Vivi Black Mage Novels & Stories

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

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.

He was a failed weapon they experimented from before. In order to activate his black mana, his body must be in an exhausted state! But in good condition where no wounds even a scratch! And in fact, he could not increase his Combat Experience when using this ability. And because Yman had a weak physical body at the moment, he could not handle much longer his black mana and could only use it for a few seconds.

“I’ll lift the spell once Vivian gives birth I promise.” “What have you done to me?!” My screams ripped from my throat as I writhed in agony. Its dark magic was destroying my wolf from the inside. “No, no!! Vanilla bellowed in pain. ‘Olivia, help!’ I could see in my head, her beautiful grey silver fur turning dark, and her claws quickly couldn’t support her anymore. She was bleeding. A guttural howl escaped me; my eyes widened with despair. ‘Vanilla, Vanilla!!’ I reached desperately for her.

“I won’t say that you said anything, I promise.” “Thank you,” Meguitte looked down at Bianca. “I think I know who attacked you in the spell,” she said. “The Van Helsings have their own witches. Logan has three who obey him. Lark, Robyn, and Dove. He would have them looking for me, and I was spell casting at the same time as you, summoning my familiars outside… It is possible that I attracted them to your spell, and I apologize for that. This injury is my causing.”

My hands still tingled slightly, and as I shook out my free one in an attempt to get my powers jump started, Verina stood. Blood dripped down the side of the mage’s neck from a deep gash that stretched from just beneath her ear all the way down to her collar. She attempted to wipe it away with her hand, but it did no good, only smeared the crimson. Brice had gotten a good bite in before she’d thrown him off. I imagined what I was seeing was the aftermath of a mage who was trying to heal herself while keeping her attacker at bay. As she stumbled to her feet, she prepared to toss another ball of energy toward Brice who was lying motionless on the ground near the tree.