Death Mage Fourth Time Novels & Stories

"If we don't know which one it was, I'll just kill all of them then." "You can do that?" Holly whispered. Dagon smirked. "I'm one of the Four Horsemen as well, I can be just as deadly at my brother." "Are you War?" Holly asked. If he was as strong as Death he had to be an important one. "No," Dagon frowned. "War is an odd one. If Death has found you, War is not too far away. But I won't let them near you. Just trust me." "No," Holly replied. "I barely know you. For all I know, you could just be trying to trick me."

I growled. I think that I didn't tell them that, I can only cast the spell of immortality just four times before all my Armies explode and evaporate. The first hour is almost elapsing and we've not done anything. Even if it's just for them to make way for me so that I can capture the blue wolf's heart, I'm satisfied. That's all I came for. Once I have that, I have it all. Then I looked at Omar "Shouldn't you mind link your inner man to open the gates to the tunnels that lead to the pack house?" I glared at him.

The lifeless body fell at the feet of the other sorcerer, who stared in wide-eyed terror, paralyzed with fear. “Damn you! Kill him!” the sorcerer’s voice trembled as he began chanting a spell and hurled it toward us. My heart raced. I ran instinctively, trying to get away, but a wolf leaped in front of me. I turned desperately. Daimon was in the middle of the massacre. His claws tore through flesh, limbs were ripped off without mercy, and blood stained the snow. There was a gleam in his eyes—a sick pleasure in the destruction. Screams and the clash of claws echoed all around.

But Amelia, Drake, and Fenrir stood strong, a united front against the menace that threatened their world. As the creature lunged, Amelia unleashed the ancient spell. The chamber erupted with blinding light, consuming everything in its path. The air crackled, and time seemed to freeze for a fleeting moment. When the light finally faded, the chamber stood shrouded in an eerie silence. The creature that had once exuded power and darkness now lay motionless on the ground, defeated at last. Amelia, Drake, and Fenrir exchanged glances, a mix of relief and disbelief filling their eyes.

After some minutes of restless thinking, I finally came to a decision. My heart was heavy, but I knew what I had to do. I stood, smoothed down my clothes, and forced my legs to carry me through the endless corridors of Damon’s mansion. The place was so massive that I still wasn’t used to finding my way around, and it didn’t help that my nerves were practically eating me alive. After a few wrong turns, I finally located his home study. Before I even had the chance to knock, his voice came from inside, calm and commanding, as though he had sensed me lingering outside.

Vida and two other witches were behind us, using their magic to clear the way and open doors. As we went down, we faced more resistance. In a tight tunnel, three dark witches attacked us, using their magic to block our way. I fought back with a mix of magic, while Daxon quickly took down one attacker. Mathias tackled another, holding them against the wall with his strength. "Keep moving," I urged them forward. Level four was a massive underground chamber filled with equipment and storage containers. Exactly fifty-three containers of completed serum lined the walls in perfect rows. Exactly as my father had reported.

"My poor baby." "How long has this been going on?" Mara asked. "This is the fourth time that demon came for my child," Rachel asnwered truthfully. "The first time he did, he was just a faint smoke and barely visible. He came back even stronger than before," She added. Mara sighed and then closed her eyes. She wants to wake up in the present already. She has to help as she is a hundred percent aware that the gates of hell has opened. She's still in the past when she opened her eyes though. She then sat on the bed and then looked straight into Rachel's eyes.

“You don’t know what you’ve done! I was the gatekeeper. Kill me, and the real monster awakens.” I stepped closer, my body shaking from the raw energy coursing through me. “Then we’ll face it. Together.” The final rune sealed itself over his heart. With one last flash of searing white light, the creature was ripped apart—not killed, but dispersed, his essence sucked back into the void he crawled from. The chamber fell into silence, the kind that vibrated with aftermath. We stood in the ruins of our own ascension, the altar cracked, the pool still. I collapsed to my knees, gasping. Damien reached me instantly, his hands cupping my face. “You’re hurt—”

With every bit of strength he had left in him, he kept saying the spell, even though his voice was getting weaker with each word he spoke. "Dekekrankem delenfoouud." "Please," he cried out, his sight becoming fuzzy. "Please, just let her be safe." Everything around him started to spin like a dizzying ride, and he felt his consciousness beginning to break apart. But he fought to stay focused, determined not to let go until he knew his baby daughter was out of danger. Finally, with one last push, he whispered the final part of the incantation. In a bright flash of light, the baby vanished, leaving Draven all alone in the temple. He fell to the floor, his body shaking as blood continued to flow

Well, at least I finally got something I can do as a mage, right? Water splintered like glistening crystals as I turned and followed the rhythm with precision. I closed my eyes as I continued on my track, there was another smooth splash. Once again, I turned and leaped a little, then faced the audience and opened my eyes. I thought I'd see my expectants watching me in awe. But to my surprise, my line of vision was directed to a pair of unfamiliar pitch black eyes, the darkest shade of black I've ever seen in my whole life.