Harry Potter Darkness Novels & Stories

The company still has lots of enemies behind the scenes, since the president has lots of enemies, to begin with. The president made a pact with the darkness, the underworld where evil reigns above all. His allegations against the Tamara Family invite lots of the villains to come for the president’s head. The Tamara family is also influential in the underworld, proven by the hitmen and mercenaries they hired to kill the president.

Down once more to the dungeons of my black despair Down we plunge to the prison of my mind Down that path into darkness deep as hell! Daphnie was laughing but immediately stopped and looked pissed when Madame Giry was shown selling out the Phantom. She looked at the television with hatred in her eyes as Patrick Wilson was swimming for his life. We both wanted him to die. It's funny how one can watch a movie repeatedly yet still hope that the ending somehow changes. Finally, it was Daphnie's turn to sing: Have you gorged yourself at last

My eyes focused on Olivia; she was still admiring the portal, analyzing the symbols that turned from one side to the other. All this was new to her; like a human without knowledge about magic, she had no idea that this was dark or infernal magic. The portals created by Inccubus and Succubus were made for teleportation to harvest people’s life energy, so they could come and go from hell without bothering anyone and hide from the hunters and many others who hunted them.

“You need to—” The windows around us suddenly explode, cutting off the rest of his words. The crash is so deafening. However, something else is happening right now. Black smoky shadows are pouring through the window openings, oo thick and so black. The sight is chilling. And just one sniff tells me everything. Darkness. This is the darkness of forbidden, dark magic. The shadows are spreading across the ballroom like water, climbing the walls and even swallowing some of the lights of the chandeliers. People are screaming outside. Guards are drawing their weapons.

Granny Minama could see it in her granddaughter’s eyes—eyes now as black as the void, reflecting the demonic forces that sought to devour her soul. With a voice like thunder and the grace of a storm, Granny Minama begins the incantation, her words clashing against the dark forces swirling around Demika. The air thickens with tension, the shadows recoiling as if burned by the power of her spell. The room quakes under the weight of the ancient magic, the very walls groaning in protest. Inch by inch, the darkness releases its grip on Demika, the writhed shadows dissipating into the ether with a final, piercing shriek.

Jonas, his grip tightening on his fragment, focused his energy, forming a shield of light that protected them from the insidious whispers. The chamber door, adorned with grotesque symbols depicting scenes of violence and corruption, creaked open with a sickening groan. Inside, bathed in an eerie green glow emanating from a pedestal at the center, lay a single book – a tome bound in black leather, its surface etched with symbols that pulsed with malevolent energy. This was it. This was the source of the darkness. The corrupted celestial fragment, the very foundation of the Obsidian Watch's dark magic, rested within the book. Its tendrils of darkness stretched outwards, corrupting the surround

She sinks into the darkness, the blue of her eyes fading. I reach out, wanting to follow. But I can’t. My legs are frozen in place, the sweeping ice of the shadows sink into me, chilling me to the bones. My mouth opens, wanting to scream. To tell her to come back. Nothing comes out. And the darkness swallows me whole.

Both wanted power that wouldn't be handed to them very soon. He spoke of Livna they way he always does. She misses me dearly, wish I would visit her more. An endless tirade of why I never went to stay in Lux with her. My visits to them were few and far in between. Livna would never stop bombarding me about why I should be proclaimed her heir instead. How I should get out of the darkness and join the light. What she didn't know, what no one knew, was that my darkness ran further than me being Caligo. It ran to the very roots of my soul. Sometimes it plagued me to no end to know that I was capable of more than everyone thought. Cold-blooded murder being one of the many things. At Lux, people w

"Remember the plan. We lure Viktor's forces out, then hit them hard and fast. Seraphine, you handle the wards and traps. Harley, you and I will lead the charge." Harley squeezed her hand, his eyes filled with determination. "We’ve got this." Seraphine nodded, her eyes glowing faintly with magic. "Let’s end this." As they advanced, the forest around them seemed to come alive with dark energy. The presence of the Heart of Darkness was palpable, a heavy weight pressing down on them. The werewolves moved silently, their senses heightened by the looming threat. --- Viktor stood at the entrance of the temple, his body radiating dark energy. The Heart of Darkness pulsed with power, amplifying his s

Their black armor, etched with silver runes, shimmered beneath the lantern light. My heart thrummed with power as I stepped forward, cloak swirling like a ripple of night. The scent of my minions, this legion of darkness washed over me in waves: leather, steel, earth. I felt the familiar surge of magic coursing through my veins, the heady rush that came with absolute control. Tonight, we would unleash the first wave of my dark creatures upon the Crimson Moon pack. I closed my eyes and inhaled deeply, savouring the moment before the storm.