The Wizard's chamber
#1 of black magick and opium: dying the dream part one of a series of short stories i've been meaning to write for quite some time now. the wizard sat upon his throne, the air still think with opium smoke.
Reflections on Suicide : The Screams of Sorrow and Death
Drunk off of black magick, the darkness swallows me completely. i am lost among shadows and illusions of shadows in a world of hatred and fear.
To Court the Fèidh - Chapter Nine -
Without warning, he threw out his hands and the black magick swirled like a net and wrapped itself around her. it seared her fur and flesh with its evil – yet there was nothing she could do to counter it.
To Court the Fèidh - Chapter Eight -
To Court the Fèidh Chapter Eight © Cederwyn Whitefurr 6th October, 2021 All Rights Reserved. Fianna squeezed her eyes closed, fearing the millisecond of agony that would come as her life was taken...only it did not. _Stay your hand child!_ Come a...
Hunters Moon New Moon Rising: Chapter Twelve
She cackles, then launches a torrent of black magicks at ely.
Sometimes Dead Is Better
No, it shall not return to the darkness from whence a true practitioner of black magicks shall summon you forth!" “please – i'll do anything, _anything_!"
Judas
"looking for some black magicks to delve in? or some scrolls to summon an esper with?" the tray stood up on its own, hopping on to the wooden floor and skipping to the trio of stools, each hop spilling a little more of the liquid each time.
To Court the Fèidh - Chapter Twelve -
Caught off guard, alexander suddenly screamed as black magicks were flung at him, causing him to drop the sword and collapse to his knees. “i know not what a fèidh is...” a voice behind him snarled. “i know a beast when i see one and...”
To Court the Fèidh - Chapter Thirteen -
“you think your black magicks will save you? do you even understand that which you claim to wield?” come the threatening voice that made the arch-magi recoil again, the very voice thrumming with power and menace. “_you dare_...”
To Court the Fèidh - Chapter Eleven -
His ears pinning back, his muzzle dripping blood, alexander snarled like a predatory beast and thrust his bloodied paws out – a sickening miasma of black magicks swirling forth and snuffing out the torches one after another. “what was that..."
To Court the Fèidh - Chapter Ten -
Bursting through the thicket without thought or care, driven by his fear he stopped at the edge of the burned, defiled grass and forced himself to shield against the sickening waves of black magicks that still lingered.
Nature's Pact - Chapter Two - Finale
As she struggled to her feet, she took a tentative step away, before he shrieked as his black magicks flashed out and snared her in its grip. “no!" screamed the stag, as he ran to willow's side. “willow is innocent!