Death Eater Sign Novels & Stories

They were victims of the ambition of someone who wanted to rekindle a lost love. When the spell reached its peak, the God of Death swung his hands agilely, drawing magical symbols in the air. The magical chains that bound the lives of the werewolves began to tremble. A blackish light emanated from it, then coiled around their bodies. “Zarathustra edlakus turvoda melus!” he said in a booming voice. The black light seeped into the spirits of the werewolves, sucking the life out of them rapidly.

Yeah everything looks all pristine and innocent during the day, but night time around the packhouse can be pretty fucking terrifying. And I’m the reaper himself. I have fourteen dead flies on my legs. Insects, yes, and definitely not sexy looking. But symbols of the males that tried to take me down and fuckin’ failed. But I know better than anyone, even my wolf… Flyers don’t live forever. We do our part to make this world a better place and try to leave it for those after us to prosper. Doze shakes his head and before he speaks, I already know why he’s pissed.

His eyes were wide with fear, like he’d seen something no man should. I walked closer, and my breath hitched. “Dalen…” I whispered, kneeling. I swallowed hard. “I’m sorry.” I closed his eyes and pulled my cloak off, gently laying it over his body. I should’ve called for help. I should have raised the alarm. But something told me no. Not yet. On the wall above the altar, burned deep into the stone and what looked like blood, was a sigil. A claw that had thirteen lines behind it. The sigil of the Thirteenth Claw.

However, it was enough to make those who were plagued with guilt feel unsettled. I learned later on that Layla's mother was asking around for information and knowledge about spirits and entities. So, I arranged for someone to give her a talisman. The talisman was coated with a special substance. A person would begin hallucinating if they carried the talisman with them over an extended period. I was hoping Layla's mother would have trouble going to sleep because of the talisman's effects. Perhaps the heavens had learned of what happened to Hazel or Layla's mother had committed way too many sins. She actually let slip their secrets during Layla's livestream!

Glancing briefly at the dead bodies of the attackers, the sign of two swords crossed to make an ‘X’ on their clothing stands out. This very sign, I've seen this sign in my nightmares. Who are these people and why do I seem to have nightmares regarding them?

“Show me.” I swallowed hard, my hands trembling as I slowly moved him to the side and showed him the harm. Nathan’s face twisted when his eyes landed on the sigil. “Kaima, I’ve seen this before,” he said, staring at Nicholai. “I don’t know if it was in my studies of the different kinds of werewolves. I’m not sure, but that sigil doesn’t represent anything good. It represents darkness.” My heart dropped to my stomach.

That may likely be one of the reasons why Lana was so fixated with defeating Jade, she felt so inferior to the point that she wanted to prove herself but that led to more damage and eventually death. Jade sighed with her hands on her head “The harbinger of death is one of the ancient taboos. It has its signature half smiling, half crying face that can scare even gods until they wet their pants.” “Now, the harbinger of death is just like vampires, absolutely vile and disdained by the rest of the world.” “The vampires are even better, at least we can excuse them for blood sucking bats, the harbingers of death, never!” “They were known to bring sorrow and desolation to whichever realm they were

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

I scanned the destruction, searching for clues, for any sign of what they planned next. “They took something,” Wolf murmured suddenly, pointing with a shaky hand. I followed his gaze. On a crushed metal panel—half-melted—was a symbol scorched into the surface: A serpent swallowing its own tail. Red. Twisting. Almost glowing. My blood froze. “That’s Saint’s mark.” “No,” Wolf said softly. “It’s older than Saint.” He looked at me, eyes wide, frightened. “It’s a blood-oath sigil. Used only in the highest betrayals.”

“It's as if- you're a harbinger of death.” “A what?” I ask him. “A harbinger of death. You can sense when death looms for someone or when it has claimed them.” He motions to a log, inviting me to sit with him. “Harbingers were deciples of death born long ago. They aided me, sensing when death was approaching for someone. Letting me know where to come find them. You have to think, thousands of people die each second. I needed the help, so I created special helpers with a little bit of help from an extremely powerful coven of ancient witches .”