Harry Potter The Dark Wizard Novels & Stories

Luckily, a bloody footmark was stained on the morgue floor which made things easier for her. Mother was pregnant with me at this point of time and it was risky to use her powers. Conoscenza is a tricky spell that requires a lot of force and energy, and even the most powerful clan of witches usually faints after using it. But it was a witch’s duty to be one with nature – calm, resourceful, and to serve the people’s needs. She needed to do it, not minding the risks it had. She did it anyway, and found out that there was another witch that was behind the virus. The other witch was purposely peeing on dead mortals and resurrecting them without blood to be her army.

"How can you only get a score of zero, Kirey? Fortunately, Mr. Dani corrected his words earlier. If everything is repeated, I'm sure you will receive another curse!" I looked at Harry who was driving after their class ended 15 minutes ago. Mr. Dani, our general course lecturer, shared the results of our exams. And guess what? I got rank one from the bottom. Harry immediately pulled me out of the classroom before much of the cursing I heard from them. And all I'm doing right now is staring at Harry disinterestedly, and not knowing him. I still had time to ask Harry for some more candy. "It's not that I don't want to answer that question!" I finally started to speak up. At least I have to defe

“Wait...It was you, wasn’t it? You sent that letter.” Puzzles were slowly put back together as seconds passed. The solder didn’t see her face because she bewitched him; he was a werewolf, a solder, how could he not have seen her face through the dark? Wolves have night vision for god’s sake how can something like that pass along, how come I have not seen it before? How come Xander not seen it? Did he know it was a witch all this time? “I found it on my gram’s book. An ancient book.” She responded, her tone slightly decreasing as a look of fatigue crossed her face.

He dragged her inside easily though–her shoes sliding against the tile without a sound. "There's nothing to be afraid of, you should know what this is my love." On the cart beside the chair was a single syringe filled with a dark blue liquid. "I–I don't know. W–what is that f–for?" she asked, shaking like a leaf. "I perfected a transformation serum for you. Tonight, your life will change forever."

Quickly, the whole room was surrounded with pitch black fog and it became tough for him to see through the thick fogs. "You certainly do nothing in the presence of darkness, where I operate" The Wizard tried casting a spell to bring light to the fog, but it couldn't work. "Now that I have you where I want you, all I need to do is simply consume your soul with darkness and you would eventually become all mine by the end of the day" The wizard knew that if he couldn't get out of the fog, he was doomed. He kept on fighting the fog, which kept on coming till it successfully had him. It wrapped its body around him and began to consume his soul, while Rogue King watched in awe.

My face remained emotionless because I didn’t want them to enjoy my discomfort. A man approached, less than twenty years old with a funny smile on his lips. He was more than two feet taller than me, and he was not thin but had tough muscles. Looking at his cat-eye pupils I knew he was a warlock and a very powerful one because the others around us stop talking and waited for him to speak.

“Dragon, remember? I’m not a human that turns into a dragon. I’m a dragon that turns into a human. I’m always the dragon, so my senses are always heightened. When you were unconscious, I smelled you to see what had happened to you. I smelled the poison in your system, got the scent of the ones that did that to you so I can kill them and found the scent of your family member. I didn’t know it was your brother, but I could tell from the scent of the meadow that the person was related.” There was a lot to unpack in that diatribe, but what stood out to me most is what came out of my mouth. “You’re going to kill the ones that imprisoned me? Why?” He steps away from me, running his hand through hi

“IT’S JUST I HAD a different book in mind when ink spilled on this one, plus what’s left to do in a finished book?” They, of course, ignored me Completely probably deciding if I would not explain, they were just going to proceed. One of the three waved their hand above the inky darkness we were standing on, and instantly a book on a pedestal was in front of them on the floor. It showed off my title, ‘1001 Dark Tales’. I instantly held my breath, hoping they didn’t realize what that meant. But if they had, they said nothing. Instead, they just started flipping through the pages of the book, looking for which store to choose.

He was the same man who had surrendered for killing Harry Aiden. A sickening thought settled in. Has he always been a pawn of the Darklord? It all made sense now. This wasn’t about some random group of hypnotizers. It was a cover-up, orchestrated by the Darklord. Instead of reversing Jade’s spell—the spell that wiped the town’s memory of the supernatural—he sent his pawns to take the fall. He could have easily brought back their memories, along with all the chaos and fear that came with them. But instead, he chose to hide everything under this lie, using the hypnotizers as scapegoats.

What fantastical narrative is this? "According to the sorceress's far-sighted visions of the future, the Dark King is not of this world. He is a werewolf from another realm. Should he win the Moon Goddess' battle, he'll gain the power to open a portal to his world, which could unleash catastrophic consequences on our planet. That's why the Dark King must perish at any cost," Howard explained, his resolve clear. "I will not release the antidote, no matter what."