Harry Potter Darker Novels & Stories

"Alright... The remains of a dead otter... It was still so tiny. I took a guess that it was still a newborn when it died. I did not understand the idea behind all this. But after you mentioned about spells and charms, I think I start to get the idea..." . "Yeah... But what kind of dark magic do they use in this modern world? Even using a dead animal as their tool. Sick. Sick to the head. Sick to the mind." . "That's not all, Harry... There were also yellow, rotten teeth inside there. Precisely three pieces. It was so disgusting, I literally almost puked upon discovering it all." .

“I am a seer. I might know your plight and am only willing to help. A fierce battle is coming your way, one you have never experienced before.” I frowned. I have experienced all sorts of battles except with MOLART. Was she saying MOLART would bring a war to me? “It is not MOLART,” she said as if she read my mind. “Someone darker than MOLART and if caution is not taken, you might lose your life. Only that which you seek now might be your cure.” Truly, her prophecy was vague. If it was not MOLART coming my way, then who? Who is darker than MOLART? No human or supernatural was darker than MOLART. I had faced a suitable number of them and defeated them all.

"It's tapping into dark magic. It's like taking a step into it. The things I would need to do to find her are considered dark, and if there's one thing about dark magic, it's the fact that you can never return. Once you step in, you can't step out. It consumes you, calls for you, and before you know what's going on, you rely on it to solve your every problem, and it corrupts your soul. "Eventually, you find deeper and darker secrets, and… we're all human in some way, right? You get mad, you get sad, you get desperate… those times have never been more wrong to use dark magic." He explained, looking really sorry, and a sigh left my lips. "I understand. I'm sorry." "No. Of course, everyone is t

“Dark magic? Are you sure?” Hazel nodded, her eyes still unfocused. "It was a vision. Maxine was standing before an altar, a figure cloaked in shadows beside her. I couldn’t see their face, but I could feel the power. It’s... it’s not just Maxine’s will at work. She’s making a deal—something far darker than what we’ve faced before." Oswald exchanged a look with Darius. Dark magic, a force so ancient and dangerous, was not something they could take lightly. They had fought enough battles to know that when such power was involved, the cost was always high.

I also wanted to make sure that they could also participate, so it was up to the coordinators to make it happen. I had begun reading journals that were left behind by the previous Phoenix wolf. Darkness was drawn to us because we were a threat to the darkness. It’d do everything in its power to eradicate us. However, our particular type of wolf is fairly indestructible when facing everyday means. That didn’t mean that we couldn’t be harmed or killed. No, it just requires something as equally as powerful as us to be used. Certain kinds of magic could negate our fire, but that was very potent black magic – the kind that was extremely difficult to get unless you know so very dangerous beings.

After few tense seconds where Willow peeked into the room and checked if the vampire is still bound, Brenda said, "there is something here" "Oh my god!" "What?" "There is something on dark rituals" "Dark magic? Isn't it forbidden" "Yes. But not everyone follows the rules. It says if the mage or witch sacrifices a supernatural on that day, that person will gain its power" "But they can normally gain power by other means. What's so special about it?" "They will become immortal, Willow" "Fuck!" Willow swore. It seems that all she is doing lately is swearing. "Not only that" "There is more?"

He said, flipping me to his side swiftly, my wide eyes immediately fell on him, he looked drunk on lust, his hands were running sinfully over my naked body, Although it was our second time I was still getting shy under his gaze, they were like the darker shade of his iris, holding need, craving for my body, longing for sex and most importantly, sin in his eyes. He didn’t look like the person I knew as him, it was a different soul in the same body.

“We have cause to believe that he is in the river Dale Woods. Cause our guards seem to disappear there. “He isn’t there. He is deep inside the woods of River Dale. But the location isn’t the problem. It’s the fact that his base is cloaked. So, even if we get there. We won’t see anything, and we would only increase the chances of him attacking us instead.” “How do you know his base is cloaked?” “Cause I do my findings. Now the bigger problem comes in uncloaking his base?” “Do you have any idea how?” “Normally, I would have easily removed it, but he used dark magic to cloak his base. So it’s going to be a lot harder and darker?” “I don’t get your point.” “We are going to need to go darker if w

Love always, Mom” The next few pages contained ingredients that I would need to perform every spell in her book. She referred to her Grimoire and told me that there was another book at the bottom. It contained the darker spells, and that at some point in my life I’d need some of them, but she hoped that I wouldn’t. Dark magic eats at your soul and it takes from you, usually a hefty price.

I couldn’t make my legs work; I stood frozen, not sure what was happening. And then I felt it… it was a darkness like no other. The use of dark magic was powerful and though I never encountered it or felt it before, I knew I could recognize it. It was strong and consuming, nearly bringing me to my knees. The screams echoed around me, closing in around me and making me feel as if I couldn’t breathe. As I looked out the window, there was a slight purple haze to the nightfall, and I knew something dangerous was approaching. It was a briefing of the feeling I got when holding that spellbook, only this felt more powerful.