Death Eater Novels & Stories

The man stopped with a stifled expression. “Our goal is to destroy anything abnormal, and one of the abnormal things in our world is the Ilgara hybrid.” "You are the group that opposes it." Jongin said understandingly, moving forward: “Does it make sense to you?” He stopped as that man showed his fangs into a sharp, devilish smile. “I am Aleister Black, the exterminator of the Ilgara race, who murdered Prince Gerald and his wife, Lorraine.” His smile widened like a mentally disturbed person.

Kiran said. “Who’s alive? Who are you talking about?” Malachi asked with a frown. “Levi.” Malachi’s mouth opened and closed. “That’s not possible, Kiran. He died just before he turned three. He had leukemia and the hospital cremated him,” Malachi said after he’d processed that one name coming from Kiran’s mouth. “I know I shouldn’t trust Death, but, Dad, what he showed me still has to happen and if I don’t go, he’s going to die,” Kiran said seriously.

"From now on, you are the prime suspect in Chester Paget's murder!" Eleanor said as she leaned on the table with both arms, her sharp gaze drilling into me. "The lab results are out. We found sleeping pills in his bloodstream! Aren't these Diazepams yours? Tell me, why did you murder your husband?" I froze for a moment before abruptly standing, my emotions spiraling out of control as I shouted, "That's impossible! This bottle contains Carbamazepine!

My stomach twisted violently. She advanced one deliberate step while scrutinizing my responses with intense focus. “His death never stood as a mere hit-and-run in my understanding from the start. My brother embodied numerous identities throughout his life except for the trait of carelessness which never defined him. Upon discovering his phone and reading the messages alongside the threats, seeing that tape made everything clear to me. ” My face became devoid of blood. "I knew Alexander was behind it," she continued, her voice growing colder. “But I have no proof. The condition of completion remains unfulfilled. I sought out the individual responsible for creating the entire chaotic situation

I whispered, “the witch I fought… what was she?” Elara’s expression dimmed like a candle snuffed. “That,” she said quietly, “was a priestess of the Hollow Mother.” My wolf recoiled instantly - ears flat, teeth bared. “Who is that?” I rasped. “Death,” Elara replied. “But not the kind that ends. The kind that devours. She is the shadow beneath the Moon.” Her voice dropped lower. “And your family has fought Her followers for generations.” Cold slid through my veins.

He said coldly, “but nevertheless, more souls for me to feed on…” “OVER MY DEAD BODY!” I heard Sienna yell from the bottom of his feet. He frowned in confusion as he got distracted by her, and looking at Sienna, my wife motioned for me to try and flee. “Oh, little wolf, that is something that I look forward to, but I thought that you might have wanted to catch a glimpse of everything before that happened.” He said, and I smirked before letting out a low growl, calling for the hell hounds who I knew would be the one thing to defeat a death eater.

I need human blood or else, I might kill my own. I wasn’t called the Death Eater for no reason. My name, Vladimir Patterson, was famous throughout the continent. Some called me a legend, while others referred to me as a myth. The tale about me singlehandedly slaughtering a thousand werewolf army was still a subject of debate for legitimacy. But who cares? Those who had lived to tell the tale were enough proof that the Death Eater was real.

he murmured, and a burst of red pure vigor unfurled away from Frank like a raging storm. As everyone was left stupefied, the death aura released caused the temperature around them to fall by over a dozen celsius! "T-That's the Death Eater.. The signature move of the Lord of the Southern Woods, which he used to carve a path of carnage into Talnam…" Lothar immediately recognized the technique Frank used. Being an insider himself, he quickly realized who Frank really was. After all, the Death Eater would only be taught to heirs of direct lineage, and no one else.

She snickered, checking him out. “I sure am.” Kriss smirked, checking her out as well. “Alright. So what do you have?” She offered, straightening her back. “Money is of no value. Why not this? Whoever loses does one thing the other one says.” Kriss asked, bringing a silence at their table. Kriss knew his power, all of them combined could never kill him. He was the White Death, the most feared wizard alive. “Haha, Boy, Ya out of yer mind?” She slurred her words, shaking her to sober up.

And what are those things standing around them’ ‘ Alvaro’s gone after him,’ Jake snarled ‘ and those things are death-eaters. That is the name given to the most ardent followers of Torelli. The group consists primarily of wizards and witches who are pure-blood supremacists and who practiced the black magic with the least care, with malevolence, and without regard, neither with reverence or respect to the law of wizardry. They are his primal force and his mark is blazoned on their forehead. That’s what summons them to congregate in such fast manner’ At this, anxiety seized Jesse