Smaug Death Novels & Stories

I’m not sure I want to know why you’re laughing. “After thoroughly researching everything with Lady Monica’s assistance in the lower Mage Study, the last great Mage that was recorded to have Death magic lived over three hundred years ago in the Southern Province.” I flinched at his words. Oh no. Quickly, I looked down at the ground as he spoke. That’s why he gave me the jewel...

I walked over to him, and his eyes widened in sheer horror. “Please...” he whispered. “John Smith, the former Beta of the Royal Crest Pack, I hereby sentence you to death on account of treason.” As I lifted my sword to end his life, the doctor mind-linked me. “Lauren just passed,” he told me. “Okay,” I said and ended the mind-link. Returning my gaze to John Smith, I informed him, “Your daughter just died. Enjoy your reunion in hell!” Not giving him a chance to process the grief, I swung my sword, decapitating him, and his head rolled into the spelt circle.

Sage glared at me as she suggested. "I am afraid that lady Sunder is beyond helping," Argos said as he watched from a distance. He still had a very pissed off expression on his face. I knew that he was right but I did not want anyone dying because of me. I wanted today to at least be death free. A deranged choking sound escaped Sunder's throat as she burned slowly from within. The smell of her burning guts was familiar. It had a distinct odor. It was the same compound that I had perceived from the young werewolf who had committed suicide when he saw that he was no match for Sage.

Sage mustered the last of her courage and stood up from the lying positon; she moved towards her daughter gingerly. “Don’t worry, when you leave here with my necklace after my death. I have cast a spell that would set my remains on fire. Keep my bracelet to yourself; it’s my own little gift and a reminder that you can go far.” Sage whispered and Maika fought the tears threatening to spill. Sage picked up the dagger from Maika's hand and with a steady hand, plunged it into her own chest. Maika screamed as she watched her mother fall to the ground with a thud, her lifeless body lying there.

Questioned Megan trying to gain more knowledge. “Yeah. That’s when I took Sage’s powers away and hide them. Just like your family hides their magic in the cross of yours.” Said David nodding toward Thomas. Sage was in information overload, and she just wanted to get out of there, but she had one more question for him or more of a statement. “News flash. She is dead.” “Sage, I wish it was that easy. She is not dead.” David said coolly. “Do what?” Asked Sage as she narrowed her eyes.

The fate of General Samoa was that of death. His end was to have been at this juncture, scattered in the dust to join the bones of the many he had confined to the land of the dead; yet death did not come. No, it did come, but someone held on to it and stopped it from progressing any further. Death screamed for him, but this person screeched back, extending nothing but an arm to stop the sickle of death.

It was a light designed to burn away the darkness, regardless of whether the person carrying that darkness survived the fire. I was still pinned against the cold stone of the catacombs, my body trembling in the aftermath of a passion that had turned into a death trap. The black smoke of the King of Sorrows was still curled in my lungs, tasting like soot and old blood. My heart felt like it was being squeezed by a frost-covered hand, struggling to beat against the crushing weight of the entity now occupying my husband’s skin.

While I was transporting the sculpture away, I felt extremely agitated looking at the snapped finger. Before receiving the DNA analysis report, I still had hopes that this person might not be Hazel. Even animals would not harm their young. No matter how cruel the Larsons could be, they would not possibly do such a thing. Yet, I had underestimated a person's greed. When Layla's mother took out the suicide note in the police station, I was close to crumbling and falling apart at that point. I knew what I was looking at was forged, and I knew that Hazel had died in their hands. Yet, there was nothing I could do.

Within minutes they are all dead. We proceed, defeating the odd Minotaur and Harpy until five death worms surround us and lunge out from the ground. Sir Hugo runs up behind one and lunges into the air, wielding his sword. He lands below the neck of the Death Worm, where his sword rips through the soft, slimy skin of the Death Worm with ease. As I’m about to cast the fire spell on the next, Sir Hugo dashes by slicing it open, then to the next and the next until they are all dead. He wipes the blood and slime from his sword onto his leg and then looks up at us all, who are speechless at how quickly and easily he has killed them.

When she came to her senses, she found that Salem had stopped struggling and was rolling his eyes. When she subconsciously loosened her grip, Salem immediately collapsed and fell onto the floor. He no longer moved, he was very, very dead. He had passed away. Sahara's mind went completely blank as she stared blankly at Salem's dead body. She actually choked Salem to death. When the effects of the stimulant had subsided, Sahara felt a chill running down her spine, only then did she realize that she had brought serious trouble upon herself.