Frostysyrup

Thrust into an enigmatic world born from bloodshed; venture inside its complexities, dark-side, and always changing nature. At the center, a boy; brought up by an exiled mage, steps into a life of independence. A test to try and change his life for the better after witnessing what war can do to a person. The walk towards finding a stable living gets toppled as a unique magical element awakens. Using people, toying with emotions, doing anything and everything to get what he wants, this is the life of the next Death Reaper. Mostly emotionless, life continues as questions about his state of mind and being remains clouded behind many personas.

This isn’t the story of a single man, it’s the story of a whole world. Read as the world builds itself from the ground up. Conspiracies, evil, the dark side of humanity. In addition, tis the start of a new age; the birth of monsters – a story depicting the tales of the first heroes and demons to ever exist. 

The Wielder of Death Magic isn’t a typical fantasy. The heroes don’t summon forth power from heroes of old, here, the characters are the ones who make up the myths and legends for the next generation. Amidst the turmoil, Staxius, he lives on, watching and waiting as the world grows. 

P.S, I’m not that normal of a writer, my advice is to not expect anything going into this world. Forget everything, I personally, don’t care about rules and limitations and what can be considered to be the norm – the characters are given life, the world moves on its own; I’m just a spectator. No plot, nothing planned, all that you read is the product of the characters moving and acting individually. As opposed to me subjecting them with my emotions, the connection is reversed. They are the ones who dictate the story (Believe it or not, that's the way I write) A world, a story, characters, and the foolish author; we all evolve as one. On behalf of the people mentioned above, thanks for reading, I appreciate it all.
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The Wielder of Death Magic

"No," he replied firmly, "-I'm aware of my uncle's exploits. Us bearing the same blood is a coincidence, nothing more, nothing less. If you'd please excuse me," crossing the crowd, "-I have a flight to catch." The jet thrust into life; a high pitch screeched for many to cover their ears. Without much effort, the metal bird took to the skies.

The cacophony dissolved into, "-he's blatantly lying, yes?" asked Julia, "-no way another nightwalker can inherit such a title."

"He bears the symbol and the blood. No doubt in my mind, Lady Courtney's nephew is the reincarnation of our King," added Alaric.

"Let's forget the meet ever happened," proposed Aurora locking fingertips, "-tis better to see what comes next. A robust foundation has been handed on a silver platter. Let's make the province the best place we can make for the people. Nightwalkers have to get stronger," side-glancing Julia,"-the Sabbath and Onyx clan must stand to the challenge."

“-are you sure, wicked vixen?”