The Dark Magician Transmigrates After 66666 Years Novels & Stories

“I already told you I hate it when you interrupt me.” The first crack on the floor happened right in between Diana and the warlocks. “W-What’s happening?” “Is this another trick of a dark witch?” “She’s not a witch! She’s a hybrid!” The crack started to slither as it grow longer and bigger. “Wrong. Dark magic is not my thing.” Her eyes gleamed with crimson embers of anger and anguish. “It’s time manipulation.” Boom! Before the remaining warlocks could conjure the last of their magic to break free from the spell, the two nearest pillars smashed them into a pile of meat paste and bones. Blood immediately flooded the floor.

Neon said, glancing at Sarah. Sensing Sarah's confusion, she went ahead to explain, "Those chains are oozing with dark magic. Dark magic makes witches powerless to an extent. If it remains close to a witch's body for a period of 5 years, that witch is likely to die, but Hezell has been bound in three places for 19 years and he's still alive. Hell, he's hale and hearty and must've built up enough resentment against his captors. Once they take off that chain, he'd go on a killing spree."

And he was standing in it, but this particular one had swallowed many magicians that had come to cast such a powerful spell. Something convinced Luku that he will do the casting of spells successfully, and still be himself. At midnight he began the ritual that should go on, before the spell is casted, and when he was done with the ritual, he Began to cast the spell, he had counted twenty years backward, and was supposed to go back in time, for twenty years, he assumed it will be enough to get to meet himself before, he became a beast. He thought the only thing he needed was a glance into the past. When he had finished casting the spell, millions insects of different species, began to cover

“The power of time, the eternal cycle of day and night, The power of the darkness and the will of evils, In my will it shall stop, for seconds it shall stop, And the executors shall drop like the sun to the west.” I chanted repeatedly until darkness covered the sky, the only light was my wand. The red light was released from my wand to the sky at my fifth chant. I felt the branch we were riding was fast falling and the red light enveloped the whole forest was my last sight. The highest level of time manipulation, a dark magic only royal of witches could cast. The few months of hiatus had weakened her power. The risk of performing the dark magic was unimaginable. She used all of her magic to

Turning to Ora she added, “You stay back and make sure nobody gets up from their place…. After about two hours, they will be too numb to move anyway. So, you can cast a spell to keep them in their place and return.” “Understood, Grand Magus,” she replied with a deep bow, her face completely blank. It was difficult to say what was going on in her mind. “You can still set them free you know,” I spoke up a few minutes after the grand magus had left. “I know you are not as cruel as you are portraying yourself. Otherwise, you wouldn’t have switched Evaan with someone else.” “Stop deluding yourself, Sandy. All the children present here are going to die today.” She stepped closer to me and cast a s

"And without regular contact with me, without the empathic connection stabilizing him, the curse will consume him completely by the next full moon." "That's four weeks away," Sage says quietly. "Twenty-eight days for Kael to lose himself piece by piece." The timeline settles over the room like a weight. Four weeks. Less than a month to figure this out before Kael is gone forever. "We need to know who we're dealing with," Mira says from her corner. She arrived sometime during the chaos, drawn by the supernatural disturbance. "Soul transfer into a dead body is extremely rare magic. Difficult. Dangerous. The kind of thing only someone desperate would attempt."

“No, there has to be a way. There’s always a way to—” “There isn’t,” Maximus stated flatly. “I made sure of that. I spent seven years planning this. Seven years researching every possible spell, every possible loophole. I made absolutely certain that once the ritual was complete, it couldn’t be reversed.” I felt like the ground had disappeared beneath my feet. I knew Maximus well enough. He wasn’t lying. Iris was gone. “You’re lying,” I murmured desperately. “You’re just saying that to—” “I’m not lying and you know this,” Maximus interrupted. “Ask any witch you want. They’ll tell you the same thing. A spirit transfer of this magnitude can’t be undone without killing the host body.”

He asks me, his eyes dancing and eager to go ahead to his friends. "Because you are not fully recovered. I used dark magic to awaken you. Dark sorcery is a crime in the entirety of Wolfville. Give me nine days to clear every trace of dark magic in your soul. Then, I shall return you back to your friends." He stares at me doubtingly and I maintain my stern countenance. "I promise."

“I’ll make a deal. Turn back time.” “There’s a great price you’ll have to sacrifice. You killed her and broke her curse. Then I’ll curse you…“ the dark mage explained. “Once everything turns back to the past, you’ll never remember anything. You’ll be the villain, and she’ll still be the villainess. You won’t get to change your fate.” He gritted his teeth, still determined. “Then I’ll risk it. Let’s see if I can’t. But I have a condition, dark mage. Give her a book as a guide.”

He asked them and instantly replied. "I am a magician, a dark magician." A cycle is to be completed, the presence of a dark warlock will merge all pantheons and breed war. This is the prophecy, the prophecy spoken off the lips of the being of Secrecy. (CHECK THE FIRST CHAPTER FOR THIS QUOTE)