Harry Potter And The Dark Wizard Novels & Stories

"How's my sister?" "Sound asleep," Vador replied. "Something is wrong," Aleister said entering the room "Someone is coming," his eyes were now shades of grey "Avan,Emma,go,take Avan with you. Go to Alizon" "The dark witches are back," Vador said his eyes changing color." "That's right," someone replied across the room with her back turned. Immediately Vador was tied to a metal chair and so was Aleister. "How's the dark lord?" She asked turning to face them.

The dark witches dragged Joan to a room and when they opened the door Hazel was inside waiting for them. They held Joan in place as she tried to free herself from their tight grip but it was useless. They were stronger than her. Hazel didn't talk to her but went to start chanting a spell. The spell weakened Joan's entire body like Alice's till she couldn't move at all. She could only stare at Hazel with wide eyes. What sought of dark magic was this! Joan thought in her mind as she tried to move her legs and hand but couldn't. The two dark witches left the room leaving her alone with qHazel who was deranged…

"First of all, we cannot use magic. Secondly dark magic is not something you can just play with. Let this go Shira…. Just talk to Theodore. For what it's worth, I do believe you guys can make it through." "Absolutely! dark magic!" She chuckled nervously. "You're right, what was I thinking?" She forced a smile up her face. "Thank you for everything." She turned around and walked straight out the door. A devious smile settled on her face, unknowingly to Laura, she had just given her an idea. There was a book, taken from a coven of witches that once waged war against their pack years back. A book that contained instructions on dark magic. This book was now secured in the castle's vault, and had

It was quite laughable that the dark lord had a pet tiger who had a nanny. I stopped on the stone surface, rooted to the spot. The horror of last night returned. It was the place. The sound of the gunshot came back, reverberating at the back of my head, the image of Leo on the carcass flashed and the hard icy gaze on the dark lord.

"Very well, Isolde. I will help you perform this spell, but we must be cautious. The consequences of wielding such dark magic are unpredictable." Isolde's smile widened, a feral glint in her eyes. "Agreed, Baros. We'll take every precaution. The coven will soon bow to our will, and there will be no one left to oppose us." With their dark pact sealed, Isolde and Baros delved into the forbidden pages of the ancient tome, embarking on a perilous journey that would grant them immense power but also set into motion a chain of events that could shatter the delicate balance of their world. As the incantations began to flow, the shadows in the room seemed to deepen, echoing the darkness that now gri

Instantly, all eyes shifted from me to the newcomer. The warriors and the small crowd of onlookers immediately turned and bowed deeply as the man approached. Lifting my eyes, I saw a young man with an air of undeniable charisma. His spiky brunette hair, square jaw, and deep blue eyes exuded a quiet strength. Despite his imposing presence, I found it hard to believe he could be the Dark Lord. Beside him stood a younger boy, whose face seemed like it had been meticulously sculpted to perfection, radiating a similar aura of authority.

There was a rumble on the ground like an earthquake, and Hazel moved from where she was standing, and he watched as a tomb slowly started to come out of the ground. All the dark witches were silent as they watched in anticipation of what was going to unfold. Hazel continued with the chanting of the forbidden spell, her voice louder than before, and slowly, the Tomb started to open. Three dark witches stepped forward and opened the tomb, and it was pure horror from then on. Johnathan could only watch as fear passed through his eyes as a figure emerged From the tomb and all the dark witches fell to their knees including Hazel with their heads bowed as the figure slowly walked to an altar and p

“This is above and beyond what I’ve ever seen.” The possessed Sable laughed again. "Nothing can stop us. The ritual is complete. The door is open. We will traverse your world again, and shroud it in darkness." A wave of the dark energy burst outwards and slammed into the healing wizards; sending them all crashing back against opposite walls. They shouted as they fell, but they were shocked and alive. I felt that surge, too, but at least I was prepared this time.

he rasped. I felt the air in my lungs turn to frost. I didn't need to see the paper to know who it was. Their reactions could only mean it was him. "It’s Prince Draven, isn't it?" I asked. My voice sounded small and far away. My father slowly nodded his head. It was official. I wasn't marrying the nice prince. I was being handed over to the Dark Prince. The man with white eyes and the man that no woman has ever survived.

But when the golden light exploded from the cave, when the First Wolf's power surged through the earth and sky, they stopped. Not all at once. A few at first, then dozens, then hundreds. They stood in place, their gray skin fading, their black veins receding, their empty eyes filling with confusion and fear. They looked at their hands, their arms, their bodies, not recognizing themselves. The dark magic that had controlled them was gone, burned away by the golden light. "What is happening?" one of them whispered, a young woman who had been taken from her village months ago. "Where am I? What am I doing here?"