Dark Spells Harry Potter Novels & Stories

"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?"

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

These scarecrows seemed to radiate a terrifying forcefield, burning with jet-black flames as they waved their burning scythes and made their way over to Wilbur. The force field surrounding them seemed to make the air around them ripple, enough to even affect someone at the Sanctuary level. Once their target was affected, they would be free to go in for the kill. Wilbur frowned. Maddox definitely knew his way around dark magic. From the Storm of Dark Ravens to this Dark Harvest, each spell was mysterious and haunting, and they were fatal moves too. Of course, both were far from enough against someone like Wilbur. Wilbur's Dark Disperse lit up once again with multi-colored spiritual flames, ex

I had no intention of using the spells within, but if I could learn everything possible about dark magic, then perhaps I could see the signs before walking blindly into a massacre. Hours ticked by, and the longer I stayed in that room, the more I realized that the dark magic wasn’t affecting me as it should have been. I skimmed through a book of spells, noting the ingredients and strange chants. Most of them called for some type of blood. Some wanted you to sprinkle it on the earth or ingest it, while others wanted you to paint twisted symbols onto your body. One in particular caught my eye. I dog-eared the page and set the book aside to skim later. The book I was currently opening was large

Ann shook her head, realizing her hand was shaking out of fear, "I'm sorry." "But I'm the only one who can get the Dragon Eye out of the wand." Damon looked really surprised when Ann refused him, "You cannot find another Darkhole anywhere else!" "What's a Darkhole?!" Ann frowned. "It's the only thing that can suck out the souls The Shadow absorbed!" Damon stood up, blocking Ann's way, "How else are you gonna get your Dragon Eye back?" "The Shadow absorbs souls?" Ann mumbled slowly, seeing a shred of light -- If she gets the soul of Lilith out of The Shadow and puts hers in, then the wand would belong to her!

But now that, was going to change. As blood trickled from my lip, I felt the familiar cold embrace of my darkness. But this time, instead of rejecting it, I welcomed it. As I embraced it, my senses heightened, my eyesight sharpening unnaturally. And as the coldness travelled down my arms, black veins started to appear, the consequenting mark of my dark magic. The girls froze as they saw the transformation, their eyes widening in terror. Good, they should be afraid.

“Arthur...“ “It started...magically. Like gravity had pulled us in. Our heartbeats were synched. Our thoughts aligned. Like we were fated to be each other's other half.“ Arthur Belmont had survived the foggy morning, gruesome accident that claimed the lives of his parents at the age of 10. He was the only survivor. But it was at a price. His sight was gone. Orphaned and blinded on the same day, Arthur Belmont knew his life would never go back as it was. His perfect life was gone. Memories of that tragic morning haunted his nights. His dreams became nightmares. He was a traumatized, blind kid. Every night, he yelled for his parents, begging them to come take him. This new life wasn't somethin

She thought hard, "Oh my God, Bianca! Did you seriously just quote a Harry Potter character to real witches?!" The two sisters gave each other questioning looks. It was the first time they had heard this person's name. Darya grinned at Bianca as she leaned forward slightly, pushing the leather pouch with her fingertips." I don't know a Severus Snape. For his fame to have reached humans, he must be a fabulous wizard." Bianca hiccupped in surprise and quickly changed the subject. "So this bag contains...?" "It's a contraceptive tea," Darya explained calmly. However, her pupils could no longer maintain a fixed focus, and her usually sumptuous ebony-black skin seemed to lose its luster.

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

As I got deeper into the woods, it got darker, and darker making me realize how close I was to the witch coven. I tried to open my eyes and failed before realizing they were open. Most night skies were the darkest of greys, but this one was pure black. It was like someone shut off the stars and moon, the witches hated light especially the moon because they believe the moon was the moon goddess watching them so they made a spell into casting the sun and the moon far away from their coven using false spells. The darkness felt heavy, oppressive, almost supernatural. I soon found myself swallowed up in the nothingness, not able to see my own two hands in front of my face. My werewolf powers enha