The Death Mage Who Doesnt Want A Fourth Time Novels & Stories

“And the fourth sector?” “Is now eliminated from the Alliance. Like I said, there were originally four sectors. The fourth one was a mage cadre, but all had been …” Edric closed his mouth to breathe shakily, then continued “…slaughtered by the enemies that night …” “There’s no survivor?” Arth asked, his eyes wide open. “There is … an apprentice to their Elder Mage,” Edric replied. “Elicantris, a scholar who’s studying sorcery … and Demonology.”

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.

But he could not do anything to breathe. The rogue mage was stubborn and unwilling to submit because he was confident of his power as a mage, but he realized his foolishness a little too late. Because before he got the chance to declare submission, Lexy snapped his neck. His death made his fellow mages, the ones next to him and even those that were afar from his spot, hurriedly kneel before the royal couple.

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 I knew he was ready to intervene, to protect me from the man who had once sought to destroy him My heart raced with anticipation as I began the incantation, the words echoing through the silence like a whispered secret. My body warmed, the room grew colder as a lash of wind snuffed out the candles, their grey smoke being pulled to the centre of the pentagram, gathering to form a doorway. The man I sought was no longer among the living, not because he was dead, but it was harder to summon a wizard from another plane of existence, especially the Death Plane. At least, that's what the rumours he'd let spread claimed.

Evan smiled, and before anyone could anticipate it, he used the scalpel to stab himself in the heart. Standing beside Evan, I screamed and cried. Countless people walked through me to try and save Evan. Alas, he was indeed an exceptional medical examiner. He knew the fastest way to die. Evan's body continued to twitch slightly. In his final moment, I saw him pointing toward me with his finger. He seemed to have spotted me. Smiling, he closed his eyes, putting an end to the last of his lingering attachment to this world. The situation descended into chaos as another medical examiner shook his head, signifying to Henry that Evan was dead.

Draco had not found the mastermind since he missed the right time to investigate the issue. Draco had a feeling it was one of his mafia lords, but he couldn't be sure since they were like a brotherhood and he was their leader. Even though he knew some of them wanted to rebel and he had put measures in place so that even if they decided to betray him, it would be like using a double-edged sword, both sides were deadly.