Natsu Death Magic Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Beatrice said, so Nate suddenly shooked and disagreed. "It's normal to talk to death people," Nate said, smiling at Beatrice. "I used to do that when my pet died." He added, which made Beatrice smile. "I am just wondering how similar you are with her," Nate said, so Beatrice suddenly got something in her pocket.

It looked as though she had expected the figure to answer to her when she needed him. Aiden knew what was happening and he said, “That is no other person than her rage. She is really going to make that sacrifice and to do that, she can’t get blood on her hands, so she summoned her inner self, the one they all knew. That is the death warrior.” Soon, the ground beneath them rumbled, and a fissure opened in the distance, black smoke and glowing embers spewing from its depths. The sky darkened further, the clouds swirling faster, as if the earth and sky were converging on this one moment.

"This place... It's saturated with grievance. Someone died badly." "Stop acting!" Dad barked, trying to wave him off. The necromancer had already fallen into a trance, his eyes turning white. When he spoke, it wasn't his voice at all. "Dad... Why... I'm your daughter..." Everyone froze, because it was my voice. "It hurts... It burns... The silver is boiling my blood... Dad, please, help me..." He dropped to his knees and clawed at his throat like he was being strangled. "Please let me out... I'm dying..."

I had been crushing on Alpha Silas since we were pups. When he was attacked by a Rogue's dark magic and his wolf went feral from heat, I didn't hesitate to offer my body as the cure for him. We spent the entire night tangled together. It seemed only natural that I would become his Luna. But on the day of our mating ceremony, Silas's soulmate Sloane was so heartbroken that she fled the pack—only to be captured and killed by Rogues. After the ceremony, the pack finally found her body, and Silas stared at her corpse in dead silence. I thought we would grow closer over time, that he would eventually fall for me. But on the day I went into labor, he ruthlessly and unilaterally snapped our mate b

I guided my magic, thinking of the darkest worst magic, I didn't know any spell strong enough to hurt him, but my dark thoughts were enough, the alpha turned to me with a growl, feeling the magic hitting him. but that wasn't enough for me, he ran toward me but then fell down on the ground two steps in front of me, all I could think of was death, I wanted him dead, I could imagine my grip going around his heart and squeezing, I squeezed so hard his heart exploded. I saw the alpha fall down on the ground, dead, just like Luna, that should've been enough, but it wasn't he wasn't the only one who had hurt her, he wasn't the only cause that my second mother was dead.

' I wanted to ask her, but I couldn't after becoming tongueless for all the lies I'd told. "But you always had a deadly flaw, Natasha... You weren't born with any kind of magic power, but I was! And as you already know, sis, magic in our world is like the air you breathe so you can live. It's beyond necessary. The ones who don't have it will never grow in life and will die like good-for-nothing. And that's your case here, darling. Having such a pitiful death as being executed in public. It's a disgrace that you're my sister, the daughter of the late-late Grand Duke Nicholai."

I had no answers for Malachi. I felt dizzy, nauseous and for a split-second fear had a tight grip on me. “When you use death magic it drains your life force, like I said earlier, stupid, stupid, stupid. You’re not even completely healed from the shooting and you go and jump into the marina!” Jessica said annoyed. “I don’t feel so good,” I said to Malachi.

He gives me a thumbs-up and wanders away. Callista's tiny voice comes through sobs, "Sorry..." "You don't have to be," I stroke her back with an arm, "But what happened?" She raised her head off my shoulder slightly and sniffled. "They aren't sure if they can cure me." I feel as if a bucket of cold water had been upturned over my head. "Why so?" "The magic they used came from corpses," She mumbles, her arms tightening around me. I flinch. "And it's called death magic. A Chamber of Despair is always powered by death magic, and when they use human corpses for it, the results are almost always impossible to reverse."

Is it some kind of telepathy? "We ancient witches have the ability to sense a witch's magic, know who and what spell she is performing, and Natalie saw the massacre of the Orion Coven, she was expelled from there, she wants to thank you." A blonde girl, short and slender, looks at my brother with her blue eyes, “They are cruel, they took away my magic, and now, thanks to you, I have it back.” I understood that if a witch dies, the spells she made in life are nullified, undone, and lose their magic.

"I'm sorry. For everything. Tell the pack I'm sorry." "You can tell them yourself. Just hold on. The healers will be here soon." But we both knew that was a lie. She was too far gone. "Luna," she whispered. "You were never the problem. I was. I was jealous and weak and I let Vivian use that. But you're strong. You'll be a great Luna. The best." Her eyes closed. Her breathing stopped. Tessy was gone. I sat there, covered in blood, watching the creature that had been Vivian dissolve into ash. The death magic consuming everything it had touched.