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 -
Trying to draw on the magicks of the forest, she found herself truly cut off from it as black magick ensnared her. tendrils of it swirled up out of the ground, gripping her ankles and flowing like oil up her shins, her thighs...
To Court the Fèidh - Chapter Eight -
Through magicks and mundane, have i found locations of both therian and were! you are my chosen – my greatest of hunters, to you go with glory and victory – or may your death be honorable!
Hunters Moon New Moon Rising: Chapter Twelve
She cackles, then launches a torrent of black magicks at ely.
Sometimes Dead Is Better
“yes, kendra, you recognise the magicks now? you think we brought you forth from whatever suffering our true master banished you too with black magicks? oh, yes, the sacrifice was necessary, as was this..."
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 -
As the magicks ravaged his already weakened body, the stag shrieked, convulsed and contorted helplessly. fur crackled and vanished, flesh turned black and dead – yet more did come, then more upon that, and more again.
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!