Novel & Cerita The Death Mage Who Doesnt Want A Fourth Time

She tried sending a current towards him, but her hands were twisted and turned as his voice spoke. “You’ll die if you continue to use more mana. I put a magic draining spell on anyone who trespassed this cave and you lasting this long was completely unanticipated, but I’ll spare you. Your friends over there will die if they continue like that”, Alexis’ gaze shot to Hector and Adam who seemed to be relying on their physical abilities more than their magic right now. “D-Don’t! Please don’t kill them!” She felt her heart beat increase with feat at their possible death. Tears crowding her eyes.

"I've turned against the family for her before, and I'll do it over and over. Even if she doesn't choose me, I've devoted myself to her. I will always be by her side until she's one day mortal, I promised her that." Holly winced at his words. "Eros?" she whispered at his shoulder. He continued to face the others as he held his hands together and gathered his own energy. "If you push me, I'll kill you both." "You're going to kill one of the Four Horsemen?" War chuckled. "You should have been the sin of Pride instead. To think you'd consider yourself that advanced." He clucked his tongue. "Girl, bring Death, and let's finish this."

"Stop filming and get the fuck out of here! Fuck off, all of you!" A few bodyguards rushed up to try and hold him back, but Dad shoved them all off. He stood before countless other cameras and the people who once worshipped his "empire", roaring at them with heart-wrenching fury, "There's no educational philosophy here! I never had any good intentions! "I am not an entrepreneur! I'm a fraud! A psychopath! I'm worth billions of dollars, but I forced my own daughter to death over just a few measly cents!

Not to forget the rumors I had heard about the ruthless alpha. This mage was practically handing me over to be killed, because he would kill me. So what was the point? I was just postponing my death, and I knew this mage knew that. He just didn't care about one measly life to accomplish his goals. If this was how terrible the mage's were, it was no wonder they'd been abolished. No one needed to be this powerful, or this evil. "I'm not leaving you with a choice. You will do as I have said, or I will—" I drowned the rest of his words out.

The room was filled with tension as every eye was locked on me, watching my every move. Death's bony hand was held out to me, stark against the dark colors of his robe. As I reached for it, my hand appeared to be consumed by black veins, twisting, and pulsing with otherworldly power. “It is an effect of the binding and will wear off by the time we are in the throne room,” the mage said while meeting eyes with Death; a slight smirk appeared upon her face.

“The ‘yeah but.’ When they use the saying, ‘two wrongs don’t make a right.’” “How do you imprison something that can’t be imprisoned? How do you kill the unkillable? You kill the ones that can’t be imprisoned, you imprison the unkillable and pray it never gets out.” “The Lich?” “Drain the magic from the thing he keeps his soul shard in. Then execute him. Otherwise, he lives forever. It’s a when he gets out, not an if. It all starts again. That’s why the mages were involved. It’s not just their research skills and portals. They have some scary talents.”

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.

she said before slapping her hand over her mouth. She was unsure why she said it. My mates quickly caught onto what I was doing, and I felt them send me love and gratitude to make up for the anger they just sent. Something that always bothered me with his death was that he was never reborn. Very few things can do that to a Gaisreen. It took a specific type of dark magic, or their lives had to be stripped from them by someone from a higher rank. He was the General so there was none higher.

He was frowning, his lips shut tight. Well, maybe I was too quick to think the royal mages weren’t prepared to die. Here was one who’d go to the stake to save his sovereign’s life. I wondered how many of these mages would it take to beat the Undead King... “Of course, you did!” Reive exclaimed. “And how could there not have been an aura from my magic if we were about to be submerged in a storm wave?” The necromancer shook his head and shut his lips tight, as if he had been talking to a complete idiot.

But something about the phrasing felt off. ‘Think, Jade,’ Naila urged. ‘What did the mage say about truth?’ I closed my eyes, replaying the story in my mind. The girl’s sacrifice wasn’t what won the war—it was the power she channeled. Her act wasn’t about giving up but about empowering others. I stepped toward the second path. As I crossed the threshold, the symbols on the walls flared, and a new challenge emerged—a glowing riddle scrawled across the corridor ahead: