Novel & Cerita My Wart Is Turning Black

I was about to tell her I was fine when I noticed something on my wrist. Black veins twisted around my wrist like a bracelet, or rather a chain. My heart dropped. I knew what it meant. The process of turning rogue has just begun, and the effects are irreversible. We'll have those options though. I fell back onto the bed with a sigh. "I'm not okay, Hazel," I admitted, my voice barely above a whisper. "I'm far from okay." She put down her knitting on the table and sat by me. "What is it, Maddy?" she asked, taking my hand in hers. "What's wrong?" I showed her my wrist, the black veins standing out starkly against my pale skin. "I'm turning rogue, Hazel," I said, my voice shaking.

It didn’t cause me to shift back to human or to cause me to go unconscious like the other men. The problem was, it wasn’t a deep wound but it wasn’t healing. And that wasn’t the most disturbing news. The blood was a weird color. It wasn’t red. It was black.

He no longer cared about his image or status and swung the cane with all his strength, hoping to break a few bones in Kaze. Tap! As tension rose in everyone’s heart, Kaze extended his hand and effortlessly tapped the ivory cane away. The force of the impact stunned Master Otter, causing him to stagger backward for a few steps before the cane fell off. Kaze caught the cane with both his hands and then lifted his knee to snap it. Crack! The ivory cane was instantly snapped in half. It was then everyone saw the black substance underneath its white surface. It looked like something was rotten inside. It had an unusual red color that resembled hardened blood.

It was replaced by the sharp smell of fresh black ink. Maya looked down at her hands. Let out a scream. Her skin was no longer brown and warm it was turning white like a page in a notebook. Black lines, like words and sentences were crawling up her wrists like snakes. "Sarah hold on to me " Maya said, reaching out. Her fingers were becoming flat and thin like paper.

Even I flinch. Because what we’re staring at isn’t just damage—it’s devastation. The tree in the picture is completely blackened and hardly recognizable, rotten and split down the middle like it had been struck by a festering disease that just kept feeding on it until the poor tree couldn't endure anymore and gave up. The land around the tree is scorched, and the soil is stained with something dark—almost like bad oil—but the stain shimmers strangely red under the light. Thanox. What if he's behind this?

But when I washed my hands, the lantern light revealed what the water could not hide. My fingertips. Black. Not bruised. Not dirt. Not even burns. Black—as if ink had seeped into the skin. I scrubbed until the skin went raw, but the stain remained, dark and stubborn. Panic clawed up my throat. I grabbed another rag, another basin of water, scalding this time, and scrubbed harder. Still the black clung, like oil sunk deep into my pores. My breath came sharp, chest heaving. I had seen this before—not on myself, but on others touched by things too foul to name. The memory of the riverbank flashed, bodies scarred not just with bites but with this same mark of corruption.

It will change into a color that we represent as witches. There are two kinds of witches. There’s what we call white witches and then the black witches. The power of white witches can only be used for good. However, the powers of a black witch are used to achieve the greater good. It has its consequences though, it can harm others. But a pure white witch can still turn into a black witch. In every mistake that they make, black will gradually stain their pure purple blood. Once they had fully turned into a black witch, they would never be able to recognize true goodness anymore. Their mind will be clouded by nothing but evil. The black type of witch is a race, while the change of blood color

What -- The black pattern! They already reached the rose, and his whole body was now hardening as the black began to gush out from the root of the rose and cover him. The skin where the blackness covered turned hard as if the dark tree of the circle. "I have to take it out!" Kitty said as if convincing herself, holding the rose in her hand-- Of course she cannot pull it out. The rose was harder than it looked. Kitty put her full force on the scape, but it won't come out even a little bit.

Soon, their blackened skin returned to normal. “I’m done playing with you two. You both can go to hell now!” Wikkan roared from the other side, raising and waving his arms. The black cloth wrapped around his upper body suddenly flew up and hung in mid-air, revealing Wikkan’s face and leaving the upper half of his body completely naked. The two light sorcerers could see that dense black runes were tattooed on Wikkan’s face and body. Every inch and spot of his body was covered with these runes.

I could feel the black magic in my system, and its dispel. It was like poison running through my veins—slow, scorching, burning, relentless. Black magic isn’t something you fight; it fights you. Especially when it gets into your system, it slowly Wa Tayyu up from the inside. That is how it kills one. And I knew that, I know that it is supposed to kill one, but I know it would not kill me. Rather, my body would fight it.