Harry Potter Learns Black Magic Fanfiction Novels & Stories

" Andrea's disappointment could be heard from her voice. "He started learning black magic. Yet he was not satisfied. When he was found practicing black magic, my mother, the priestess of the coven, killed him and buried him. But since he learned about black magic, he has become a half-dead person. We didn't know that he already made arrangements to become a lich. He just wants the power to rule both races. With time, he plans to rule the whole world," Andrea expressed.

Belle sat up in bed, using the buttons on the side to adjust the positioning as the nurse had shown her. The book, white with a pentacle on the cover, described the basics of witchcraft in terms even a layman could understand. Her older sister had been kind enough to drop it off, along with a change of clothing and a box of Thornton's continental—her favourite chocolates. According to this book, the spell Damien cast on her would be returned to him threefold.

groaned Lycus Lewis in his mind. Albus looked around the room and did not find the scepter containing The Heart of Magic. Albus's heart pounded. He approached Lycus Lewis, who was in a state of death. Albus tore off Lycus Lewis's shirt. He could see that tendrils of black energy were almost filling Lycus Lewis's chest. Once his chest was perfectly black, his heart would explode and shatter. Lycus Lewis was dying.

I tried to push her off, but she smacked my hands away. “You can’t save yourself,” she hissed through clenched teeth. “You’re weak!” Something inside me snapped. I closed my eyes, forcing the air into my lungs. The magic I had been trying to keep buried began to stir, dark and alive. When I opened my eyes again, they were pitch black. Velin gasped and staggered back slightly, though her hand stayed clamped on my throat. “So,” she spat. “You’re using black magic now.” Mockery laced her tone.

she bawled and huffed at the end. "I traveled and went to see a witch who taught me how to harness my powers that came with being a full black wolf. With her help also, I learnt black magic. I came back with hatred in my heart towards Chloe. With the black magic, I tortured and later killed. I also cast a spell on you afterwards that you'd love me and me alone. The only thing that could break the spell was only if you kissed and fell in love with someone else which I thought was impossible till not until now.

They would believe his story, they would see the staff of authority, and I would be nothing more than a memory, a failed attempt at power. I refused to let that happen. “Don’t you dare think you’ve won?” I snarled, lifting my head and meeting his gaze with all the fury and desperation boiling inside me. “I still have the power to end this. I still have black magic.” Reaching deep into the reserves of my magic, I began to summon the dark energy I had always kept hidden, the black magic that had gotten me this far. The air around me thickened with it—a cold, oppressive force that caused the pack members nearest to me to step back in fear. I could see it in their eyes now—the hesitation, the un

I asked. Syria settled her eyes on me. “In order to make sure there would be a reincarnation of his mate, the master performed a spell using black magic, which is forbidden magic,” Brock gasped and I looked at him unable to hide the shock in his eyes. His whole body tense at the revelation which made me all the more confused. “Black magic has been forbidden for centuries,” he muttered under his breath, his eyes staring into the shadows as if thinking back. Syria nodded her head, gripping onto Brock’s arms.

Shifter women screamed, delegates scrambled backward over their chairs, and chaos took over the room. Through the blur of flying debris and shouting guards, the stranger's dark eyes cut across the chaotic room again. This time, they locked directly onto mine with a fierce, unyielding intensity. "Seraphina!" he shouted over the roar of the crowd, his voice cutting cleanly through the noise. My heart leaped into my throat. Before I could even process what he was doing, he raised his hand toward me, and a sudden, sharp yank of blue-tinted magic pulled at the air around my waist.

And there, I scour ancient tomes and scrolls, learning more spells that might come in handy when my quest for revenge starts. In my dream, my fingers will dance over different parchments, tracing the arcane symbols and incantations of long-lost spells. Caius also provided me with seers, monks and alchemists. And because they are being blackmailed by the vampire prince, they are forced to share their techniques with me — all poultices, elixirs and enchantments. But handy techniques and skills are not the only things I peruse. I also worked on my skills of using powerful and potent spells, like that powerful sleeping spell.

He has always shown a frail and stupid appearance to deceive his foes and so that nobody could prevent his plan from succeeding. Without a word, Lila showed us the result of her drawing. I couldn’t repress my discomfort that I was swept back behind the mirror. The first thing that a mage learns is to keep focus so that the spell wouldn’t break down, but I made a beginner’s mistake. As I looked back, the difference in the sphere’s colour bothered me, it was a perfect dark purple, but right now it turned into a completely black, plunging me into a darkness that I didn’t expect.