The Death Mage Who Doesnt Want A Fourth

Adventures, Friendship, Love, and Betrayals. Unexpected friendship sprouted and a newly found love and her hidden identity will make their friendship crumbles into the deepest part of the sea. Will her wings finally fly freely or will she stay all her life living in the golden cage of despondency?

Ang nais lang ni Mahalia ay ang mabuhay ng payapa sa Sta. Cruz, San Roque Dela Francia. Kasama ang kaniyang tiya, pinsan, at matalik na kabigan na si Jason, Ngunit sa hindi mlamang dahilan, nakuha niya ang atensyon ng lalaking kaniyang pinakainiiwasan—si Florence, anak ng Mayor, isang CEO at Bilyonaryo. Makakaiwas kaya si Mahalia kung sa bawat titig nito’y nanginginig ang tuhod niya?

In the third year after my death, the one who remained faithfully by my wife's side was still the bionic robot I had painstakingly designed. It looked exactly like me and carried within it every detail of my mannerisms, speech, and habits. The only difference was that it never lost its temper with her. Because of that, my wife never sensed anything amiss. Yet each night, she brought home a different man, deliberately testing "me," desperate to see the wild jealousy and rage I once wore so vividly. Then, one day, her childhood sweetheart and first love, shoved "me" off the balcony. It was only then, in her horror, that my wife realized… "I" didn't bleed.

Bagaimana jadinya jika seorang dokter ahli forensik ternyata adalah seorang vampir? Callista Bradley, merupakan detektif wanita yang gigih dan terkenal sedikit gila. Ia diberi tugas untuk memecahkan sebuah kasus pembunuhan berantai yang sudah terjadi di Kota Edinburgh selama beberapa tahun terakhir. Callista menemukan petunjuk bahwa setiap korban dari kasus pembunuhan tersebut memiliki dua lubang bekas gigitan di leher, sekaligus darah korban yang selalu habis hingga tak tersisa barang setetes pun. Gadis itu yakin pelakunya bukanlah manusia, dan malam ini ia menyaksikan sendiri bagaimana sang pembunuh itu beraksi!

Waking up in the wrong body is terrifying. Waking up with two wolves inside you? That’s a war waiting to happen. Burned at the stake for a crime she didn’t commit, Luna Aria Campbell of the MoonClaw Pack thought death would be the end. But fate had other plans. She awakens in the body of Keira, Luna of the rival StarCross Pack — a woman whose wolf, Zie, is very much alive and very much out for blood. Zie believes Aria’s soul is the product of Black Magic—and she’s ready to tear her apart from the inside out, but she starts off by suffocating Aria's wolf, Lyra. Aria is desperate to survive — not just for herself, but for Lyra. But Zie offers her only one chance at coexistence: Kill Alpha Jaxon — Keira’s fated mate.

He left her at the altar. She returned with his child and the power to ruin him. Arabella Monroe steps into the boardroom with ice in her veins and a little girl by her side who has Roman Callahan’s exact eyes. Seven years ago, she stood in a wedding dress, humiliated and pregnant, as Roman vanished without a word. Now, the tables have turned. Roman’s tech empire is crumbling. Hers is rising faster, louder, and unstoppable. And the one patent that could save his company? Arabella owns it. She came for business. She came for blood. But when old sparks reignite and buried betrayals claw their way back, Arabella must decide: Can she destroy the man who broke her without breaking what’s left of her heart?

During the pack's wilderness training, my adopted sister, Tessa, shoved me from a cliffside thick with wolfsbane. My Alpha, Fenrir, turned and left with Tessa feigning injury in his arms, leaving me for dead at the bottom of the ravine. I died instantly, but my soul lingered, watching everything with cold detachment. I watched as Tessa's tearful complaints swayed him into blaming me for my own disappearance. "Will Selene ever stop causing me trouble?" "She's weak and always looking for trouble. How could she possibly be fit to be our Luna?" He had no idea I was already dead at the bottom of that cliff choked with wolfsbane. Five whole days. The poison hit my bloodstream like liquid fire, racing through my veins with merciless speed. As my body decayed under the moonlight, my love for him faded with it. The title of Luna, the magnificent coronation I had dreamed of, everything I once cherished was now meaningless. The Selene who loved him was well and truly dead.

A year ago, I was a rising star in the legal world. But everything changed when I uncovered evidence that my fiance's first love had caused an accident. She lured me to an abandoned factory and ruined my face, then pushed me into a toxic asphalt pit and left me to drown. Little did they know, I was pregnant with my fiance's child when I died. After my death, he had the audacity to claim that I had accepted money from a murderer and had fled the country. His actions turned me into a pariah. Meanwhile, he and his precious first love walked down the aisle together. A year later, the abandoned factory I had died in was being demolished, and someone stumbled upon my body in that asphalt pit.

Little Jean contracted AIDS from a human woman. What's worse? She gave it to him intentionally. As if that wasn't enough, she reintroduced herself in my mate's life as his new love. Logan loved her to bits because she was young and talented. He didn't care if she was human. It has been hell ever since. I have been secretly been bullied by Leah, the human girl, since she won Logan's heart. While I endured all the bullying in hopes of winning hearts, no one wanted to treat my son, the future heir of the Waterstone pack. It was a shame. But I will be leaving everything behind to start anew. I was born a healer, never got the chance to blossom. And I shall...with all my determination. Because I have to treat my sick son. (THIS IS PURELY FICTIONAL. I DID NOT FIND THE CURE FOR AIDS GUYS, PLEASE DON'T COME FOR ME)

In the late stages of her pregnancy, my wife slipped away into the mountains with her childhood sweetheart, seeking some reckless thrill under the open sky. Fate, however, had other plans. She suffered a massive hemorrhage, and the two were rushed to the hospital. As a doctor, I took one glance at her condition and instructed the nurse to prepare for the cremation. In my previous life, I had risked everything to save her. On that very operating table, she and the child inside her perished together. Her childhood sweetheart, overcome with grief and fury, rallied others to accuse me of seeking personal revenge. Their rage was relentless, and they broke my hands. "A butcher like you, without medical ethics, deserves nothing less than eternal damnation!" they shouted, their words burning like brands on my soul. Yet I distinctly remembered—the surgery had been a success. Her vital signs had stabilized. Clinging to hope, I begged my in-laws to conduct an autopsy, to uncover the truth buried beneath the accusations. Instead, they called the police, who swiftly charged me with performing surgery under the influence of alcohol. Stripped of my rights, I was thrown into prison, where suffering became my only companion. Years later, upon release, I stumbled across a sight that tore what was left of my heart to shreds—my wife, alive and well, behind the wheel of a luxury car, accompanied by her childhood sweetheart and their child, living off the fortune I had worked tirelessly to build. Their betrayal didn't end there. Coldly and methodically, they lured me into a trap, casting me into a cement mixer to erase every trace of my existence. When I next opened my eyes, time had rewound itself. I was back on that fateful day, the one when her hemorrhage began.