Slayer Black Magic Novels & Stories

“I’ll offer you a deal. If you cooperate, we can discuss the future of your country.” Cole frowned. Augus’s sudden shift in demeanor was baffling, and I remembered what Sylvia had said about black magic, about the blood sacrifices that black wizards used to compete for the throne—how it made their bodies deteriorate and become fragile, and about the ironic end of that power. A junior wizard had killed the others with a simple knife, Sylvia had said that.

“You want me to stop? No! To you traitorous humans; I am your Daymare and your Nightmare. I am the Punishment of both God and Devil. If you all hadn't committed this great sin, I would not have brought this punishment unto you. I am... BLACK HEART”

“This is someone’s work. Someone used dark magic on Darius to make him lose control. The magic was definitely cast on the day of the Blood Moon because dark forces are strong on that day.” “How can you be so sure about it?” Ray asked. “Look at the side of his neck. Here…” he pointed, making sure to not touch Darius’s body. I squinted my eyes. “I can’t see anything.” I said. Scar chuckled, “Wait.” His eyes glowed, and he used his hand to create a small red globe. The light of the globe fell on Darius’s neck. I gasped when I saw a symbol glowing there. “You see this? This is the sign that there was black magic used. Whenever someone casts a curse on another person using black magic, the power

“It was part of my research on shifter myths and legends. I didn’t think much of it at the time, but...” Her voice trailed off as she opened a specific book, her fingers skimming over the pages. “Here,” she said, pointing to an entry halfway through. Ren leaned over her shoulder, his warmth grounding her. The passage was short but chilling: “The Black Fog, born of forbidden rituals, consumes all life it touches. It lingers where the veil between realms is thin, feeding on death and despair to grow stronger. Only the blood of the awakened can dispel its hold.” “The blood of the awakened?” Ren murmured, his jaw tightening.

The runes ignited, threads of light weaving up her arms and into the Mark. The air thickened. The ground trembled. And from the shadows at the edge of the room, something stirred — not an Echo, but something worse. Figures began to form — twisted silhouettes of men and beasts, remnants of those the Black Moon had touched. They moved like smoke and screamed like memory. Zevran’s blade flashed. “Here we go again.” He fought without hesitation, cutting through shadows that reformed as fast as he struck them. Each one that fell fed the light around Kaelira’s spell, fueling her strength.

His arrows were unbending because of the crazy experiment that Yman did. There's one type of slime which is unaffected by magic. Because whenever you shoot magic on it, it's body becomes tougher and harder. Luckily this type of slime is not hostile to humans. And they were tameable too with a Taming Skill. But most magicians choose not to tame these kinds of monsters. Because they were too weak, they had low attack. But Yman has a crazy idea to experiment using these slimes urine. He soaked the arrows for about a week, until every fiber of its wood that was made from Demon Woods was able to absorb the liquid.

"It’s the work of sorcery and black magic. I’m afraid there’s nothing more we can do here. You’ll need a healer—someone who understands the magic that’s causing this." Sorcery? Black magic? This couldn’t be happening.

It wasn’t just physical, though it shredded my body with each breath I took; it was deeper than that. The magic slithered through me like it had a life of its own, curling around my bones, sinking into my blood. My body, strong as it is, wasn’t enough. My strength was nothing against this... infection. It didn’t just hurt—it tore at my mind, making every thought feel like a battle. My skin burned, my muscles locked, but worse was the cold underneath it all. It was as if the magic was trying to freeze me from the inside out, creeping like frost under the surface, stealing the warmth from my soul. That is what black magic is, that is what its effect is like and why it is meant to kill one.

I turn back around and I scowled then said, "Are you actually giving them guns right now?" Zack looked annoying at me and said, "Valerie is basically your age and she needs this to defend herself." "She has black magic," I reminded him. "Isn't that powerful enough?" "And dangerous," Sarah added and moves closer to talk to Valerie. "I knew someone who used black magic and the more you use it the worse you'll be. You may feel fine right now but later, in the long run, you'll start feeling symptoms like vomiting and loss of hair and that is only the beginning. So I urge you not to keep using Black Magic."