Slayer Black Magic Novels & Stories

If I'm not human, then what am I? “—And I promise I'll explain everything in due time. But the moment you step out this door, you'll be attacked again. Not by one, but by several other Mystics. It's what those monsters are called.” Monsters. I need to leave. “I—” “I killed off one siren before Liam. And while fighting him, I sensed three other mystics approaching.” He glances at the wall clock. “In exactly forty-two minutes, I'll turn in for the night. Within that period, I'll take you wherever you need to go. And then I'll bring you back.”

I asked. Syria settled her eyes on me. “In order to make sure there would be a reincarnation of his mate, the master performed a spell using black magic, which is forbidden magic,” Brock gasped and I looked at him unable to hide the shock in his eyes. His whole body tense at the revelation which made me all the more confused. “Black magic has been forbidden for centuries,” he muttered under his breath, his eyes staring into the shadows as if thinking back. Syria nodded her head, gripping onto Brock’s arms.

But after years of repeated pregnancies, my body was weak and fragile. He easily grabbed my neck and slowly crushed my windpipe. He told me that the daughter who had been sent away had already died of illness long ago. Everything went black before my eyes, and I violently coughed up blood and died. After my death, he threw my and my daughter's corpses into the wilderness to be devoured by hungry wolves. He then ceremoniously married Briar, who was five months pregnant. Damien was focused on getting sons to inherit the throne, but I learned that I had awakened the Creator Goddess bloodline after my death, and my daughters would have inherited ancient power to end this apocalypse.

“And when I came to, she was bleeding. I don’t remember how or why.” He exhaled sharply. “Then someone’s binding you, Griff. That’s what black magic does, it binds the will of its target to the caster. It’s controlled through corruption.” I shook my head. “That’s impossible. That kind of spell hasn’t been performed in decades.” He looked away. “Not legally, no.” The silence between us grew heavy. Outside, rain started tapping against the window, slow and deliberate, like a warning. “Who else knows?” I asked.

Their skin was translucent blue, their veins black, and they hovered an inch off the ground, defying gravity. "You bring the Earth's fire to the summit of the world, Shadow Queen," the Grand Ascetic echoed, his voice sounding like cracking glaciers. "But fire dies in the deep cold. Your soul will freeze, and your children will be claimed." The monks raised their hands in unison. The temperature in the courtyard didn't just drop; it plummeted to unnatural, impossible levels. A localized blizzard of dark matter and jagged black ice erupted, swirling around Killian and me. This wasn't weather. It was a domain of Soul-Freeze—magic designed to bypass the body and instantly paralyze the spirit.

Kaelen choked out, pointing a trembling hand forward. ​Through the shifting black fog, I saw it. ​The Black Cathedral. ​Alaric's ancient parchment hadn't done it justice. It was not a building; it was a monstrosity. It loomed against the bleeding crimson sky, a towering, massive structure built entirely of twisted, jagged obsidian and solidified blood magic. It looked like a clawed hand thrusting out of hell to grab the earth. It radiated a wave of necrotic malice that was so heavy it made my stomach churn.

it sneered. Thorne. He stepped from the shadows, tall and robed in darkness. His eyes blazed like twin embers. “You thought you could walk into my home and steal from me?” I placed myself between him and the relic, arms spread. “Your games end here.” “You should’ve stayed by your broken mate’s bedside,” he said, voice curling with disdain. “Now you’ll join him, in silence.” He hurled a wave of black magic at us. I summoned my shield just in time, absorbing the blow, but the force sent me slamming into the wall. Pain burst through my ribs.

Her voice barely audible, more like she was too scared to speak. "What happened?" "She used black magic on you." "Wait?..black what?" I asked, eyes rolling at the mention of that. Black magic was deadly and no one ever consults it without being consumed by it. "I was so scared to tell you. I didn't want my sister to be condemned because I know how serious an offense it is to consult black magic in the werewolf races." Her words stung and it better not be true that Amelia used black magic on me. I moved to the bed, sitting beside Sane Who's face was terrified as she explained how her father had caught Amelia with black magic in the past.

The black mist thickened, forming dozens of jagged dark blades that shot toward Homer from every direction, slicing through the air with a hiss. Homer's expression stayed calm. With a wave of his duster, golden light surged forth, weaving through the air like living chains. Each dark blade it touched dissolved into harmless smoke. "Interesting," Sylas muttered with an amused look. Abandoning his earlier move, he formed hand seals, chanting low and fast. With a violent burst, the talisman's black mist coalesced into a massive, sky-darkening spectral claw. Its shadow alone was enough to fissure the ground where it swept past.

"The second that you are not needed anymore, he is going to slaughter you all without a second thought." The robed man glared at me. "I don't have time for your lectures," he said angrily. "Last chance, turn the witch over to us, now." The other sorcerers lifted their hands as if ready to cast their magic on us. I didn't even give them the chance and sent out a single word through our link. 'Attack.'