Dark Magician Spell Novels & Stories

I took hold of his arm, grateful he was sticking it out and hadn't said anything degrading or mean about any of my students or the teachers at the academy. "But highly unlikely," I added. I didn't believe for one second Sera was joking. The girl was powerful and set up a seance within days of arriving at the Seven Magics Academy. From what I knew of her, if Sera set her mind to doing something, she would find a way to make it happen. I couldn't remember all of it, but I knew the resurrection spell called for a seven pointed star to be drawn, with each tip accommodating a black candle. In the center of the star would be placed a cauldron containing blood from the one performing the spell as w

"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?"

"We need to reverse the spell, but it won't be easy. The altar is protected by powerful magic. We'll have to work together." We joined hands and began to chant, drawing on the strength of our family's legacy. The air around us crackled with energy as we focused our will on counteracting the dark spell. Slowly, the oppressive energy began to wane, the carvings on the altar glowing with a faint, golden light.

"Wait. I don’t believe the demon has control." He looked incredulously at her. "Only a demon could perform the dark magic we just witnessed, casting through a binding spell to use the Prince's energy as a vessel--" "Look at the scars on their chests, Errant." The older Fire Witch was staring at the pair. Calder looked down. The mark left from the ritual was dying like embers in a fire. He reached his hand out to the one on Tasha's chest which was glowing the same, and felt a light heat coming off it.

The problem is that the spell is too powerful for me to do on my own and channelling power from Jonathan won't be enough. I am not sire if this is the spell to try though, it said that I needed to do it perfectly or I will lose my magic. The spell is so powerful, it would wipe out the vampire in him, he will be a Normal wolf. I told Mason about the spell and he told me to find another way. He said that spells like that shouldn't be performed because it is dark magic. Sacrificial magic. This kind of magic is forbidden and has been for a thousand years.

With a weak smile, I dry my eyes on the cuff of my shirt, then concentrate on the text again. “While this gives dark magick, like unholy magick, an advantage in rate of casting and acceleration or amplification of the associated magickal turbulence, it provides a significant disadvantage over time. Specifically, dark magick, once cast, hastens towards its target, similar to an avalanche. While powerful and growing, it is nevertheless imprecise, inaccurate, and self-limiting, with the lowest energy state requiring more magick for sustained use and exhausting the user at an exponentially faster rate.

I don’t want to get killed because of some shit he’s toting around in that case. “I see. And what are we working on that required….” I paused and sniffed the vile. “Holy blood? Not a very common thing. Finding someone who is not just pure but holy isn’t easy. And here I thought I was the blood snob.” I snorted. “It is a potent anti-magic spell. Aunt Sarael invented the spell, like our guild’s talismans but to be modified to target certain types of supernatural creatures.” Khalid explained. “Isis, can you grab a bowl so we can start this? Then I have enough empty canisters that we can fill to use.”

There in the deepest, darkest corner of his subconscious she found it. Whatever the spell had been, it was a small one, but it was also a very powerful one too. She focused on the dark, transient ball of black magic and focused all of her energy on calling it into herself. She could see it grow larger as she worked to draw it to the surface before it retracted. The action reminded her of a rubber band that had been stretched to its limit and then released. She couldn’t undo the spell. Whomever had cast the spell on him must have been expecting Saraid to try to siphon it away. “It’s not working. I can’t do it,” Saraid huffed with irritation.

He loosened his hold on my hand and I took a few steps back. “Step away… the spell is powerful and dark.” I whispered. It was a type of dark sorcery. A little black magic was involved. Using such magic was forbidden and always had consequences but I didn’t give a fuck. I would sell my soul if it would bring back Lewis. I took a deep breath and closed my eyes in an attempt to calm my heart which was beating uncontrollably fast. I can do this... I’m a strong woman. Hecate… please… help me.

she replied smoothly, "I put a barrier spell over Ambrogrio's Castle that would mask her scent so he cannot find her. He is powerful, but his magic is separate, he cannot harness it until he completes himself, so he cannot find her even with simple spells like this, at least it should take him some time, the exact time we need to strengthen the spell to a stronger form of magic.” “The dark spell you’re doing,” I replied in distaste. She nodded, “I know you oppose the method, but it is the only kind strong enough to oppose the very source of magic. Dragons own all forms of magic but that of the dark arts, it is why they are feared and revered. This spell will make him blind to her touch and t