The Dark Magician Transmigrates After 66666 Years Novels & Stories

I said, and he went quiet, then gave a light sigh. From the look on his face, I already knew it was probably going to be impossible, but still I wanted to hear his reply. "I'm sorry. That… it might not be possible. It won't be." He said, and I raised my brows. "Why?" "It's tapping into dark magic. It's like taking a step into it. The things I would need to do to find her are considered dark, and if there's one thing about dark magic, it's the fact that you can never return. Once you step in, you can't step out. It consumes you, calls for you, and before you know what's going on, you rely on it to solve your every problem, and it corrupts your soul.

He said again as he looked at Megan for reassurance to continue. “We four form the elemental across the world and we call forth one David Blackwater to fill this room.” They chanted the 900-year-old spell that would help bring back her father for the answer they needed. Everyone watched as a mist began to fill the room. The flames of the candles began to grow, and when they reached a certain height, David appeared in front of them. Megan was exhausted after the spell. “What the hell?” Megan was pissed, and David could see that and even before she could speak he held up his hand.

she said, “It’s a kind of black magic. Something has been for/bidden by our ancestors hundreds of years ago. It’s impossible for us to identify who did it or stop it. Sorry, we couldn’t be more helpful. But I do know it must be stopped before all the Alphas die. When our mysterious magician gets all the Alphas’ power, who knows what will happen?” Elena’s heart sunk to the bottom. She stuck her fingernails into her palm to stop showing her disappointment. “Any idea how long it will take,” she asked, “for that magician to take all their lives?” The Red Witch shook her head. “It really depends on how strong the Alpha is,” she said, “But if I were you, I would try to make it stop within 24 hours

He knew the path from the book: a narrow goat trail leading to a hidden cave overlooking the battlefield. He found it—a dark fissure in the cliffside, pulsing with a malevolent energy. Inside, on a crude stone altar, sat the artifact: a black cube of obsidian, veined with crimson light that throbbed like a diseased heart. He could hear the distant sounds of battle—the grunts of men, the sizzle of Keith’s fire magic, the unearthly shrieks of disintegrating ghouls. It wouldn't take them long. He had to move.

So, Jeffrey had greedily thought that trapping Katherine here for a lifetime might not be so bad. That was why Jeffrey gave that string of glass beads to Cecily. Once they belonged to Cecily, Kat would no longer want something tainted by her, would she? "Magus, is there still a way back?" Jeffrey asked. The magus made a slow calculation in his mind and said, "The cycle turns once every eight years and only on the night of the full moon. For the next passage to open, you must wait another eight years." Eight years. A full eight years.

And asking him about magic was similar to having his pride stripped off. “ The guardian told me that the dark mages were the ones who trapped me seven years ago, sending me to the prison…where they used various means to collect my blood,” she told Carla and though the latter did not offer any words of sympathy, Levy did see the slight softness in the eyes of the older witch upon hearing her words.

FLASHBACK Jane stopped for coffee. Coffee. It was then Demetria realized Jane didn't comprehend the severity of the situation. Jane had only lived in the supernatural world for a short time, and they were able to defeat the bad guys. This time it wouldn't be that easy. Dark magic was different from the magic Demetria was born with. It had no limits. No boundaries. You want to bring someone back to life. Sure. Now hand over your life for it. You didn't get something with dark magic without taking something away. It was the balance of the universe, and Jane was getting…coffee.

Currently, he was a level 25 magician or having a 25% breakthrough on his limiter. Not only the magician becomes stronger whenever they breakthrough. Their lifespan also would increase. And their aging becomes slower. There were even some rumors that a magician who leveled up beyond level 50 would be having a reverse aging. Where their visage would start to look younger and younger, the change in appearance would stop when you achieve your prime appearances. Mostly at the age when you're at 18 - 30 years old. But this was just an unproven rumor since no one had been reported yet that there was someone who achieved such a level of above 50.

Morgana shrieked as the dome enclosed her, trapping her inside a prison of her own making. "What's happening?" I gasped, watching the witch pound against the invisible walls of her cage. "A willing sacrifice," Elena said through her tears, looking up at us. "In dark magic, when someone willingly gives their life to break a spell, the spell's power turns against its caster. Marcus knew. He knew what would happen." Morgana's face was twisted with rage and disbelief. "You can't do this!" she screamed at Marcus's corpse. "I spent three hundred years planning this! THREE HUNDRED YEARS!"

I narrowed my eyes at him, skeptical. "Once teleportation is locked, there's no way in or out," I countered, recalling the ancient rules. Kai's face hardened, his voice dropping to a growl. "Xavier, I am the King of Dark. No mere lockdown can stop me." A palpable concern weighed on me, knowing the unpredictable nature of the dark magic. If Kai used this power to override the teleportation lock, there was a real possibility that these powers might overwhelm him in return. I channeled my light magic to mitigate this, creating a radiant barrier around him. Feeling the sudden influx, Kai turned to me with a questioning look.