Harry Potter The Dark Wizard Novels & Stories

I asked in disbelief. “Yes,” said Nalia, opening a folder containing photos of a man I’d never seen before. “This is the dark sorcerer who accompanies Hall. He’s not just any man, and just as the sorceresses feared, he’s capable of causing irreparable harm. His spells are based on stealing energy, practicing dark arts, and sacrificing living beings, no matter who they are.” I felt nauseous. “What exactly does that mean?” Elijah asked. “We knew what might be happening.”

The only person he considered family was killed in front of him. "If you let me live, I will tell you the real truth about your mother," Adam pleaded, but Warren wasn't having any of that. He made one swift movement and with that, he ended Adam Parker's life. The story of the man known as the Dark Wizard, who annihilated the cultivators of the Firea Continent, was brought to an abrupt end. His head flew up in the air and landed with a loud thud.

She wiped it harshly, still glaring at her father. Looking down at her, a burning sensation raged in his stomach. He loathed weakness and even more so if it manifested in a Sylvania. “Now, show me the headmaster’s head.” “George first.” He raised one brow. “No. Let’s do it together.” “Alright!” They both raised their hands, a bluish string unknotting from it. Then with a small explosion, followed by a puff of black smoke, the headmaster’s body appeared right in front of Dark and George on Z’s lap. Both were unconscious.

My hand was back to its hideous features as I let go of her. Moments later I was sucked back to my chamber, I hurriedly went back to the book and flipping it back and forth. "The Damnation Curse of the Sorceress" it was stated there that the curse could never be broken, unless with a special power of the chosen one. I had found the chosen one, and the healer, then I had found the witch moments ago, the sorceress heir. I recognized the light brown eyes and the freckles, all of her people had the same exact characteristic features.

"Dang it." I look at Shaylee, and she looks at me, shaking her head. "Alright, 'Her Dark Knight' it is. Now we need to figure out what the play will be about," Shaylee says. And once again, Andrew surprises us. "It should be about a wolf who tries to resist his feelings for a human he's imprinted on, but the more time he spends with her, the stronger the pull becomes."

The vortex grew larger and eventually consumed the web. Hadirt clenched his jaw when he saw that. He dashed out of the black sphere, turning to flee without a second thought. "Come back here!" ordered the Dark Lord. The Dark Lord extended his right hand, and a powerful force instantly pulled Hadirt back. Hadirt was then consumed by the black vortex as it absorbed the dark energy from his body continuously. Hadirt was turned into a dried corpse in front of the Dark Lord and then turned to dust in the end.

I thought he had not even heard me so I decided to open my mouth again but he added, “The pages of the book have worn out a little. But as I predicted the dark witch wanted to have a way to get to the altar. So yes, it might work.” Hope filled my heart when he said that but Jasper’s fingers closed around mine. “But you have to know that this is dark magic…corrupted and vile. The shadows would trick you, they would make you see things, and experience pain and sorrow at the extreme. They would test your resolve. And it might….”

She could sense danger but had no idea where it was. “IT’S BEHIND US! Hayden suddenly yelled as he gunned the engine. Georgia looked behind them and gasped as she saw a shadowy figure emerge from the trees. It ran on two legs and was bounding after them at a frightening speed. It was huge, at least a foot taller than Anubis and far more bulky. It looked horrifying, like a dark, demonic figure racing through the darkness. Hayden’s voice was panicked and already more feral. His eyes grew darker. He stopped the car at the foot of the hill overlooking the lake and turned to Georgia.

My heart felt heavy with anticipation and desperation. I’d been waiting a long time for this moment. Raising a hand, I knock on the weathered door, its surface adorned with symbols and sigils that pulsed with otherworldly energy. The hair along my arms rises as my knuckles rap against the wood. The door creaks open, revealing the interior shrouded in dim candlelight. Stepping inside, I find myself in a familiar room filled with an assortment of herbs, potions, and artifacts. The air is thick with the scent of incense, seeming to almost hum with a mysterious power. My wolf growls softly, the hair on the back of my neck rising.

“I already told you I hate it when you interrupt me.” The first crack on the floor happened right in between Diana and the warlocks. “W-What’s happening?” “Is this another trick of a dark witch?” “She’s not a witch! She’s a hybrid!” The crack started to slither as it grow longer and bigger. “Wrong. Dark magic is not my thing.” Her eyes gleamed with crimson embers of anger and anguish. “It’s time manipulation.” Boom! Before the remaining warlocks could conjure the last of their magic to break free from the spell, the two nearest pillars smashed them into a pile of meat paste and bones. Blood immediately flooded the floor.