The Death Mage Who Doesn't Want A Fourth Time Novels & Stories

She couldn't believe Alpha Jones would say something like that. "They only want me. I'm very sure. I was with them few minutes ago until you pulled me out. They are just here to complete what we were doing in the other plane" the Mage asserted. He shut his eyes and turned his back at the dead. "They just want to suck my blood" he nodded. One of the decayed men reached for the Mage. Alpha Jones moved at him swiftly and cut him down. "One down, fourteen to go" he heaved a sigh of relief. "And for those asking, that is how you kill a dead body" he boasted.

Considering that he had already offended me twice, I am not merciful enough to let someone like him go. With his hands bound and his future predetermined, the senior mage could only sigh. He cut me off just as I was about to say something, saying, "Don't bother talking with me. I am willing to die, but I will not betray my own people. I am not a shameful magician like him. Don't squander your words, young man." The mage had eyes of clarity. I nodded gently. Despite the red tower's prejudice against commoners, this was a legitimate mage, and it wasn't a lie that it was a perfect area for mage education.

“It says the covenant renewal spell needs the king’s blood directly from his heart, but the covenant-breaking spell needs both the blood of the king from his heart and… and the dark bender's blood, also from his heart.” “That's crazy, that is totally insane. We are both going to die!” Their furious stomps echoed throughout the forest, sounding like a huge landslide. Their shrieks shook leaves off their branches and their feet dug out the solid underneath them as they ran. Further south a blaring yell of a battle horn sounded. The three turned their attention towards the sound and saw the army of undead knights trampling over the miniature hill, from afar they looked like dolls, but their tor

"I have watched over the Necromancers a long time. And this war against the Witches has gone on long enough. When you were brought into this world, I not only saw that you possessed the Reinhardt Talent, but also, that you would have a power like no other Reinhardt that has come before you. I went to the Great Ones and pleaded to them. I begged them to grant me a form in your world so I might guide you in putting an end to the senseless killing." Staring at him, I felt my hands shake. End the war between the Necromancers and Witches? "But, they killed my birth parents," I said. The anger burned slow, raising in me something I didn't recognize. "They've killed thousands of Necromancers across

He was expecting to end the Mage after she had taken care of Dom and his dragon, but she took the step too early. Y was angry, but the lack of a dose of his immortality potion along with no resources to get anymore in the future was more infuriating. He was watching the world he had sacrificed his whole life to build start tumbling in front of his very eyes. His list of people to extract revenge upon, increasing.

She couldn't help but ask. "I'll tell you. We possess people for our own benefits. Staying in the underworld for more than an amount of time makes us... should I say powerless? Possession of humans to do evil of every kind is like a charge which increases our powers to levels that are unimaginable. The massacre, the bombings, the war. They are all our doings." He let out a smile again, "I did... unimaginable amount of killings, wars, evil... I couldn't stop. I didn't want to stop. I wanted power. Power that could control the whole earth, until... some council of witches and wizards, headed by the most powerful witch casted me out and locked me up in a formidable coffin for thousands of years

- Death - With the plans understood by all, Death decided to train. He had an area cleared for him while he practiced, warning everyone not to get close. He wasn't planning on using magic, just that he would be swinging his scythe around with his eyes closed and didn't want to accidentally hit someone. 'I ride in. The first one to try and make contact will probably be Urdros.' He pictured as he swung his scythe upwards. He ran every interaction he could in his head. He had always been an instinctual fighter more than a planner, he decided that this battle would be different. He needed to be better, he didn't want to rely on permanently blighting the land.

How much of a grip does he have in this realm, and maybe even in the immortal realm? I shift, hesitant yet curious. “Go on.” “I need you to do something for me, regarding your powers. If you do so, I will not kill Death for her part in killing my people,” he comments leisurely, looking unbothered by what he is proposing, the world he is willing to tear apart by killing such an integral part of magical system...A Sin would be bad to lose, but not detrimental; they could be replaced. “Why should I care about what you do to Death?” I say nonchalantly, trying to approach this unbothered, hoping for a chance to convince him out of making such a dire mistake. “I’m more interested in Thoughts safet

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He pulled me down into the dirt, shielding me with his own broken body. "Run," he wheezed, blood coughing out of his mouth and staining the white silk of my torn gown. "Elowen... run to the back of the tombs... the well..." "I won't leave you!" I finally found my voice, though it sounded like it was coming from the bottom of a grave. My hands clutched at his shoulders, feeling the heat radiating from his burned skin. The Priest stepped closer, his heavy boots crushing the brittle bones of the dead that littered the floor. "Move aside, Duke. Let me give her the mercy of a quick death before she becomes the Queen of the Void. If she turns, the world ends."