Harry Potter Darker Novels & Stories

Annabelle read it out: “ Luke, the most powerful vampire to exist. He is known by many names. The lord of darkness. The symbol of abomination. The epitome of destruction. But one thing is very clear, he was never born as a vampire. Rather, he was born human. A servant to be precise. The story goes back when he served at a plantation alongside his friend. The two young men did not like their status and the burden of servitude. As much as they hated their lives, they each had different views towards their master. While his friend wanted to be among the elites and high class, Luke wanted to rule them. And so when rumors of a warlock spread in the town and came to pass, Luke and his

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.

The word echoed in my head like poison. Harry chuckled. Not softly, not nervously. But with a cold confidence that made the night feel even darker. “You always overestimate yourself, Headmistress Morwen.” His voice was so calm but scary. “You think you can control her the way you control every other student in this academy. You think your shadows are enough. But you’re wrong.” Headmistress Morwen’s lips curled. “ Don't you dare?” Harry pushed off the fountain and stepped closer, closing the space between them. He wasn’t tall enough to tower over her, but somehow, his presence made her seem smaller, weaker, even as power radiated from her.

’’ Lucas was about to ask another question where the lady came in, saying ‘’Sorry to disturb ma'am, there is a man at the counter saying he is your husband, should I send him in? ‘’Umm sure, thank you’’, I replied. Wasn't he supposed to be at his office? ‘’Well I guess someone is not too busy after all and definitely not spending time with his girlfriend’’, Lucas said. The door opened again but this time, Rowan came through the door, wearing his dark suit and sunglasses. He looked hot but I wish he was mine, truly mine but that would stay a dream. ‘’Did you find the perfect cake yet?’’, I think he saw me drooling over him.

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

Sometimes Morana was afraid of what she could do, or what she couldn't stop. Even though Morana's life was full of hatred and regret, the face of death was still terrifying. Time passed, and slowly the noise around Morana became only the faint background sound behind her fading consciousness. Morana felt her body getting lighter like cotton, like dry leaves blown by the wind in the dry season. As Morana completely surrendered to the darkness enveloping her body, she felt that emptiness once more. It was as if he no longer stepped on the earth. # # #

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

[LUNA] Here I am again, at the bar, trying to drown myself in liquor. But this isn't just any liquor—this one is different. A darker brew, gifted by the elder vampires themselves. I don’t know what’s in it, but it grips me, sends a shiver down my spine, makes the room spin just the way I want it to.

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

They'd made their choice when they decided to betray the Black Rose, when they'd chosen to turn their weapons on their own. She'll be okay, I told myself. I would make sure she got out of here, alive and whole. Jude deserved the world, deserved to be happy in ways I could never give her. I was filled with darkness, steeped in it so deep I didn't know where it ended and I began. I was dangerous, a weapon that had been sharpened and honed until killing was as natural as breathing. And I didn't know what I wanted for myself anymore. A man lunged at me from a doorway, his fist swinging wild. "You fucking bastard!" he snarled, spit flying from his mouth.