Death Eater Sign Novels & Stories

I said to her as I rubbed her back lightly in a bid to comfort her. “No!! you don't understand. That upside-down star symbol on her forehead signifies doom and darkness done with a spell. And that person is siphoning all of Delia's powers right now. If it happens, the person would be stronger.” Madeline said amidst sobs as she held Delia’s palms. “Who could do such a thing?” Khal asked the same question I wanted to ask. “There’s only one person in the pack right now who has more magical powers than we can comprehend,” Madeline said to Khal and I, giving us a knowing look.

Not saying anything for a long time, I tried to mull over what she was stating. Kharon was the Baba-Yaga of our world. Kharon was the ferryman. Except in our world, they were the ones who ferried souls to death. No one knew what Kharon looked like but the aftermath was the identifier. Percision kills, complete knowledge of human anatomy with a surgical level skills. Even my sister said it was a level of percision you saw rarely in medicine. Their signature was finding a coin within the body. The payment for the soul crossing the river. Even I knew the reference. It wasn’t just any coin either. It was a custom solid piece of arsenic that was coated in gold. Their signature…her signature. “Kha

Something that still carries the Church’s coin and the Church’s warrants. He sips his ale slowly, eyes scanning the wall behind the bar where fresh posters have been tacked up. The ink is still damp in places. Raven Winterstar stares back at him from the parchment—child’s face, white hair, sharp blue eyes that seem to follow him even in charcoal and soot. Below the sketch: **NECROMANTRESS. 500 GOLD MARKS. DEAD OR ALIVE.** Garrick sets the tankard down. Wipes foam from his mustache with the back of his hand. He’s seen worse bounties. He’s hunted worse things. But a child who raises the dead… that’s new. That’s interesting.

The same hands that signed Elara Vane into a grave. The blue light of the Blood Ledger pulsed against the grit on the floor. The name on the screen stayed burned into the backs of the eyelids. Elara Vane. Executed. Signature: D. Vane. The man cleaning his pistol three feet away was a walking tombstone.

“No one has, Alpha.” Drayke slid the fragment toward me, its surface etched with symbols that twisted like veins. "Old magic. It precedes us by centuries and it is more symbolic than practical. Like a seal, or a tether for summoning something you don't want loose." I leaned in, the pungent scent of ash still clinging to it. "Blood and ash carving. That's Killian's signature." Axel nodded, but his eyes narrowed. "Consistent, yeah. But the forms are twisted. Not his hand anymore. Someone rewrote the spell."

As I approach, the dull bitter metallic tang of blood hit my nose, sharp and nauseating. A corpse! "What is it?" I demand. Ethan point to the ground. There, lay a body in pool of black blood, etched on the belly of the body, which i recognize as the body of the young warrior I had spoken with last night, is the infamous spiral symbol of: Vengeance! My stomach twist. Derrach isn't just back. He is sending a message. And we are definitely running out of time!

He beckoned me over. I walked to the corpse of the assassin, the one with the poison spear. Drax was holding the rogue's arm up. He had ripped the tattered sleeve away to reveal the forearm. There, branded into the greyish skin, was a tattoo. It was a black circle with a jagged red lightning bolt cutting through it. "I know this mark," Drax said, his voice grim. "It’s the sigil of the Iron Hounds. Malakar’s elite guard from the old wars."

A scythe, etched in blood always found on the corpses of the damned. Her face was never seen. Her name never spoken. Only one thing was known: if you saw the Shadow Siren, you were already dead. Seraphina paused in front of the assignment vault. It hissed open at her biometric scan, revealing a slim black folder marked with the crimson sigil of The Order. A serpent swallowing its tail. The folder was thin and thin files meant powerful targets. Dangerous demons that could slip through the cracks of society. They could kill in silence, and vanish without a trace. She opened it.

I finally found a pattern. Five people were killed. Three wolves and two humans. Their hearts were plunged out. And there was a signature like every other time. They were called a name, and that was all about them in that book. I immediately moved to other books, aggressively gaining knowledge about their activities and their works. The signature… their sigil… the reason for their activities… their purpose… I understood everything. I sunk into the chair, feeling a little defeated, and at the same time, angry. Dacian walked in almost immediately, and I caught a peek of what it looked like outside. It was quite dark.

“Incredible! You are insanely good! Who would have guessed that the Great Elder of the Doom Race is actually a human? You managed to fool all of us!” James flashed him a playful smile. “You flatter me. Well, I know for sure that it’s better for you to work for me rather than for Youri Dalibor.” The Death Demon smiled wryly. James had placed a sigil over the deepest part of his soul. If the Death Demon were to have any intentions of betraying him, James would be able to sense it immediately. ‘Furthermore, he could even wipe my existence for good with just a simple thought. I’ll be gone eternally, and I wonʼt even get a chance to be reborn or reincarnated.’ The Death Demon thought.