Dark Magic Names Novels & Stories

Most dark witches will stay away from sacrifices, as the price you pay for using this kind of dark magic usually ends with the loss of your soul. I stand there and watch as this witch continues on with her ritual.It takes her a while to open up the portal to wherever she is trying to release someone from. She is talking in a language that I don't understand. As she gets closer to the end of the ritual, the more powerful it becomes. I can feel the dark magic all around me, and it makes my skin crawl.Once she finally finishes the ritual, a giant of a man walks out of the portal. He is easily 7ft, with long dirty blonde hair, he has a massive body frame. He looks like he has worked out in the g

"Nyx? I thought it was the Hendrick St-" "A common misunderstanding-they're so close in names and origin. No, no, no. You and I are made up the Goddess of Night herself. Hekate can only do so much with her own magic to contain the evil that our father has created. A deal had to be brokered-like so many before to amend The Moons" fuck ups." The Darkness inside me...did that refer to this weird, heavy feeling that sits in my stomach like a fire waiting to ignite? "Indeed, the children of Darkness are the ones who truly suffer the consequences of Orion's wrongdoings. But it comes with its...perks." "Perks? Is that what you call them-"

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.

"They think they can find her, even in this forsaken future? Foolish. This forest belongs to me now." Raising her hand, Thana summoned the twisted energy of her super dark power. The air around her vibrated with a sinister hum as she reached into the depths of her dark magic, summoning her minions. These were not ordinary wolves, nor simple creatures of the night. They were hybrid werewolves—unnatural abominations created by merging the strengths of different wolf species, fused together by her malevolent will. Their eyes glowed red, their bodies hulking and grotesque, and their very existence was a testament to Thana’s corrupt influence. Each one was faster, stronger, and more vicious than

King Edward called out, his hand resting on his sword hilt. The figure threw back its hood, revealing a face twisted with malice and eyes gleaming with a dark light. "I am Malora, the Shadow Witch," she hissed, her voice dripping with menace. "I have come to claim what is rightfully mine." I felt a chill run down my spine at the mention of her name. Malora was a powerful sorceress known for her malevolent magic and thirst for dominion over the realms. Her presence alone was a harbinger of doom, and I knew we were in for a battle unlike any we had faced before.

“The Blackwood Academy—a place where Elites connect to Elites, and the rich get richer.” ♣️ ETHAN ♣️ The Blackwoods were in the room, and I knew at this point that their connection with the Al Khaleds ran deeper than anyone expected. Something sinister lurked beneath the surface. “Be alert. You can’t afford to come back without lucrative information,” Salvatore’s words echoed in my mind as I took a sip from my wine glass. The hall was filled with members of the exclusive club, all with calculating eyes and dirty minds to match.

Tears streamed down her face, and she couldn’t contain her sobs, at the sight of Thor lying bloodied on the floor. “I won’t hurt Nick,” he hissed. “He’s the brother of the devil, and I’m sure my actions will please both him and his brother.” “Drago doesn’t care about you,” he whispered menacingly in her ear, “You will be my sacrifice to him, you will see,” Madchen stilled herself for a moment.What the hell was he talking about, the devil. He had lost his everloving mind, she ascertained, and she was to be the target of Jason’s maniacal fantasies.

"Completely." The mage turned slightly, a subtle shift in the folds of his black cloak. "Who is this person?" "Daemonikai Vipertheriov Naelzharoth." "And your name?" "Zaiper Thoryk Dragaxlov." "What you request is a dangerous, forbidden magic," the mage said. "Do you understand the price?" Zaiper scoffed. "I would not seek out a dark mage if I didn't." "Mmm." The mage remained in the shadow, his back still turned.

"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?"

I spoke up, earning multiple curses from my friends and family. "They're known as Darklings, vampires who do not possess a concrete bloodline from the Original Royal Family. Most of them are turned humans who have been corrupted by blood lust and a lack of the seal that imprints itself on every Vampire turned by one who is of true lineage blood. It seems the Dark Mages have altered them even more, corrupted their minds and enhanced their abilities to make them more dangerous than they usually are....Those foolish children. They shall pay for their error and for trying to alter goddess Hekate's laws."