Harry Potter Learns Black Magic Fanfiction Novels & Stories

I asked, my brows furrowed in curiosity as I stared at Alpha Cole. “Mother to child theory, but what happens if none of the parents are black witches…” he paused as he locked eyes with me. “It's either they end up absorbing darkness itself or they were already darkness itself and just learned to practice black magic” he explained. “That's how I was able to learn black magic” Arya narrated as tears threatened her eyes. “So we have a potion that can't be used” Sam scoffed glaring at Alpha Axel. “I can't believe you let me travel the entire world to make something we can't use,” she snapped.

“Well, that complicates things. Then… who taught me how to cast spells?” I shrugged. “I didn’t learn from anyone. I just… knew.” She arched a brow, her gaze sharp. “Who gave you a spell book? Did you happen to find that also” “A seer, she was trying to help me.” She exhaled, leaning back and crossing her arms. “That’s… hard to believe, even for someone with your kind of power.” I shook my head, a little exasperated. “But I was warned not to use black magic. That it was forbidden.”

For Aida, Ladon was the most unsuitable creature to be the first to find the supreme good, with the horrible result of proclaiming himself king and, with his own orders, doing everything that followed then. Now he moves heaven and earth to find the gem again. All this anxiety and longing have made him even more abrupt and nervous. He will not calm down until the gem is found and everything is done as before. Everything like HE would like to be. But Aida was determined not to let this happen again at any cost. In the fifty years since the gem disappeared, she had developed the power of her mind through relentless practice. Shortly after the gem disappeared, she managed to meet the greatest wi

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?"

I just saw him did this kind of thing, maybe Siva is the only one who can make him do it. A few moments more, her some kind of ritual ended. The book landed on Zachary's table in her command. And then it opens by itself. The moment we saw what is written on it, we understand what the book was pointing at. "Black Magic of the Sorcerers. Wow, you mean what is written on it is full of magic?" Hunter asked.

Matthew was interested. “I’m sure you can sense it too. That guy has two auras circulating in his body. One of them is something I am familiar with. It’s what’s called black heart. It’s not an actual heart that pumps blood, rather it’s a spiritual heart. Such a thing can be conjured with complex black magic. But what he has is not something like that.” “Meaning?” “Black magic is already very complex compared to normal magic. To pull off a complex one requires decades of studying and a crap ton of mana. His black heart is artificial.”

Mona who heard this gasped, “So you are telling me that… the magic that Rose unknowingly used to the flower for the first time is—” “It was black magic,” he confirmed. “Black magic is always tempting. It could destroy a person’s sanity, making them to think that black magic is everything that they need, almost to the point that they would be addicted to the rush of power they felt during the first time they had activated the magic.”

Levy heard her mutter an incantation which she had never heard before and realised that her skills were still lacking when compared to the rest maybe it was because her mother was not with her to teach her about the many things which were taught to a young witch by their parents. The more Carla held her hand, the more her brows furrowed as she looked at the book and just as she seemed to be reaching the end of the incantation, something weird happened. A shock of electricity ran through Levy’s fingers and zapped Carla who took her hand away at once but even so, the tips of her fingertips turned black, seeing this Levy was shocked enough to look at Carla with her mouth agape. “ I d..didn’t me

“How kind of you to join us.” Lily’s eyes finally lock with mine, and she speaks before I do. “Thank you, for helping me escape, for giving me my freedom,” Lily isn’t known for her sincerities, she must’ve truly been desperate. But I avoid making a mocking remark as she continues. “And as promised, I’ve led you to Dorian, he’s the one able to wield black magic.” My eyes redirect to Dorian. “So, you’ll teach me then? You’ll teach me how to use black magic?”

But the seer's spell held on, violently shoving me forward in time. When the scenery stabilized, Rose wasn't a sweet, terrified little girl anymore. She was a teenager, and she had completely transformed into an absolute brat. I watched her standing in the center of a cobblestone courtyard with three of her friends, laughing hysterically as they used their elemental powers to trip the lower-ranking pack servants, knocking laundry baskets and water buckets right out of their hands. They were cruel. Rose’s face was twisted in a smug, arrogant smirk as she whispered with her circle. They weren't just practicing traditional coven spells anymore; they were slipping into the woods at night, practi