Death Mage Fourth Time Novels & Stories

I was finally seeing him far from the passionate lover I had come to get used to, I was seeing him not as Damon, my mate, but Damon, the Alpha of the Dark Moon pack who had set Mother and me on fire without any feeling of compassion. “This is the final warning to you! The vampires living here and the sorceress.” His voice was colder this time, filled with stinging hate and venom. “I promise there would be no mercy for either of you, your torturous deaths shall be that which will give me all of the pleasure I desire in life!” And my blood ran cold because not only was I a sorceress, I was a vampire too.

She raised her arms, and her voice cut through the silence like glass: “Korrvak nesh taloum… grahnak velmuirch. Os’hallonn. Drevuuk.” The air answered her. The shadows of the forest shivered. Spirits and echoes, long bound to nothing and everything, moved in perfect synchronicity, weaving between the trees, the stones, and the mist. The circle shimmered violet. The earth beneath their feet cracked, small fractures spreading like veins. From deep behind the veil of the spirit world, a scream echoed—not loud, but old and hungry, brushing against the edges of the mortal realm. A fourth presence stirred in the smoke. Only a whisper of it, a ripple of pressure across the skin. One of them, only t

Icardi's voice came as he cast these powerful spells, and Rene closed his eyes, feeling pain all over her body, but she bit her lip, muffled moaning so that her Mate 's anger would not be aroused further. who didn't take his eyes off her yet, but closed his eyes in pain too when he felt as if someone was hitting every part of his body rough. “What the hell is going on?” he whispered, his eyes turning darker and the flash between black and bloody colors increasing. "I'm going to kill you, I'm going to kill you, I'm going to kill you," he shouted in a loud voice, meaning in the first two words that he would kill the magician, but in the end.. he looked at his Mate and said it very hateful and

“The stronger the wolf, the more mates they can sustain bonds with. Four mates means you’re much more powerful than anyone knows.” Despite the indignation that coursed through me—having a fourth mate felt like a curse, not a blessing—part of me was curious about what this mysterious fourth mate might be like. Was he another cocky asshole like Lucas? Another brooding jerk like Rowan? Or something else entirely? But mostly, I just hoped I never ran into him. Three mates were already more trouble than I knew what to do with. “Can we continue training?” I asked. “I want to get stronger so I can figure out how to deal with the Elders.”

“What do you mean? Who is watching?” “Agatha,” her mother interjected, her expression turning grave. “The High Priestess Agatha. She has been alive for over a thousand years, fueled by dark magic and a thirst for power. She senses your potential and will come for you. You must be cautious.” “But I want to fight back!” Aqua exclaimed, desperation threading through her words. “I don’t want to hide anymore. I need to know how to harness my powers.”

The other had eyes like still water. Eventually, the younger man stormed off. The other turned toward me. "Human," he said. "How are you?" I swallowed hard. "Who are you? Where am I?" "The underworld. The land of the dead." "Am I in hell?" He didn’t answer right away. "You’re not going anywhere. You ended your life before your time," he said. "Then why am I still here?" "Because of me," he replied. "You were meant to vanish, but I intervened. I’m giving you a second chance. You’ll return to the human world as a soul reaper."

I run as fast as I can and I hear her chanting. “Maledictum… dolor… passio” And the door suddenly bangs like thunder and I could not hear her voice anymore. I don’t know what I just saw but one thing is for sure it scares me. I looked around to check for the two men who were chasing me but they were gone. So I keep on walking to find a way out but every time I walk I feel so hot and sweating. I feel like my skin is burning too and the smell of the sulfur is getting stronger, same with the voices that I can hear; It's getting louder. I saw an open door that I needed to pass so I went inside and checked for the other door. Hoping that this is the way out. I walked slowly again because I could

"Alpha, continue! We want to see the killer!" The wolves below roared like a tsunami. They waved their torches high, sparks flying onto the platform. Damien raised his hand coldly. He nodded to the soul mage. "Increase the soul vision intensity. I want to see the memories from that night at Black Pine Forest." The soul mage gritted his teeth and pushed the energy lever forward. The metal needles suddenly pierced three inches deeper. They reached straight to the core of my soul.

"She's using the corrupted wolves' blood to fuel a summoning ritual. Aveline, we need to go RIGHT NOW—" But it was already too late. The blood caught on fire and something started coming out from them—black flames… shot up into the sky, forming a wrong visual that made my skin crawl. And suddenly something started climbing out of it. But it wasn’t Morgana. It was something else. Something bigger. Older. Wronger. Outrageously Horrifying. A figure formed in the flames, it looked tall, masculine, with eyes that burned red and a smile that promised violence. Death.

“It’s… something else. Humanoid, but wrong.” Damien’s voice was a growl. “The runes are holding, but they’re straining. We need to reinforce them.” Althea began chanting, her voice weaving ancient words, while Damien sliced his palm, letting blood drip onto the central rune in the foyer. The wards surged, forcing the figure to retreat, its snarl fading into the forest. But as it vanished, Aurora caught a glimpse of its face—familiar yet impossible, a twisted echo of someone she couldn’t place, stirring a buried memory from her lost past.