Advent Of The Dark Mage の小説・ストーリー

The surroundings gradually darkened because the moon has changed color, but any darkness is irrelevant to my eyes that can see right through it. I can hear screams everywhere, which almost drew my attention, but they vanished when, from the darkest part of that place, I saw someone standing—no, he was now walking—and in an instant, he was already in front of me, but I didn't have the chance to see his face. The next thing I knew, he had sucked my neck and drunk my blood along with my screams and a tight grip on his ripped arm. "You're all mine. Your blood, your body, your soul. I'll kill everyone who threatens me and my possession. I'll kill whoever try to take you away from me. Now sleep, A

Darkness enveloped the entire area,yet Gavin and Khez's condition remained unchanged as if the darkness had never ended. Khez had no idea that Heark had returned to her after they had split up Heark was just armed with an ax and a flashlight as he approached to the location. The entire place is enveloped in deafening quiet scary and standing feathers. The opponents will attack soon Their expressions are filled with terror since one false action could result in to death. Heark is on his way to his goal he had no idea that he was being followed by the opponents which they also callled 'The Walking Half Man' but it's also known as 'the red eyed dead,'the fact that these are similar to a zombies

Says the way he felt when he entered the room drove his wolf crazy. dark magic I couldn't help but think it could be used to identify mates even before they knew they were fated. It was only Addanc who could perform such. This was indeed a confirmation that Addanc was the mastermind of those papers, with Pete as the associate and Theo as the inside man. But why did Pete result to such evil measures? Even go as far as black mailing his own son?

I hissed, my heart slamming, my brain reeling to Liam’s frame crushed against mine, his grunts in my ear as he took me raw, a brief escape from nightmares like this. “Are they done?” the young healer asked, her pitch rising with misplaced optimism. I barked a dark laugh. “Not even close, girl—they’re revving up.” My voice dripped grim, my focus pinned on the glowing rogues. “Heads up!” Steve hollered over the din. “Dark magic incoming!” But the alert came a hair too slow. A surge of inky force blasted from the rogues, a tide of foul energy that bowled everyone over, rogues and fighters alike tumbling in a mess, the ground shuddering from the blow.

I was glad he asked, because I couldn't even find my voice to speak. "There are light mages and dark mages," Elder Fabian explained, sounding far too calm for the situation. "Light mages give life, warmth, and health. Dark mages... they bring death." I shuddered, a cold chill running down my spine. Thank Goddess I was a light mage. "Your magic broke free of its binds when it sensed you were in mortal danger," Fabian continued. "It recognized the toxin and expelled it from your body to save you. Congratulations, Lady Raven."

It was unfortunate for the dark mage to underestimate his opponent. Suddenly, a figure flashed and appeared not far away from us. It’s the dark mage! Whoa, he survives that attack! Not bad. This dark mage is strong! As expected of someone from a middle realm. “Heh. I admit I underestimated you. However, that’s not enough to kill me! Kekeke!” the dark mage bellowed. However, there was a glint of vigilance in his eyes and looked somber. He glanced at me as though my presence was a threat to him. He was so eager to kill me just now, but he suddenly distanced himself warily.

I breathed, my heart crashing, my mind stumbling back to Jayden's body mashed up against me, his growls in my ear as he screwed me bare, a temporary relief from this kind of horror. "They're finished?" the young healer inquired, her voice lifting on hope, blind. I laughed. "Nah, kid, they're just getting started." My tone was black, my eyes fastened on the shining rogues. "Warning!" David yelled over the chaos. "They're using dark magic!" But he shouted too late. Dark energy blast emanated from the rogues, a wave of dark power that knocked all of them off their feet, rogues and warriors falling to the ground in a heap, the forest trembling from the impact.

he rasped. I felt the air in my lungs turn to frost. I didn't need to see the paper to know who it was. Their reactions could only mean it was him. "It’s Prince Draven, isn't it?" I asked. My voice sounded small and far away. My father slowly nodded his head. It was official. I wasn't marrying the nice prince. I was being handed over to the Dark Prince. The man with white eyes and the man that no woman has ever survived.

Fenrir moved beside me, keeping the remaining enemies at bay while the light continued to radiate outward. One of the dark mages, however, was faster. He lunged at me with a blade infused with black energy, aiming for my side. I barely twisted out of the way, feeling the tip graze my cloak. The pull of the seals flared violently, warning me, warning Fenrir, warning everyone. Marcus shouted again, coordinating the attack. “Do not let them escape! Focus on the leader!” I glanced across the clearing and saw him—the one commanding the dark mages. His cloak shimmered with dark magic, and his eyes glowed with an unnatural light. This was no ordinary enemy. This was someone who knew our strengths,

I’m in his realm now. And he’s waiting. The Dark Mage stands at the center of a broken altar, cloaked in shadows that move when he doesn’t. His face is ashen, angular, and cold. “You failed,” he says flatly. I don’t flinch. I’m too angry to flinch. “I was close. Damn close. I had her right where I wanted—” “You failed,” he says again, louder now. “The twins are alive. The mother is alive. You’re a prisoner. You are a good-for-nothing wolf who talks more than he acts.”