My Wart Is Turning Black Novels & Stories

Even the bronze fades before my eyes, dulling down into black. Pure black. Which means that I’m a Witch.

Nabitawan ko ang kutsilyo at marahang napaatras nang maramdaman ko ang sakit at panghihina. Umangat ang tingin ko sa naglalako ng prutas at naestatwa nang bigla na lamang pumula ang mga mata niya. Black smoke suddenly appeared from his body at nagsimulang magbago ang anyo niya. He was staring at my pulse, as if wanting to devour me. Large ears came out from his head and bones cracking while his skin started to turn dark with black furs. Nagsihulog na ang mga prutas na nilalako at isa-isang nagsimulang magsitakbuhan ang mga tao.

“Oh my God! Kenneth, what happened to you? Why is it turning black and purple! The tip is a little ulcerated too!” “What?!” Kenneth felt as though a bomb had exploded in his brain. He pushed Wendy aside and looked down. After seeing it clearly, his face instantly turned green. Initially, he had thought that the medicine hadn’t taken effect yet, but he never expected to see his penis turn black and purple, and even a little rotten! What the f*ck was going on! Kenneth grabbed his head in despair, almost going crazy! He had been over the moon when he drank the medicine, but now, he had fallen straight down from the f*cking moon!

Chris murmured. Thea’s eyes opened, releasing a plume of the black smoke. Her face contorted, and she screamed, the black smoke streaming from her mouth. She turned to her hands and knees, retching and coughing up her insides. “Oh my goddess,” Cassandra said. “Is that part of her lung?” “What is that black stuff?” Alaric said. Underneath Thea’s skin, the deep black ink was expanding, filling her body. The black smoke began moving back toward her, disappearing back into her body.

Willow shutters as my fingers run over the mark. "Is it beautiful?" She asks. "It is the most beautiful mark that I have ever seen. It is truly unique," I tell her. Willow turns off the water and steps out of the shower. She stumbles to the sink, looks at the mark on her neck, and a smile spreads across her neck. But as her fingers brush over her neck, I notice that her fingernails are still stained black. I don't need to ask why her nails have turned black. She has used her magic.

The healing center was in controlled chaos when we arrived. Sophie had the patient, Chris, in the main surgical suite, and I could see through the observation window that his entire left arm was turning black with curse corruption that pulsed with an ugly purple light. "Report," I said, scrubbing in quickly while Iris did the same beside me.

Trista’s POV “Oh my God, Hazel. It’s…it’s black. Why is it black? What’s wrong with him?” My words came out in a jumbled mess. I wasn’t a doctor, but I knew enough to know that a black wound was really, really bad. It likely pointed to some sort of poison. But that kind? It wasn’t wolfbane, that much was clear. Was it a human poison? And if so, what would that do to Liam’s wolf?

It is a poison for which there is no cure. “She was in her second night of childbirth,” Magnus continues just as quietly. “The healer here, made her a tea, but put the wrong sap in it.” “I’m sorry,” I tell him. “You never use the white sap in tea or anything to be eaten or drank. The sisters are backwards; the black tree produces white sap while her white sister makes black. Untrained healers will make the mistake not knowing that they produce the opposite.” As we enter the longhouse, he has to duck to enter, Magnus says, “I have been told that the black tree can also be used to camouflage a person’s scent.”

“You’re a witch now.” She said it like a correction. Like a fact. Like she was adjusting my name. Then her gaze flicked to my right hand. “And look at that,” she muttered. “It’s getting worse.” Confused, I lifted my hand. My pulse jumped. Only a few spots of skin still held their normal color. The rest… was nearly black. It was spreading fast, the black streak now at my wrist. Was it because I kept using my powers? I wondered. “Ma’am we sorry please you can continue,” one of the sick lady in front said her hand as if in prayer.

At this time Cynthia has locked herself in her room for three days. Something bad had happened. Alice scratched Cynthia's face with her claws, and now it's been more than a week, and instead of healing, the wounds on Cynthia's face are starting to turn black. This is the black color she is familiar with. Only a wound infected with wolfsbane would ooze such blackness....