Vivi Black Mage 소설 & 이야기

She picked it up, read the message, and smiled coldly. “So the Lycan thinks he can save her,” she murmured to the darkness. “How touching. Let’s see how he handles what I send next.” She moved to her altar, where thirteen black candles burned. Blood stained the stone surface—fresh blood, still warm. Vivian began to chant in an ancient language, her voice rising and falling in terrible rhythm. The candles flared brighter. The blood began to move, forming symbols that glowed with dark purple light. “I call upon the shadows,” Vivian intoned. “I summon the darkness. Send forth my hunters. Find the Royal Wolf. Break her. Break him. Leave nothing but ashes and grief.”

Well, at least I finally got something I can do as a mage, right? Water splintered like glistening crystals as I turned and followed the rhythm with precision. I closed my eyes as I continued on my track, there was another smooth splash. Once again, I turned and leaped a little, then faced the audience and opened my eyes. I thought I'd see my expectants watching me in awe. But to my surprise, my line of vision was directed to a pair of unfamiliar pitch black eyes, the darkest shade of black I've ever seen in my whole life.

Viktor had to act fast while Theodria was still stunned from the impact of his initial assault. Viktor, the dark magician, cast a spell using as fuel the negative energy that he had absorbed along with his own inner mana, combining both energies to use black magic, to use Necromancy. "[Reanimate the dead]" Hot, sticky blood gushed out of Viktor's nose as the dark power gathering behind his eyes shot out with a second spell. The bitter taste of black bile filled her mouth and she doubled over at the waist in excruciating searing pains. But his suffering didn't matter because the spell had worked.

He pauses, gaze narrowing. “And yet he interfered,” the Black Mage mutters, bitterness dripping from his voice. “The White Wizard. He couldn’t save the girl, but he stole the bloodline from my grasp—smuggled it into shadow. Preserved it. Watered it like a weed, hoping it would bloom again.” He raises both hands now, dark magic crackling between his fingers. “Well, let it bloom. Let them try. I will burn it root and stem this time.” The cursed circle beneath his feet pulses with rising heat.

"Looks can be deceiving." "So can reputations. We'll see if yours is earned. Or fabricated." Through my Eclipse senses, I felt her power. She was strong. Skilled. Dangerous. But also insecure. Threatened. Afraid. She saw me as competition. As a threat to her status. Her reputation. "I'm Vivian," she said. "Leader of the Shadow Sisters. We specialize in dark magic. Forbidden techniques. Power most wolves fear to touch." "Dark magic is dangerous. Corruptive. Unpredictable."

the woman replied with a humming sound. Levy then gulped and asked the guardian, “ Are you really certain that my blood is superior to yours maybe you are making a mistake?” “ That cannot be so, the magic which the black mage used last night is a long-forgotten magic of transferring half the soul of a person into that of a voodoo doll, that magic had been sealed by the guardians because if left unattended in the hands of the dark witches, they will certainly create chaos without restraints. For him to perform that magic, it only means that he had the blood of a guardian witch, if not —— a strand of hair or nail would have done the deed, there was no need for him to work so hard to get your b

and there was a supernatural aura that hung around her, answering my question that told me she wasn't a Human. "You're a... Witch?" "Yes." She nodded. "Vivian Black, I'm the head witch and founder of the Mirror Sisters Coven." And then I remembered who she was. Vivian Black, she was a famed witch amongst the supernatural creatures. One of the original Witches, and therefore one of the most powerful, but she's a difficult woman to come in contact with so to get to her you would have to go through many members of her coven. But her statement only left more questions to form in my head.

Surrounded by a black aura and flipping pages on its own, the book glowed ominously. She descended the ladder and approached it. As soon as she touched it, the book dropped, its dark magic vanishing. She knelt, examining the old black book, its scent and pages ancient. As she flipped through, she saw the list of vampire Supremes before the race split into two. Then she turned the page and saw the symbol of the black vampires. Her heart raced when she saw the image of the Thirteenth Prince of the blacks—Prince Zumir. Born on December 10, 1481, Zumir possessed powers unlike any blue-blooded vampire. His eyes were pitch-black and terrifying; his face alone could instill fear.

PROLOGUE The chaos was just starting to worsen. The SODAIR kingdom, led by the Human King, King Gaber was getting endless challenges from the Viper King, King Morton from BESHADONNA kingdom. These two kings have been fighting a battle that their forefathers fought. Trying to survive, no one dared to negotiate since it only meant surrender. The viper kingdom is known to take humans captive to their territory. They are so cunning and clever, with the use of their belladonna flowers, they tend to take humans astray, promising Utopia but then giving them endless pain and suffering from slavery.