” a calm voice echoed in the night.

Death is his middle name when messed with......... Vladimir Albert Darkclaw, a name that sent shivers down the spines of even the bravest souls. His piercing blue eyes and chiseled features seemed chiseled from the very darkness itself. As the Alpha of the Feral Fury Pack and Lord Marino Jenkins of the underworld Mafia, he ruled with an iron fist, his dominance unchallenged. At the mention of his name even the devil himself gives way for him.

he doesn’t even understand what the girl’s shouting but she seems like a witch –chanting her evil spell “Don’t just stand! Fight!” he urges his team as the undead still multiplying like crazy “A –are you su –sure about this Alfonso? They outnumbered us!” cowardly hiding in the corner, some people did not help them and just settled themselves in the dark “Choose people! Fight them or die here? That’s the only thing that we can do” Alfonso shouted and the cowards still crept in the dark “wa –what’s this?” “Ahk!” it’s a great mistake to hid and cover up in the darkness because where there’s a dark the shadows/soul is more dominant

The ink has faded with age, but the words remained legible, their elegance undiminished. My ancestor’s name stares up at me, almost mockingly. Artemis Black. A name long lost to our history. I’m not even sure if the Shifters know his name still. To them, he’s just the dumbass that had gotten himself, along with his whole pack, cursed. And that was that for them. But not for us. Though I knew it was my ancestor that had caused this curse, I’d never read his journal. My father had kept it under lock and key when I was a boy and, when I became Alpha, I had other problems to worry about than some ancient writings.

His father knowing his son used to be scared of darkness, dry and vacant places. That’s how his father decided to punish that little boy, wherever he wished something from his father, he used to lock him over in a room which he named it ‘a darkroom’, he scared him way too much that whenever somebody asked him if his father is treating him badly, he could only think of his own shouts and plead to his father. Never dared to tell anyone about a single abuse. Brandon knew if he opened his mouth and his father got to listen to complaints against himself, he would be a dead man by the next day.