Novel & Cerita Natsu Death Magic Fanfiction

Jessica disappeared in front of my eyes and I followed her into the next realm. Malachi was wrapped around her and both their shoulders shook. “I told you never to leave me.” “What am I going to do with you, Jess?” Malachi asked her. “You don’t leave me alone! I don’t care if some plane crashes or whatever. I told you, I can’t live without you,” Jessica said. “How the hell did you perform death magic on yourself?” I asked her, and they both turned to look at me. “Superstar’s not the only one with tricks up his sleeve,” Jessica said.

I could hear Death laughing from somewhere as he watched us and I had to fight to keep everyone behind that barrier. I opened my eyes and I concentrated all the magic that I had left into one final assault on her. I knew that if this didn’t work, she would win and I would have failed. The flames left me with another strong force and her eyes widened slightly as she realized my plan. “Slíta háls,” she screamed, the sound hurting my ears as her magic went around mine and it pushed into us at the same time. My eyes widened as I felt the force of her magic hit me and I saw her staggering backwards as mine hit her. I felt it as my head turned and the vertebrae in my neck snapped and darkness over

I watched as realization filled her eyes. "Natalie," she gasped as I struggled to my feet. "But you died and witches don't reincarnate!" "Well this witch just did!" I snapped calling to my magic running through her veins. She winced as the magic floated through the air before settling in my body. She collapsed on the ground as the ancestors started stripping her magic. While the Magi had great power the ancestors still had the beat to all spell. Once her power was stripped the other Magi vanished quickly including Ronald. I had hoped with Rory's magic gone he would revert to normal.

Archillus stared at Emily. "You say that to every female soul I reap," Death said. "No, I don't!" Archillus denied. "Yes you do! You're always being interested with female souls." Death emphasizes the word "interested". "I'm just trying to show my enormous love." Archillus deepens his voice a little, trying to sound sexy. "Just look at that soul you are currently reaping, Isn't she someone you want to be with twenty four seven?" He pointed at Emily. "No. I want us to part ways as soon as possible. I can't grow attached towards her," Death replied.

He propped her body up on the altar, studying the wounds that riddled her body. “She's decapitated, Samael. How could you even think of saving her?” He bellowed with laughter. “Necromancy, of course. I'm Death. You think I couldn't revive her?” Samael placed her head atop her neck. “This is nothing.” I gaped. “You're crazy as an elephant down a mine shaft.”

“A woman cannot rule Crestwood. It’s a betrayal to our bloodline! I'm supposed to be Alpha…no one but me” “And yet, here I stand.” She pushed against him, forcing him back a step. “The Moon Pendant chose me. The crown chose me. You will never take what was never yours.” “Hand it over now and I'll let everyone go” he said. Selene knew Darius would not let his enemies live even if he wins. “Never!” She voiced. Darius’s grin turned dark. “Then I shall carve it from your corpse!” With a roar, he charged at her, his blade slipping through her defenses. Pain erupted in her chest, as the sword pierced it's way in.

It might’ve been pretty if I wasn’t fighting for my life. And I nearly won. Nate cried out and fell to the floor on his side, gasping for air, his hands flailing reflexively as he tried to seize back control of his magic and of mine. I was so sure I had him, and I got greedy; the thought of taking something of his with me, of strengthening myself at his expense after what he’d put me through, was more than I could resist. I pulled harder, tearing at the core of his magic, stripping him bare.

The lead sorcerer stumbled back against the palace doors, his black eyes wide with an absolute, terrifying despair as he coughed up a splash of dark blood from the sheer psychological feedback of his shattered spell. Natalia looked up at the palace terrace, a cold, calculated smile touching her lips—a look that made the remaining Eastern forces drop their weapons in total surrender. "The inner rings of your capital are gone," Natalia’s layered, royal voice echoed through the bloody courtyard, carrying an absolute clarity that made the very foundations of the central mountain peak vibrate. "Your Crimson Guard is dead, and your magic is nothing more than ash. Tell Emperor Malakai to open his t

Natalie's P.O.V. I could hear Her melodic voice on repeat, telling me to let go. She wanted me to lose control, control I had tried so hard to maintain. But she had been right. I had lost control. I had let my emotions rule my magic, and now thousands were dead. It didn't bother me that they were. They needed to die to save the lives of my people. I would do it again in a heartbeat if I needed to.

"Celeste, don't make this harder." "Not making anything harder. Finally doing what's right." Something cold and mean crept into his eyes. "Think this changes anything? Think throwing your life away fixes this mess?" "Not throwing it away," she said steady as hell. "Taking it back." Darius shook his head like she was crazy. "Magic still needs blood. If not hers then yours. Someone's gotta die." Celeste turned to me and her eyes had this calm look like she already decided and made peace with it.