Darker Shade Of Magic Series Novels & Stories

And there wasn’t any I hadn’t tried. Angry at myself, I hissed and threw the book to a corner, ready to leave. My eyes fell on another book down the shelf, hidden carefully away from view. I leaned over and brought it out. Dusting away the dirt on it, I glanced at the book. Its cover was black leather, etched with sigils that pulsed faintly as if alive. “Spell of forbidden magic,” I read out loud. Dark magic. Forbidden magic. It was the same kind of spell I was sure Darius used on me.

But it can only be used at night, and it is powered by Dark Magic, which as Venusian Witches, we aren’t supposed to use. Dark Magic isn’t really dark in the evil sense, but it is called that because the darkness of the night is used to fuel it, rather than light. As Venusian Witches, we aren’t supposed to use darkness to power our magic. Our magic is supposed to be stoked by light and beauty. When we were being taught about Dark Magic and Light Magic, both Ann and I couldn’t help thinking that nights are beautiful in their own unique way, sometimes even more beautiful than sunny days. Ann even had an argument with our tutor about it.

“ All magic spells are dark magic aren’t they?” Logan asked setting his fork down having finished his sixth omelette. “ Hah, that’s so typical of you,” Levy rolled her eyes as she scoffed. “ No, for your information all magic spells aren’t dark magic. Just like how there are good and bad shifters in your community, there are good and bad mages in mine.” She took a look at Logan’s expression and understood that he didn’t understand what she said, with an eye roll she simplified what she just said, “ Think like this if I was to turn you into a pup here and now, you wouldn’t get hurt in any way——”

Her skin looked translucent and her veins could be seen, red and blue lines running down her arms. "I don't know",Jezebel said. She equally looked pale after using the dark magic to bring back Cara. Dark Magic was an element of a powerful Sorceress. Jezebel was just an ordinary witch and using the spell drained her totally, almost taking her life. "What do you mean you don't know?",Brandon snapped angrily. "I thought you said it would work". He turned and glared at the witch, watching as she huffed for breathe.

She whispered. Helia shook her head. “No—“ “Yes. There’s this darkness inside. I’ve felt it before, in the War Room. I had wanted to let it in then, wanted to unleash it. But this time, it was consuming me.” Her companion took a deep breath. “Astasha, there’s something you need to understand. There is a difference between Dark Mages who simply seek to do evil, and those born with the ability to actually harness the power of darkness, darkness that flows in their veins and beyond. Should your father or grandmother have had that sort of magic in their blood…” She trailed off, the implication clear.

This ancient conflict, the scrolls revealed, was not merely a war for territory or power; it was a clash of ideologies, a struggle over the very essence of their magical heritage. The Lunaris, the scrolls explained, were associated with shadow and mystery, wielding magic that manipulated the darkness, the night, and the unseen energies of the world. The Solari, in contrast, were beings of light and purity, their magic drawing upon the sun’s radiant energy, focusing on healing, protection, and the balance of nature. The Obsidian Pack, they learned, was a splinter group of the Lunaris, warped and twisted by their dark magic, consumed by a lust for power that had corrupted their very essence.

Gabriel mentioned that Heath was suspected of using it. "You see, my dear Estelle, there are two kinds of magic. The light and the dark. White magic is that which you perceive in the air. You have the ability to take it and do many things with it, but only if the magic accepts your request or not. Black magic is the opposite. It is the type of magic that is within each person. To take it, it is necessary to make human sacrifices. And unlike white magic, this one controls you. Dark magic is very dangerous, Estelle. Very few have dared to try to use it. You have to be very careful if you want to use it."

If anyone knew the answer, it would be her. She took a deep breath before speaking, her voice low and serious. “Yes,” she said slowly. “It is possible. That kind of magic is real… but it is dark magic. Forbidden magic. Magic that twists the heart and soul. It’s dangerous and evil. It keeps the body young, yes. But it corrupts the mind. It takes away every piece of your humanity left in the person.” I felt my hands curl into fists at my sides. My jaw hardened, and I clenched my fists tightly. Anger filled me. Pure, burning anger.

Clara kisses his cheek, which perks him up immediately. “Okay, Maddie. We need a color scheme for the night.” I look around them all, and everyone is looking at me. “Pack colors are black and silver because of our name and the shine of the moon.” I nod. I want to incorporate that, but maybe add something else. “Your magic was deep forest green yesterday, baby.” Liam says, again reading my mind. “How about we do deep green and silver?” I ask, and Cianna makes a note on her notepad.

Astrid replied. "Isn't that unfit for a lady and make you boring easily?" asked Sir Collins again as he walked down the hall. The two comrades tried to check the magic energy level with the magic gauge they brought with them. The shape of this magic meter was like a black stone. If the stone changes color, it means that there was accumulated magic energy in the area. The color of the stone changed as the magic energy increased. The lowest magic energy was red, then orange at the second level, yellow, then green, blue, indigo, and finally purple.