My Wart Is Turning Black Novels & Stories

Not with everyone dead. Leaning forward, I rest my head on my knee, trying to clear my head. “Ow!” The electric shock in my spine forces me up and out of the chair. Moving to the mirror, I lift my top to see that my birthmark is raised. Running my fingers over it, little sparks of light appear and I watch as my birthmark turns from a deep pink to a cobalt blue that looked odd against my creamy skin. Yanking my top down, I sit in my seat with my back firmly pressed into the chair. Why was it changing?

As he left, I looked back at her, my jaw tightening. Whatever was happening, she was at the centre of it. And I wasn’t going to stop until I had answers. I hadn’t even taken a step away from the bed when Austin burst in again and spoke up. “Alpha,” his voice carried an urgency that made me pause. “What is it now?” I asked, turning my sharp gaze on him. Austin’s brows furrowed deeply, his face clouded with concern as his eyes dropped to my stomach. “Holy shit.” I followed his gaze instinctively to the side of my torso where an eerie black patch had begun to spread. It looked like cracked, burned skin, with thin, vein-like tendrils creeping outward.

We didn’t know what was attacking us! “Black magic!” I gasped. “A wicca!” Cygnus exclaimed. “A wiccan ritual was placed on her!” He carried me and brought me inside. He called for the guards, who rushed in and were shocked by my condition. “Call Lady Tizita now! Only she can help us!” he ordered. Some of them quickly left, and Natisa came closer. “Her eyes are turning black! It really is a wiccan curse!” she said in alarm. I screamed in pain as it felt like needles were piercing my entire body. My mates held me while I writhed in agony.

I watched, transfixed despite the pain, as my magic sought out whatever darkness had taken root inside him. But the second that light entered him, something else started oozing from his wounds. Disgusting, greasy black mist that smelled like old copper and stagnant swamp water rose from his body. It looked heavy, almost like liquid soot, dripping over the side of the white sheets and leaving dark stains wherever it touched. My stomach turned at the sight of it, bile rising in my throat. I'd never seen anything so fundamentally wrong, so opposed to life itself.

She explains. “What’s the other option?” Nate asks in broken sentences, squirming in pain. “A black healing potion, it has side effects for later because it messes with control but it is very fast. Numbs you all over.” He nods eagerly, not caring for whatever else she has to say. I don’t blame him, if I was in the same situation I would take whatever. “Just drink it all, it has a tangy smell, better if you don’t inhale.”

Aphy points at me, also to my hands. I furrow my brows and look down at my palms. Black, pitch black. Not like those years back, that black was cracking and almost glowing through the fractures. No, this was a liquid. It was solid black and all the way to my elbows. "You're leaking!" Levin roars with unmitigated hysteria. "I am not leaking!" I counter back, with anger yet also with hidden consternation.

The glowing eyes seemed to shrink away from his touch. He began a third incantation. This one sounded similar to the ones his lieutenants had heard in the past, but with subtle differences in tone and rhythm. Black magic, thicker and more viscous than anything they had seen before, began to drip down from the edge of the table. The grass where it landed hissed audibly and shriveled up, burned away by the magic. The black ooze continued spilling from the table in thicker and thicker streams, until what looked like a puddle formed on the now bare ground.

What the hell is happening? The black light started to slowly fade until it completely disappeared into nothingness leaving behind someone that nearly terrified the witch to her death. A sudden cry erupted from her lips as she felt something burning over the flesh of her chest. She looked down upon her bosom and saw an odd symbol burning a vibrant violet hue just above her breast. Her attention was snapped from her chest and back to the circle where a dark figure now stood.

I absentmindedly cussed out loudly. I turned her over and discovered that a huge fraction of the scars were gone too. How was this even possible?! Just a while ago in the tub, almost every part of her body had been covered in scars. "What the hell is happening?!" Black yelled when he also noticed how the scars kept healing and disappearing right before our eyes.

"Are they always this black?" "Northern thing also. Other packs' rogues keep their original coat. A grey wolf goes rogue, you have a grey rogue. A red wolf goes rogue, you have a red rogue. Northern wolves go black. Whatever they were before — silver, amber, brindle, pale — within a week of the turn the coat is what you are looking at. The reason is not known. The elders say it is the corruption coming up through the body and out through the coat — a visible mark so the pack can read it from a distance. The healers say the toxin makes a pigment and the pigment moves to the fur. Either way. They go black. There is no exception. If you ever see a Northern wolf turned and he is not black, give