Vivi Black Mage の小説・ストーリー

Once we are both inside, I press the button to shut the door. Musu takes a deep breath and looks around my private library. She spends a lot of time here, but she clearly doesn't understand why I pulled her in right now. “What is Mavri Magea?” I ask her, trying to remember I have no problem with her. “Uh, Greek. It can be dark magic or black magic,” she nods confidently. “You’re sure?” I ask hesitantly. “Yes, Alpha. One hundred percent,” she confirms. I sigh and rub my hands over my face, “Give me a moment, Musu. I need to have an argument with my wolf.”

Kema's team was already there. The scene was one of ruthless coordination. A female mage with a scar across her right eye stood at the forefront, her hands glowing green as thick vines snaked up from the earth to entangle a snarling werewolf—from its yellow eyes and bloodstained fur, it was likely the same werewolf that had fled at the sound of Kema's voice. The beast thrashed wildly, its claws swiping at the air, but the vines held firm. The mage's face was taut with concentration, sweat dripping from her brow as her glowing hands trembled. Another mage moved swiftly, his fists encased in icy blades. With controlled movements, he struck at the rogue, forcing it to stagger back and weakening

Siva saw the determination in his eyes so she did not say anything but agree. "Let's go." Siva invited him to go. Dominus looked at the others first and when he saw them nodding his head at him, he followed Siva. He was worried about what happened to Ivory, he knows the place very well. He felt useless when he did not even manage to get her out of that Black Dimension. Siva already explained to them that the ones who use black magic can also be a gate opener for Black Dimension, and anyone who opens the gate will be in control.

Her eyes narrowed, and something shifted in the air around her. “This isn’t just a curse,” she said. “This is Valtora. Magic that should’ve died with the witches who created it.” Frank stepped back, uneasy. Even Philip looked shaken. Melissa raised her chin. “But I’ve studied things even the High Circle feared to touch. I’ve stood in circles that cracked the ground beneath me. I’ve broken spells carved in blood, bound in bone.” The torches lining the walls flickered violently, reacting to her power. “I am not a hedge witch. I am not a healer. I am Melissa of the Black Flame,” she said, voice ringing through the room. “One of the most powerful witches to walk this earth.”

Clive asked, his eyes searching mine, concern etched into his features. I swallowed hard, my throat dry as I tried to find the courage to speak. Clive already knew about my visions, but what I was about to say was something I had kept hidden even from him. “I’ve been thinking,” I began hesitantly, “about meeting with a black witch who specializes in dark magic. I need a solution to my vision problems, Clive.” Clive’s eyes widened in shock, and his grip on me tightened. He had known about my struggles, but the idea of delving into dark magic had never been discussed. His voice quivered with a mix of fear and frustration.

The chaos was nightmarish, each passing second fraught with the peril of being our last. Just when it seemed that Yolanda would be overwhelmed by the combined assault of Maria and the other magicians, she suddenly began chanting a complex and ancient incantation with a thunderous voice. In an instant, a swirling black smoke spread rapidly from beneath her feet, as if being drawn into an endless abyss. As the smoke expanded, Yolanda's power surged dramatically, becoming so immense it was almost suffocating. She was no longer merely on the defensive but matched Maria and the other magicians in strength. Her laughter was piercing, and the black energy around her danced menacingly, as if it soug

She kisses her fingers then taps them on my face and scurries away. Vivian, Lamia's mother, was always a strange one. It had always been hinted that she was part alchemist, that she had some hidden witch blood. The other knights would always laugh about her hot coco potions. She had the ability to make you talk; and get things off your mind by drinking her special brew. Of course, Vivian always waved it off with a chuckle. I don’t know though, maybe there was some truth behind it and maybe she didn’t know. Or maybe she did.

I won't let you defile what remains," Miyal growled at the wind, his own voice a mere whisper, but within it there was the power of a thousand prayers, a thousand sacrifices. He could sense the blackness flowing into his blood again, the dark magic that had been his friend so many years ago now pulsing like life within him. He had to master it, had to push it beneath him for long enough to end Vosvak's madness. The Citadel what was left of it rose in the distance, half-shattered, its proud walls now crumbling to dust. And in the distance, Miyal could feel Vosvak. The monster. The man who had been his best friend, his closest ally, had long since gone down in the waves of darkness, leaving be

But because his mate was a black magician who decided to remain in the Paltiti Kingdom and served the newly crowned King. Even though they did not share visions in many ways, the couple had a wonderful happy life for almost fifteen years. Until five years ago, when King Edgar Brownfur gave a strict order for every black magician in his kingdom to increase their power limit to the extent. One of the easiest methods was to absorb all the raw mana from omega who had not signed in to any magical discipline. But of course, the donor and recipient mana must be compatible; otherwise, the procedure would surely fail. The only compatible donor for his wife at that time was her five years old son. And

When the twins died, she lost it and turned to the only source so she could bring them back— dark magic. It was too late when he realized what she had begun, but once it was obvious that the black magic wouldn’t bring them back, it all went to hell. Vilkas did not only lose his children but his mate as well all in one instant. Instead of beginning a grief process for them, he had to watch as black magic drained her life and consumed her to the point of pushing her true self and coming out into someone she was not.