Death Eater Novels & Stories

He shook his head as if to try to physically knock the unwelcome thoughts out of his brain. Gathering his emotions more tightly under control, he squared his shoulders and stood tall, pointing an accusing finger at the dark-haired witch. "You will not destroy me! I am Brandur of Clan Sköll, known as The Destroyer for a reason!" The woman sighed heavily, and he thought he saw her roll her eyes. "Freya help me," Astrid murmured, raising her hands in a supplicating gesture toward the skies. "Once again, Brandur of Clan Sköll, I am not here to harm you. You are far too important for that."

"I'm not—I'm not helping you kill someone—" "You are not killing anyone. You are just setting up a date to help me save more people." Karma spoke in a cold tone. "Do we have a deal or not?" Mia looked at her phone, then at Marcus, and back at Karma. "Deal." She stood up to leave. "Mia." The girl froze, then turned back. Karma smiled, but it didn't reach her eyes. "If you double cross me, I will find you." Mia nodded once slowly.

The other Blood Reapers were naturally wary of the threat, while the leader asked calmly, "Sir, were you the one who decimated hundreds of us, even taking away their bodies?" "Yes," Caleb replied calmly. The leader bowed his head in acknowledgment and asked, "Allow me to apologize for whatever offense my comrades have caused you. May I have the pleasure of your name?" "Death, of the Undertakers." Caleb replied quietly. Confused, the Blood Reapers' leader turned toward his crew, but they all shook their heads too. Still, he bowed his head again. "Well, it's unsurprising that you gathered the bodies as an Undertaker! It will be their honor to have died by your hand!"

he said to me. “I know, I remember that day,” I said to him. “Of course you do, touched by the gods and all,” he said, spreading his arms dramatically. “Is that a hint of more jealousy I detect?” I asked him. “Absolutely not! I am a god myself!” he said and I smiled again. “The god of what exactly?” I asked him. “Well, I am Death, I can take lives as I want,” he said to me dramatically. “Wrong again, the mistake you made was to think I’m exactly like Kiran and Kai, but I’m not. You’re not a god, you’re Hel’s underling, you follow her orders, so I guess that makes you her little bitch,” I said to him.

If it ever did, he would dismiss it as a mere gossip. Marcus continued staring through the windows as the greenery rushed past them, while he turned back inwardly to something that was troubling his soul. His mind told him he had made a mistake. His ego told him that what he did was right. It was not every day that one got to deal with a witch, even if it was a little boy. That wouldn’t have been a problem if he had not nearly choked because the boy, Jason was looking at him. Dean had died soon after. Problem was he didn’t know how powerful the boy was.

He is so happy because he will finally be able to escape this chaotic world and they will be able to fulfill the simple dream of Akira and his as a normal couple. When he arrived at the condo, he immediately took a shower first to be able to clean and to make sure if he hadn't been scratched before. As the water flows through his body you can see the blood of his victims clinging to him gradually flowing into the sink. Azrael’s body is full of scars from his wounds from his previous missions and on his back is a large tattoo— “Deus Mortis” which in Latin means “God of death” is what the organization called him because of the number of impossible missions he has accomplished.

They think the young Mort who will dominate the Underground in the future is the "Perfect One" As a child, Mort has already contributed a lot to the clan, especially in ammo and weaponry. He has also won many battles against the Underground countless times. People considered him a threat and is feared by everyone. He became infamous in the Underground and nicknamed him 'DEATH'. Certain and Quick Death, he never lets his opponents speak before he kills them. He doesn't need to hear any of their pleas or last words. The important thing for him is they die in his hand and won't allow them to cheat death.

When Daeira looked up, her white irises were gone but the animosity behind her innocent smile was there and the hunters knew that the fall of the dark lord will be in the hands of his most treasured human. “And victory shall be ours again,” Daeira said in a monotone voice before the three of them chorused in one patterned speech. “Hail the order. Hail the Nazi. Hail the reptilian. Hail the fall of the dark lord. Hail for the dark lord's death.” And Daeira smirked darkly and eyed Esee and Csal, “Hail for his death.”

The one person I dread talking to. Shadows come around me, and within seconds, I’m in his realm in his throne room. The hooded figure sits on his throne made from bones. Death’s silver-gray eyes glow under the black hood. He’s in a full black robe with jagged sleeves. The room is all black stone, lit by fire on the walls in torches. Shadows swirl around. I’ve seen his true form before, but I’d rather not stare into the face of Death as he’s a scary fucker. Death holds his silver and black scythe in his right hand. A Howler pup sits near his throne as he loves his hellhounds. The coven calls them Howlers. Cerberus is his fucking favorite. I’m still not happy that fucker came after Ari. The as

After all, now that they had passed on in peace, they wouldn’t end up turning into evil spirits… Either way, now that they were gone, Gerald drew the Astrabyss Sword before starting to mutter some odd incantations… The spell Gerald was chanting was known as Soul Eater, and casting it enabled him to completely exterminate villainous spirits. As Gerald had earlier said, any spirits caught within the punishing spell wouldn’t be able to be reincarnated… While Gerald rarely used the spell, he knew he had to use it on the dead Soul Hunters. After all, they deserved this punishment, and Gerald wasn’t about to let them die in peace and escape judgment.