Novel & Cerita The Death Mage Who Doesn't Want A Fourth Time

“Isn’t he a mage too?” “A mage who has over-lived his expiry date,” Merida deadpanned. “If you don’t, then he’ll rise again after a thousand years, and if he does find a suitable vessel, he’ll expect us all to bow before him. I’ve raised this coven from scratch, and I don’t want to compete with some age-old mage who suddenly thinks he’s God.”

I stare at the brunette without understanding. “Well, first of all, there are too many of them. And while I’m dealing with one, there’s a decent chance another might reach us. I can’t defeat them all at once,” the mage explains, studying my face. “Second, killing them would release an enormous amount of free mountain energy and force. I can’t absorb that much, and it could be destructive for everything alive nearby—including you. Third, I simply don’t kill living or magical creatures without extremely dire necessity.” “And right now isn’t that dire necessity?” I breathe, unable to tear my gaze away from his lips, which curl into a mocking smirk.

I take only a few steps, and my heart tells me that I must say a word, but when I turn back—There is no girl seated on the balcony. All that is left is the wind. I know then, I have seen the death of A Mage Wolf. Despite everything I know of her, my heart is distraught." **** I close the book. And I stare into the darkness. A mage wolf. I open my hands and they shake as I stare at them. Is that what I am?

"I’ve died three times. Do you think that was easy for me? "Every time I restarted, I also held onto the thought that maybe this time would be different. I walked the same path again without hesitation. But over and over, it all ended the same way. Do you understand what that feels like? "By the third time, I was already ready to give up. I really wanted to just die and be done with it. Why did I have to come back again? "Sloane, I actually admire you. Standing at the beginning, knowing the ending is certain death, then reaching the end and looking back… Don’t you feel despair? No matter how hard you try, nothing changes."

"The damage from containing her entity should have kept you unconscious for days." "Should have. Would have. Could have." Drake stalked forward, his presence radiating lethal intent. "But you forgot something crucial, Marcus. I have died and returned more times than you can count. Pain is just information now. Death is just a transition. And you—" his smile turned savage, "—you are just a dead man who has not stopped breathing yet." Marcus's dark magic flared defensively. "Brave words from a rogue playing at being important. You are nothing but—"

"Unfortunately, being a creation of a lesser God made Raguel not immune to defeat. He met his match when he encountered the dangerous werewolf tyrant, Crustblood the Terrible, a descendant of Argo who was also a powerful wizard. Crustblood's wolf, Draven, was a strong and cunning creature. During the battle, Draven deceived Raguel, by pretending he had lost and was lying helpless on the ground. As Raguel approached him, Draven used forbidden magic and devoured the lesser deity. This act instantly endowed Draven with immense power and a desire for independence, establishing his own will. He trapped his human in the depths of his mind and consumed his soul as well. "Draven transformed into a l

“Your father is nowhere to be found, and our numbers are dwindling, with four fronts holding against the dead that rises to fight us again, the sky army has defeated all siege engines, but has proven to not be much use for ground assaults without general Marcia leading them, I had to call a favour to have a few Bohl warriors to join the fronts to push them back a little, what are your orders?” ‘Great, so we are pretty much f**ked right now,’ Rex sighed to himself, stroking his chin absentmindedly, making Ley smile, looking at his companions for ideas, he looked from Minet to Lacey, to Lizz, stopping at Sküülen, who was eyeing her enemy with fierce eyes, seemingly eager to re-join the fight,

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.”

Not a single one of them looked in my direction. I expected them to be angry, to seek revenge, but if they wanted to kill me for ending Verina, they didn’t act like it. I was still trying to figure out how all of this worked. Just as the police and the coroner had showed up when Grandma died, they did this time, too, but there was no talk of arrest, no mention of the law or any of the things a person would expect when someone kills someone else. Instead, it was all taken care of in hushed tones, and then Sam mentioned to me that we could expect a council member to show up soon because a mage had killed another mage, and that was the way of it. A mage had killed another mage.

Most of them fell during the raid of Azabrahs. But, fear of death is not more powerful than the death itself. Or is it? Death is the only constant that has surrounded us since the beginning of time. Then, does that mean that I can face and defeat Azabrahs? For I am the one who is dead, an unliving creature who can hardly die. Who could be better than me to suffocate the fear of death than me? Who is more invited to defeat Azabrahs than myself? The unliving soul with necromancy, the power of death etched within my core. Because, at the end of the day, necromancy is grounded on the summoning of the death magic. The one who lost his soul. The one who lost the love of his life, the one who can m