The Dark Magician Transmigrates After 66666 Years Novels & Stories

“We were in Lechia… uh… Poland, I think it’s called now. We were trying to cut a deal with a powerful dark witch. She double crossed us. I got hit with a nasty spell that made me ill. We were trying to get away, but human hunters were scared of the giant wolves in the woods and mortally wound me. The only way to save my human spirit was to bring me here. Iokaste and I have more control over time in this place than we do on Earth. It gave her more time to heal me, but when I tried to go back to Earth, the old hag’s spell took effect again. It was magic that even Iokaste couldn’t reverse, so she brought me back.” “Mortally wounded, as in the end of your spirit’s journey?” I pay closer attentio

The man before me looks so young, he shouldn't be more than thirty. "Yes he is. This man over here is over 500hundred years." My aunt replied. I coughed uncontrollably, hitting my chest for the cough to stop. I stared at my supposedly uncle with so much concentration... how is he over 500 hundred years. How is that possible? "It is possible if he used dark magic." My aunt state eyeing him. "Seriously Maria you have to stop spilling all my secrets out to her. And yes Anastasia, I am over 500hundred years and yes I did drink an immortality spell."

A loving family in the countryside, going to school, a birthday party, meeting a man at the town fair, getting married, being pregnant, a baby, war, then being born again, hunger, long days at the field, the demos, blood, waking up in a hospital, therapy, pain, loneliness, the sea, losing my breath… the pain… the sorrow… darkness… “Relax, easy there.” Her voice brings me back and I find myself lying on the floor, Jane was still holding my hand. “I am sorry, it was too much. You passed out for a few seconds.” “I am sorry I doubted you.” “It’s okay. I didn’t expect you to believe me, that is why I prepared this spell. I am still not sure about many things that I keep investigating, like how ti

The world was a kaleidoscope of pain and green fire. Emily lay on the cold obsidian slab of the ritual circle, her back arching as another contraction tore through her. But the pain of labor was distant, muffled by the suffocating weight of Damon’s dark magic. He stood over her, his hands woven into the ley lines of the Spire, drawing power from the void to fuel the Soul Transference. "Stop fighting it, Emily," Damon hissed, his voice layering over the wind. "The boy is ready. I can feel him reaching for me."

The crowd stirred slightly, whispers of disbelief running through the group, but Magnus pressed on. "Thana, the queen of darkness, is behind this," he continued, his voice growing firmer with every word. "She used her dark magic to transport us to this time—exactly twelve years into the future. As you can see, everything has changed. The world we once knew is gone, and it’s all because of our greatest enemy."

We attempted to shield ourselves, but the force of her magic was too strong, sending us sprawling backwards. She was not just deflecting our attacks, she was dominating us, her magic overpowering ours with an ease that was terrifying. Despite our numbers, we were losing this battle. The scene unfolding before me was nothing short of terrifying. Elara, with her dark magic, had us all restrained. I could only watch in horror as Dante was dragged screaming by an invisible force towards the pentagram carved into the floor at the base of the altar.

The lights flickered on and off and the room went dark for a few seconds while the air swirled around them; only to go eerily still when it was completed. “Ah, ‘tis done,” Ebenezer said with satisfaction. “This shall work for a time, but ultimately, ye must either kill that evil son of mine or convince him to leave ye be or they will be upon ye as soon as the spell wears off.” “The spell Agatha protected me with lasted three hundred years,” Kira said thoughtfully. “’Twas a white spell for a white witch,” Ebenezer explained. "Dark spells have difficulty sticking with a white witch for too long, but ‘twill suffice for a while.”

I refused to let the overgrown flying lion intimidate me. "Tell me," he responded. He sat on his haunches, and the earth beneath him shook. Abernathy blinked, waiting with interest. Or perhaps boredom. I focused on his long black lashes. "Sharra is growing more and more ambitious for power. I fear if she succeeds in her plans, the world as we know it will be lost. Only those she deems worthy will retain the magic, and six of the seven magics will be destroyed." I paused, unable to meet his gaze, and took a secret breath.

“You got it right.” “So, you're saying that if only I could master the art of black magic, I'll be able to defeat you both.” “It could be possible, but then you'll have to practice for at least 10 years. You think you can wait until then year's to master the art of dark magic when your life is on the line now?” “Dark magic, dark magic! Is that all you rely on. And what makes you think you can really get rid of me with this dark magic? Have you forgotten that I'm not like you Witches?”

He bowed and groveled once more as he said excitedly, “Thank you for giving me this opportunity, Mr. Wade! I... I’ve finally broken through to the Dark Realm!” Charlie smiled slightly and said seriously, “The Dark Realm is just a new beginning. The road ahead will be even more difficult and farther than the decades you’ve gone through before. If you can step into the Great Perfection Realm of the Dark Realm before you’re hundred years old, it will no longer be a luxury for you to live to a hundred and forty or a hundred and fifty years old. Your lifespan could even be extended by another thirty or fifty years.”