Death Of Smaug Novels & Stories

I didn't need any more information. It was so low I almost missed it. "You know the rumours that say he's dead?" She continued without getting an answer and I never expected the next string of words that escaped her white lips. " They're lies. He's not dead. Oliver Wulfric Sage, is still very much alive." **************************** Unknown pov

Even with the help of the other two Sword Sages, he still could not resist it. Demon-slain Finger -- scaring all the gods and ghosts by the third finger! Boom! A terrible explosion sounded throughout the sky. The ground cracked, and terrible cracks spread out. Several stone peaks in the distance were crushed, and the three Sword Sages of Baqi Palace died. Half of Jiao Tengfeng's body was embedded within the hillside of a stone peak. His skin was covered in cracks, and his body was indescribably horrible. He was dying. Although he was at death's door, he had a smile on his face. Chu Xun defeated them so quickly. A wrong choice had cost them so many lives. Each of them had cultivated bitterly

Without wasting another second, I sauntered toward the multi-coloured door-looking portal and different thoughts were clouding my mind. I knew the processor said I was the last of the smiths, but my power is silver instead of a rainbow or golden colour. That makes me wonder how much power the previous Smith was welding with. I was still learning how to control my power, and I could leverage such magic. That meant the last Smith would be invisible. Nonetheless, it only leads to the emergence of a new question in my mind. How can the reaper, priests, and black riders, accompanied by their Nazgul, slaughter the Smith with all their might? That probably means these villains were tougher than I t

"But I remember the feeling of your hand in mine. And I would rather die in this life than live in one where I don't know your name." ​"Then you will die together!" Silas roared. ​He waved his hand, and the stained-glass windows of the Great Hall shattered. From the darkness outside, a thousand black-winged Reapers poured in, their mechanical stingers humming with the frequency of death. ​"Back to back?" I asked, stepping up to Julian’s side, my Scythe humming in sync with his sword. ​Julian looked at me, a wolfish, familiar smile touching his lips. The silver marks on his face were fully active now, glowing with a brilliance that blinded the front row of nobles.

I asked. All humor was swept away from Maggie’s face. “No. Mage Jaye had a daughter, but she was killed in a car wreck as a child, before her powers were strong enough for her to save herself. Jaye wasn’t there. It was a terrible tragedy.” I could tell by her expression that she meant it. I wasn’t a stranger to such tragedies myself, though it was odd to think that my dad likely hadn’t died in the same way--a car crash. “I’m sorry to hear that,” I said.

I state smugly. “You were always an arrogant bastard just like Death. You are like him in so many ways.” Mags states, coming closer. She puts the blade to my neck. “Too bad you won’t see your daughter grow up.” “That’s where you’re wrong, Mags. I’ll see her grow up right after I go help Ari kill Sage.” Mags’s face drops. “Yeah, I know she works for you just like Liam and Ghost do as well. I’ve figured out your whole damn underground rebellion. Death is waiting for you. I don’t think you will enjoy the afterlife.” I counter as I pull my war scythe out as shadows grab Mags causing her to drop the dagger. “I hope Death makes your time in the afterlife as hellish as possible,” I say as I drive m

Dimitri states. “But according to what my father told me, all the known silver dragons were killed. Everyone was accounted for. How is that possible?” “Were they,” asks Dimitri. “The eyes are easily deceived especially among chaos. I think a silver dragon with the aid of a warlock or witch faked their death. As to who that is remains a mystery. It could be anyone.” “Please tell me you’re joking. I don’t like your theory.”

The lock had been set to automatically open after three days, but her dark magic had kept me trapped until I died! Terrified, Nina started crying. “I did it because I like you. That’s why I studied dark magic… I never meant to hurt her. Please don’t kill me!” Before she could finish her desperate plea, Ragnar snapped her neck with a single bite. After doing that, Ragnar locked himself in the silver cage and lay in the same place where I died. He did not eat, drink, or speak. He simply injected himself with large amounts of silver. He died inside the cage just like that.

"Your bloodline... they are the cowards. And now you will pay the price for their sins." I knew little of what he spoke about. There was a mage in each story of the Great War. Over the years his account had been changed, but in each one he had gone mad with grief after the death of his mate and killed himself, burying the imperial castle along with himself. The mage from the stories, if they were true, was long dead. But the man before me claiming to be him was way too powerful to have been an imposter. "How are you alive?" I demanded, blocking another blow from his scythe.

« There was an attack of a big demon break in the castle; no one knew about where it came from. The knights managed to kill it, but it was too late, the king was already dead. After approximately two years, the war occurred. We won it, but we were weakened by it, we lost a lot of people. I don’t know what happened after since I died. » « Did you die a normal death? » « No, I was killed by William Ramezinat. He told me about the fact that he planned for your death. When I died, there were a lot of the dark guild mages. » « I see. Then what happened to the whole family? »