Naruto Dark Magic Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Ann gave him a grateful smile, "I input my magic and activate it." "How do you even know that it would work?" Jacob frowned at the Darkhole gripped in Ann's hand, "It looks like dark magic item." "It's not." Ann lied impatiently, holding the two items tight in her hand, "And I saw Damon used it in front of me. It works." "Ann!" Jacob grabbed her wrist, "You are a light magic Mage. You know the rule. Using dark magic once and there is no turning back!" "But I'm not USING dark magic!" Ann rolled her eyes, "Only using dark spells can change a light Mage, alright? Jeez! I'm just activating a dark magic item, it won't turn me into a dark magic Mage."

I'm not sure how long he has been a direct slave to the Moon, but it's enough to have him as desperate as me. Desperate to work with Shinee, who no one in their right mind would trust. "It's going to take some time, but I can assure, it will be worth it," Damon says, glancing at Shinee for support, but he is looking down at his hands knotted on his lap. "The first steps will be easier enough for Shinee and I to deal with between us. The main event, to get you out of this place, will require darker magic." I eye him sceptically. "How dark?"

"We’re not interested in whatever game you’re playing. Let us go.” The man laughed, a cold sound that sent shivers down my spine. “It’s not up to you. She’s coming with us.” A low growl rumbled from Nate’s chest. “Over my dead body.” The man shrugged. “If you insist.” He raised his hand, and I saw a flicker of dark energy around his fingers. Nate barely had time to react before the man unleashed a bolt of dark magic. Nate threw himself to the side, pulling me with him as the spell exploded against the ground where we’d been standing.

Protected the pack together. *He was brilliant. Talented. Powerful in ways most wolves never achieved.* *But something changed. Something dark took root.* *I found him in the woods one night. Surrounded by symbols drawn in blood. Chanting words that made my wolf recoil instinctively.* *Dark magic. Forbidden magic.* *"What are you doing?" I'd demanded. Horrified.* *He looked at me calmly. Too calm. "Evolving. We're limited, Kieran. Bound by old rules. Old fears. I'm breaking those chains."*

Somehow he's already read a fifth into the inch-thick book. "Dark Magic is a category of magic involved in what most individuals would observe as questionable. This indicates magic that can include mind manipulation, reading hearts, alchemical metamorphosis, and vortex transgress. However, Dark Magic is not by nature evil, and only by the appearance it gives does it have this name. Mind manipulation is utilized in certain majestic psychotherapy. Alchemical metamorphosis is utilized in acquiring rare earth metals such as cobalt, gold, iridium, and holmium. It is only the connotation that causes this magic to appear questionable."

Roses, a white dress, the guests, the sunshine: it all felt so vivid, yet so surreal. His gaze landed on the empty spot where the bridesmaid should have been, and it all clicked why that seat was unoccupied. Natalie was gone. She was gone forever. She had taken her life. She had done that with his unborn child when she leapt from the 18th floor. It was all because he tampered with her medicine, because he dared her to prove her true love, and because of his whispered lies of forever and always. He did everything to win her heart.

The shadows in the corners of the room seemed to stretch toward the book, hungry and listening. "It's fighting you," Marcus Blackthorn drawled from the armchair in the corner. He was swirling a glass of blood-laced bourbon, looking for all the world like a bored aristocrat watching a gladiator match. "Dark magic has an immune system, Vida. It knows you're a High Witch. It doesn't like you." "I don't need it to like me," I muttered, wiping a fresh trickle of blood from my nose with the back of my hand. "I need it to talk."

If anyone knew the answer, it would be her. She took a deep breath before speaking, her voice low and serious. “Yes,” she said slowly. “It is possible. That kind of magic is real… but it is dark magic. Forbidden magic. Magic that twists the heart and soul. It’s dangerous and evil. It keeps the body young, yes. But it corrupts the mind. It takes away every piece of your humanity left in the person.” I felt my hands curl into fists at my sides. My jaw hardened, and I clenched my fists tightly. Anger filled me. Pure, burning anger.

Her voice rings with truth, Tensel sent to Damonq. There is more than Darkness in this. We face multiple demons, not just one. She opened the earth enough to allow Darkness to send his dark magic. Darkness has a sliver of Jihon, the high mage, in him. With that sliver come his darkest spells. It was Datkness directing the lightning strikes at me. He did it through this girl.

Especially since his whole fantasy was for there to be a shroud of mystery with us meeting. She continued, "I can give him your number and he can call and go over any other specifics with you. I realize it'll be dark but I don't know if there's anything special he wants you to wear or not wear, any special way he wants you to smell, that kind of thing. I think the whole premise of being in the dark is to heighten all of your other senses. He really wants the physical connection with you, without any pretense about who he is or who his family is or all that."