Novel & Cerita Slayer Black Magic

“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

"He called me a dark omen and swore he would never step foot inside these gates as long as I sit on the Luna throne." Edward let out a low, dangerous growl, his jaw clenching tight. "Not that weak old fool in the forest," he said firmly. "We have to invite the Black Magic Seer from the high northern crags. He fears no spirit, no curse, and no living soul." I stared at his blind face, a sudden chill running down my spine. A Black Magic Seer was a dangerous entity—someone who dealt strictly with blood sacrifices and deep, forgotten ancient arts.

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."

The figure suddenly stopped. They burst into another clearing-this one even darker, where ancient blackened stones littered the ground like broken tombs. Skylar's heart clenched. This was the place she had seen in her visions. The shrine where the dark magic had been unleashed. Damian raised his sword, but before he could strike, the figure lifted a hand. The air around them thickened instantly-as if unseen hands gripped their limbs, freezing them in place. The figure's voice, low and distorted, echoed across the clearing:

I was right, this was his first experience with black magic. “It's because it's not right, so the magic inside us is fighting against it, revolting. It doesn't want to be here, to be in the same place” “Oh” “Yes, and black magic aims to steal, aims to corrupt, so your magic is constantly fighting against that” Solas looked down at his hands after hearing what I said, and sure enough, the vine–like white lines on his skin began to move. “That must be why these are moving,” he said, examining his hands.