Harry Potter Darker Novels & Stories

I question. “Baby girl, you didn’t hear this from me, but there’s trouble brewing within the Higher Powers. Your mate is brilliant at his job, which is harnessing the darkness in people. As you know, the Higher Powers are meant to be pure, but it seems that some of them have been tainted and we are working to find out how that came to be. I know that Draco isn’t responsible for planting that darkness,” she explained. I raised an eyebrow. “You do?” “Yes I do. Draco doesn’t instil darkness into people. He only harnesses what is already there, so if anything, he’s just helped us discover the truth,” she elaborated. I was amazed.

I grit my teeth angrily. I can feel his right hand man pointing the trigger at me. My body turns solid cold, they look like they shoot for a living. It's better if I don't annoy them. “I am the host of this party.” He says with a cocky smile, his eyes suddenly turning cold. “Don’t try using your mind-link to call anyone, because well your powers won’t work here. It’s coated with dark magic.” Dark magic is a sort of magic that only rare witches possess. As always, it's mainly used for evil. Dark magic is strong and powerful, it isn't even the least of witches' powers combined. Dark magic can also be used to resist werewolves' powers.

"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.

Neither of us knew. How come a werewolf solder couldn’t see her features? "I don't understand, what curse?" I murmured softly and eyed the paper in my hand. I had so many questions crowding my mind that I felt a headache making its presence known. He did not respond. He just kept glaring at the floor as if it was responsible. Darkness will fall. There's more to come. So much more, as the prophecy had said. If anything, this is just the beginning. No wonder why the witch I met back at Lawkers ceremony became so shaken up once she touched my hand.

“It's not like that. It's not something you can get rid of. It's part of me; it's my other half. It's who and what I am. Don’t you see, I am the darkness! To get rid of it would be to get rid of me. I'm no good for you. I will only cause you pain and suffering. I am the darkness! I'm the monster everyone's afraid of. I'm the beast in the dark that children have nightmares of. I am the evil from the depths of hell and will only snuff out your light, little angel. You and I can never be together!” He said with a deep and rough voice. Smoke seeped from his body again, and a dark aura rose from his body like a shadow looming over her.

"What do I need to do, sir?" His expression grew even darker. "Are you in for this bet?" "I'll leave it to your discretion," I answered. That response seemed to infuriate him. I could see his grip on his wine glass tighten, his knuckles turning white. "Fine, let's bet." The cards were dealt, and the game was on. I did not get the rules of the game, but the vibe? That I could read like an open book. Everyone was as still as statues, barely breathing.

The doors close right as she screams. “See?” I say, looking down at Scott. “This is what happens when you cross me.” I’m trying to sound tough, but I know the shock in my eyes is anything but menacing. I have no idea what I did. I had no idea I could even do that. Transfiguration is complicated magic. I spent some time studying it during my university years, but my main focus was on conjuring. The same magic that causes werewolves to shift goes into the basics of transfiguration, and a spell gone wrong can result in serious disfiguration or death.

He is not yours to look at. He is danger incarnate. Soren is an enemy. Yet when those silver eyes finally lifted and locked onto mine across the length of the throne room, something inside me cracked open. A dark hunger I had no right to feel. I swallowed hard, forcing my gaze down to the marble floor, but the image of him burned behind my eyelids like a brand. Soren Masuda had come home. And I was building walls so carefully around my heart, suddenly but they still felt paper-thin and ready to collapse at the slightest touch.

He was no longer interested in the day to day business of the pack. He was now fully embracing the darkness and spent his hours hunched over a mahogany desk, drinking up vials of thick, swirling black potions sent to him by Lihont. With every dose, the veins in his neck turned a bruised purple, and he was slowly becoming one with the darkness. He started looking less like himself and slowly turned one with the darkness. Darcy was very excited about his current state and she spent hours watching from the glass balcony as her husband’s eyes lost their focus, turning a soulless gray with every vial he consumed.

Blackwood reeled. Then the world shifted. The potion’s grip loosened—slowly at first, then like a snapped cord—and I felt it like cold water poured into my veins. The hits that had landed suddenly stopped connecting. Dominick’s robe went rigid, the seams tightening with a living shadow. His lips curled into something kinder than hatred. “You bargain with darkness,” he said softly. “You think you can borrow my power and not be burned.”