Harry Potter The Dark Wizard Novels & Stories

Though I tried to hate him, my heart raced faster when he was with me and his touch sent a shiver down my spine. He is handsome, yet dangerous. I have hated my life since the day I entered his mansion. He chained my hands and legs. I can't even walk freely. I was like a prisoner to him. It seems like he has lost his sanity. He behaves like a total psychopath, and I am very sure he is a psycho, But he is damn rich.

Viktor had to act fast while Theodria was still stunned from the impact of his initial assault. Viktor, the dark magician, cast a spell using as fuel the negative energy that he had absorbed along with his own inner mana, combining both energies to use black magic, to use Necromancy. "[Reanimate the dead]" Hot, sticky blood gushed out of Viktor's nose as the dark power gathering behind his eyes shot out with a second spell. The bitter taste of black bile filled her mouth and she doubled over at the waist in excruciating searing pains. But his suffering didn't matter because the spell had worked.

He looked old and if he was a wizard it meant he was at least double the age he looked to be. We shifted back and I stood naked in front of the wizard. ”Give us the girl, she who is half the child of darkness and half the abomination of your kind. Give us the girl and we will be resilient, give us the girl and you might get to live. Refuse to do as asked, and we will wreak havoc upon your pack and your people and we will not stop until every last one of you is dead!” I looked at James who was still in his wolf form. He and Alex were baring their teeth, snarling at the wizard.

There was even an incident that a magician of level 20 lost his sanity after forcing his way of using his own mana without the resonance with a deity. In the end, he murdered the parents of a family. That family's 2 children becomes an orphan as a result. And that certain magician goes into hiding. Until now, no one knew what happened to him. But rumors bound to exist. Some said that that magician becomes a demon. And some say he died after he suffered mana exhaustion. No one really knew the truth of what happened to that person after he flees from the scene... However, what he did that time birthed a great desire from a certain person. After all... 'hatred is the best fertilizer to nourish

Him. Elara crawled to a small hollow at the base of a rock, tucking herself into its shadows. She pressed her palms to the ground, letting her magic sink into the earth. Her heartbeat slowed, but the memory of his crimson gaze refused to leave her mind. The Dark Prince—Kael—was real. He wasn’t a threat from a storybook or a nightmare. He had found her.

“This is above and beyond what I’ve ever seen.” The possessed Sable laughed again. "Nothing can stop us. The ritual is complete. The door is open. We will traverse your world again, and shroud it in darkness." A wave of the dark energy burst outwards and slammed into the healing wizards; sending them all crashing back against opposite walls. They shouted as they fell, but they were shocked and alive. I felt that surge, too, but at least I was prepared this time.

It takes only a powerful witch to be able to conjure a soul from the underworld into a dead Lycan's body. No mere witch was capable of such a feat. One would have to trade his soul to the darkness to be able to perform such an act. And whosoever was at the dark side, was an enemy to the light, and the living. But this monster stood tall before me, eyes black like the abyss it had been awakened from. “All these for a maid?” I knew a fight stood before me, unbound by the shackles of death. I, on the other hand, had no time to waste. Strigurd was prepared for a bloodbath.

Jarek says concerned. " He is the most powerful dark wizard alive. He made it his mission to turn every spell known into dark magic. He is also the one who started the hunting of werecats." She whisper the last part looking at Landon, who seems like the wind is knocked out of him, and she continues.

But due to the appearance of the lady boss, I had thought Draco was changing, but it seems he was still the feared devil in the underworld. I could already hear the heart wrenching screams as soon as we got out of the elevator and entered the corridor, making our way to the room at the end of the hallway. The pungent smell of blood and sweat and rotten body parts due to wounds on some of the prisoners that were left untreated filled our nostrils, but Draco seemed unfazed as he took calculated and controlled steps towards the door. Draco made his way to the huge chair that was reserved for him anytime he came around to watch and sat down like a king. Only that he looked like the king of hell.

Instantly, all eyes shifted from me to the newcomer. The warriors and the small crowd of onlookers immediately turned and bowed deeply as the man approached. Lifting my eyes, I saw a young man with an air of undeniable charisma. His spiky brunette hair, square jaw, and deep blue eyes exuded a quiet strength. Despite his imposing presence, I found it hard to believe he could be the Dark Lord. Beside him stood a younger boy, whose face seemed like it had been meticulously sculpted to perfection, radiating a similar aura of authority.