My Wart Is Turning Black の小説・ストーリー

The edges were fuzzy and torn, like a rope that had been rubbed against a sharp rock for too long. And it was turning black. At the end where the string touched my chest, a dark stain was spreading. It was the Rot. It was the Witch’s breath. The blackness was crawling along the string, moving slowly toward Darius. “No,” I said. “Cut it. Cut the string.” I did not want him to have the blackness. I did not want him to be sick like me. But I could not move my hands. In the real world, my body began to shake.

Almost… wrong. My fingers brushed the edge. Cool. Smooth. It felt like it had a pulse. The wax seal wasn’t red or gold,none of Milo’s usual gilded signatures. It was black. Charcoal-black, stamped with a symbol I didn’t recognize. Something floral, yes. But jagged. Petaled like teeth. Thorns in a spiral. I dragged my thumb over it,slow. The wax didn’t crumble. It smeared. Left a streak on my skin.

A sneer left his mouth. "It wasn't easy, he is one strong boy" The black witch answered. "He managed to kill five of ours but we were able to stop him with wild spurt" The black witch added. The smile on Jared face disappeared and he turned to look at the black witch with rage in his eyes. "What!" He exclaimed through gritted teeth. He moved close to one of the black witches and held her jaw in a painful grip. "What the hell do you think you are doing!" The second black witch yelled in annoyance. "Do you know what you have done! You will have weakened his powers!" Jared was trying to contain his rage, but he was finding it hard to do so.

"That's why I saved this to compare with the original," "Look!" said the shop owner as he took out another black berry. The berries look bigger than what Altair saw earlier in terms of color and texture, they are almost the same. “If you bring the two of them closer together, they won't blend into each other,” said the shop owner and brought the two black berries in his hands together. No reaction was evoked between the two black berries, they didn't budge in the slightest. “Real blackwill stick to each other if they are close together, whereas they don't,”

It's working! Al sprinkled more healing water all over the surface of the black magic circle that locked Keefe's body. The purplish-black mist hissed more and more from the surface of the black magic circle. Al tried to sprinkle healing water on Keefe's body so that his body recovered a little. The pressure from the purplish-black mist rising from the black magic circle that almost broke was getting stronger.

Izer chuckled. “ It’s not funny. ” I rolled my eyes. “ Of course, it’s not. ” He pressed his lips together, but the amused look in his eyes didn’t falter. “ Why didn’t it work on you then? ” I glared at him. Izer released my waist and stepped back. His hand reached out to grab my right wrist. I lowered my gaze to my arms. The marks were back. They were faded—almost grey in color instead of black but they were there.

Even Wesley was petrified. “Since you cultivate black magic, your body has accumulated a lot of toxins. Every night, it would be activated, numbing your nerves and putting you through hell. The black blood you just spat out are the toxins,” Kiran explained. “W-Why did you anger him on purpose?” Maxwell asked. “The toxins have already formed a connection with the black magic. If I cure you normally, it would become resistant, and he would risk losing his life. “I only hit him when he was distracted and was going to attack me with the scorpions and centipedes.

It was a cold, stabbing sensation that made me gasp and grab the doorframe. I looked down at my hand. The crescent moon mark wasn't silver anymore. It was turning black. And as the darkness spread up my wrist, I realized with a jolt of terror that the Weaver hadn't just taken the map. He’d left something behind.

“We need to get you to your house before anyone sees us.” I was so confused. Why did he care if anyone saw us? Did he not want to be my mate, either? Was he embarrassed to be my mate? I lifted my head off of him, using my left hand to push myself away from him, when something on my skin caught my eye. On my forearm was a swirling black vine, etched into my skin, almost like a tattoo. It wrapped from under my thumb and around my arm to my elbow, leaves and small flowers branching off from the curlicue ends.

I exclaimed and started to scratch it but it kept on crawling to my face. I scratched it with both of my hands. I could feel my skin grazed by my nails. I only groaned but didn’t stop. The black patch was covering my entire face. Another snow breeze blew. The fine hairs on my entire body rose. I stopped scratching seeing the black patches reached my shaking hands. I rubbed my skin but it won’t come off until my skin was completely covered with darkness. I stared at myself with shaking eyes.