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

The Black Mage’s Point of View I stand in front of the mirror, motionless, watching my own reflection like I’m watching a stranger. The flickering candlelight twists the shadows across my face, making me look older, sharper. My eyes are black as coal now. They used to be blue once, before the power fully took me. That stupid elder actually did his job well. Better than I expected. Too bad he died. I could’ve used him a little longer, squeezed more destruction out of him. But I don’t mourn his death—I only mourn wasted potential.

I stare at the lovely city of Manchester as I weigh my options. It’s either bankruptcy and death or marriage and coronation. I guess the latter isn’t much of a bad idea, only it is. Whatever the case, my father’s murders must pay. I have a secret after all, I can hardly die.

I wouldn’t be like them. I couldn’t forget the chilling memory of the lead dark mage—the one I had killed so effortlessly. The one who had crossed me once, only to end up a skeleton in seconds after my touch had burned through him. The image of his desiccated form, his eyes wide with terror, haunted me. The power I wielded, the destruction it caused, was a double-edged sword. I had to control it, had to resist the urge to let it take over again. I’m not a monster, I reminded myself. I’m not like them.

I hadn't hurt anyone, but why had I to see such inhumane images in the third year after my death? I floated down and looked at the tiny baby. This was the first time I saw that child. I didn't cry when I was killed by Vivian. I didn't cry when I watched Winston dissect me with his own hands. But now, my tears were falling without stopping. This child already had hands and feet. If I hadn't been killed by Vivian, this child would have been over two years old by now.

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

Behind them, I could just make out Asher’s prone figure. "What exactly do you want?" I growled through gritted teeth. "To make a point." The mage closest to us responded with a laugh. "If you dare to interfere with our goal, you will suffer." "What goal is that, exactly?" Deon asked, taking a step in front of me. "You’ll see soon enough." The mage responded. "The day of reckoning is fast approaching." Day of reckoning? What the hell was this guy going on about? Could this also be part of what happened six years ago with the resurrection of King Nigel?

He thought the council would accept his retirement but it would be the end of his life. “You are stupid! You know you can't survive if you don't finish those and you really told them what you know!” Voice of a man getting out of a car. This is probably their leader. Azrael and Seraphine immediately stood up and pointed the gun at the man but before they could get ready, he tried to shoot Azrael. Azrael was still holding his captured man, He make him like a human shield and caught bullets from their leader's gun. Four gunshots ended his life. Azrael and Seraphine immediately returned fire.

My eyes fall upon the word ‘Mage Wolf’ My eyes trace the words following it and with each sentence, my heart beat notches up. Mage wolf was brutally assassinated because she had become too powerful for mages and wolves alike? She had a connection with the Dragon Queen of that time? Nothing else is said even though Elias mentioned reading the first few pages, it is more like after a few paragraphs it steers towards name-calling mages and appreciating and glorifying wolves. “What the fuck is this? Why would people kill her? God, that’s simply bullshit and screams patriarchy or whatever,” I say as I snap the book shut.

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.

I see the faces of most of my eyes become pale and they start of sweat; Mage comes out as he pleases nowadays and he's been training with my body too, everyone already knows that Mage resides inside me and has seen him multiple times but I guess they're still not used to it. "My wonderful minions, I have waited so long to speak to you all. Your loyalty towards me and her is a necessity for me to win; therefore any hindrance caused by either one of you will not be received well by me. My time has finally come, you will all join me in my wrath of hell that I will unleash upon this world after our glorious victory." Mage's deathly loud deep voice echoes throughout the hall, as he warns them his