Death Eater Novels & Stories

He said while wearing a devilish smirk in his face. "I am Kael Black. The right hand of the Dark Queen, the person who. Will. Kill. You." He introduces himself as if he is proud that he is Black, and no one can beat him. "Well then Kael, nice to f*****g meet you" I said with a smile I pushed Ate to the side and made an Air shield to protect her then raised my hand and shouted, "DEATH ENCHANTS!" When the light disappeared from my body, I turned my sword and positioned myself to attack. "I'm Death." As soon as I said that, I immediately rushed at him and he obviously didn't expect that because he was stunned so I took advantage of that and swung my sword at his stomach so he came back to reali

Punch is who I am and who I’ll always be. “So if it’s all right with my Alpha, I guess I need to add a third Blood Card. Hugo Casillas. For the crimes of shooting Kent “Chunk” Larson, aiding and abetting if not outright killing your own brother just to set me up… Making babies you had no intention of raising, and generally being a shit example of what a shifter should be, I hereby sentence you to death. Oh and Reeve uh… Whatever your name is, I can’t even imagine how many people you’ve killed so, you’re just fucked. You’re on our territory which makes me your judge, jury and executioner,” I say, shrugging as Doze laughs.

"Go ahead, he's right there." Aria's eyes followed my gesture, and she erupted, her eyes bulging with fury. "Noelle, that's a hearse! It's meant for the dead. How could you put my son in there? "Have you no humanity? After all the kindness my son showed you!" Feigning confusion, I met Aria's gaze. "Mom, what are you talking about? Hearses are for the dead, and isn't your son, well, dead? I don't see the issue."

Layla's fans sang her praises, saying that she was kind, beautiful, and the best sister in the world. It was raining on the day they cremated my remains. Layla carried the urn containing my ashes and pretended to shed a few tears. I moved toward her. Then, I tried to punch and kick Layla to try and get her hands off me. It was so revolting. Everything about this world sickened me. I dropped to the ground after having exhausted myself. Then, I watched as they put me inside a small box. The words, "Our dearest daughter, Hazel Larson", could be seen on the rectangular tombstone. How ironic.

Pay attention to the guests' movements. "Danny, I think they're up to something. Just look at the woman's face, which is the leader." Albert whispered. The black witch was at the very front with her long curly hair. Bellatrix Jane. "You know her?" Albert asked again. "Bellatrix, one of the famous poison gatherers of the black witch nation. She can kill people even with just one drop of her poison." Danny's wolf growled as Bellatrix approached the wall and touched it with her fingertips.

Citizens fled the streets in fear when she walked the stones, many others bowed. Her only competitor was a new assassin, Dynamere Raenaleous. Her kill level was climbing fast, and she was the only member who took work faster than Rhae; most say she never sleeps. Dynamere wore full black leather, with bands covering her limbs, holding dangerous weapons. Dynamere specialised in poisons, particularly taking a liking to a famous violet poison that paralyses anyone who touches the liquid. Most of her kills were done by poisoning the kegs of liquor in the taverns that were handed off to the guilds. The next day guild houses would be littered with bodies.

"Hmm… Mr. Dante!" I said and felt delighted to see him. "I heard the news that you were able to survive a quest that was ranked S-tier, I still can’t believe it, although you've changed a lot that I almost didn't recognize you. I was kinda embarrassed at his statement since Mr. Dante was the vice-commander of Deathly Hallows, a famous group composed mostly of A-tier challengers. He tried to recruit me once as a runner during their raid, only that the commander opposed it so it didn't actually happen.

I say, then turn and walk away from him just as the sun starts to rise. The stench of a vampire’s burning flesh never gets easier to stomach, and I expect the screaming to follow soon after. But as I said, these Devil’s Void vamps are a different breed altogether; they don’t even scream when their entire bodies burst into flames. When you spend your entire life killing monsters, you become just as cold and unfeeling as them. Another blade to the heart means nothing, even if it is a woman or a child. That’s what I’ve been raised to believe, and I have to live up to it—Katherine Décès, hunter and Death’s Temple heiress; the deadliest hunter guild, Death’s Temple.

I told you about the seven types of magic. Of them all, death mages are the least popular. They're also called necromancers. Why? Say thanks to the Bright Saint and his followers. They needed an enemy, didn't they? Their parishioners needed to be scared and repulsed. And what's more disgusting than the undead? Or ghouls?

She can be an actress or a model judging by her looks. I wonder about this woman, and also the name Fate Weaver, and just about a hundred other questions. But the thought of speaking to this sovereign of darkness, the reaper of souls, is enough to zip the mouth of even the most loquacious person. “Try not to fall on your face, you maggoty meat,” Death hisses with pure vehemence. “I hate your kind that stammer even inside your heads.”