Slayer Black Magic Novels & Stories

I had my home back. But as I sat there in the silence, I realized something was wrong. My wolf wasn't celebrating. She was whimpering. I reached inside, trying to find the source of her distress. A sharp, burning pain flared in my chest. It wasn't from the fight. It was deeper. It was in my soul. I coughed, and when I pulled my hand away from my mouth, it was covered in black, oily blood. Damon’s final revenge. He hadn't just used gold to buy off the Council. He had used black magic.

But he rose again, stubborn, stupid, eyes glowing with hunger as he charged toward me. I didn’t flinch. With a cry that shook me to the bone, I pulled Laya to my side, wrapping my power around her like a cloak. Then I hurled the black magic at him. The blast struck, and his growl turned into a scream... it was loud, piercing, and terrible. He writhed on the ground, his body seared with shadows that clung like fire. He clawed at himself as though to tear it off, but there was no escape.

a shaky voice spoke up from the back of the room. I turned my head. A very old, frail archivist stepped forward, trembling slightly under my intense gaze. "The Blackwood line has existed for centuries, my King," the old man stammered, clutching a stack of notes to his chest. "Long before the Eastern Kingdom outlawed blood magic, your ancestors fought against it. There are rumors of an ancient text. A grimoire written by the first Northern healers. It contains a specific, highly concentrated ritual designed to sever a parasitic tether by suppressing the host's magic instantly, without harming the victim."

Still, while it didn't show outwardly, he was known for his treachery and was not to be trusted. After all, he bore the curse of lycanthropy from Zeus himself; a punishment meted out when Lycaon killed and served his own son as a meal for the gods. “Lilith, Lycaon,” Paoli greeted the Coven heads and bowed formally once they were situated before the dais. “Paoli, it's been a long time since you came before Us,” Lilith purred, using the plural form to represent the entire entity of the Coven.

They discovered that the Black Beast was a dark entity that thrived on chaos, capable of twisting the minds of Lycans and corrupting their instincts. Page after page, Rey and Lucius absorbed the information, taking note of rituals and countermeasures against dark magic. They learned about ancient artifacts that could potentially weaken the Black Beast's influence and weaken the power of Lycans. In the midst of their research, they stumbled upon a cryptic passage that hinted at a hidden sanctuary, a place where the balance of light and darkness could be restored. It was said to be guarded by powerful enchantments and accessible only to those who possessed true unity and unwavering determinati

Ready to kill. He has shifted, a hulking nightmare of fur and shadow. The wolves nearest him scramble backward without meaning to. "You dare..." His voice comes out half-human, half-something-else entirely, and the fury in it is so complete, so absolute, that it warps the word into something almost unrecognizable. He lunges and thrusts a clawed hand forward, a jagged lance of black magic screaming toward my spine. It’s a killing blow, a strike meant to turn my heart to ash.

The air around her crackled with raw power as she turned back towards the attackers, her fear morphing into a blinding rage. With a scream that seemed to shake the very foundations of the house, Aqua unleashed a torrent of dark magic. The energy exploded from her, a violent wave of force that knocked the witches off their feet. The room was bathed in a sinister glow as the dark magic tore through the intruders, their cries of pain mingling with the howling wind.

his voice taking an even scarier tone as he got up and dark clouds poured out of his hands, floating around him. Dread pooled in Soraya's eyes as she struggled to keep her emotions in check. Black magic, she realized with terror. This was her first time seeing him like this. Alwin was an old wizard who was like a father figure to her. He had taught her everything she knew about witchcraft after he had taken her in when she was lost and wandering decades ago. He had always talked about how the witches and werewolves used to live in harmony. This fueled Soraya's hopes when she learned about the prophecy. He turned to her, letting down the hood of his cloak. Soraya let out a silent gasp as she

Just then, his advisor appeared, his eyes glinting with malicious intent. He raised his hands, dark energy crackling at his fingertips, intending to use black magic to subdue me again. But I was ready. Fisher’s preparations had rendered the magic useless against me.The advisor’s eyes widened in shock as his spells fizzled out, harmless. With a snarl, I leaped forward, my claws slashing through the advisor’s defenses. My powerful jaws clamped down on the advisor’s neck, crushing it with a sickening snap. His lifeless body fell to the ground, his dark magic silenced forever.

​With a definitive, violent twist of her torso, Elara refused the dissolution. ​She drew upon the absolute pitch-black ink she had siphoned from the mountain's roots, the raw, rebellious grease that existed before the High Council ever imposed their rigid layout. The black energy erupted from her skin in a jagged, radial shockwave, the sheer concussive force of the dark magic shattering the gold master-slugs into a shower of harmless, glittering dust that hissed as it fell into the white rivers below.