I Become A Mob Character In A Novel

[Samael Ashwood's POV]

"Domain Expansion: Thunder Dragon's Roar!"

A tear-shaped hole expanded with me as the center, taking everyone I regarded as the enemy into a whole new dimension in which thunder arcs danced everywhere with unrelenting fury. The domain was a tempestuous expanse of swirling storm clouds and blinding lightning, where the very air crackled with energy. Within this domain, I was the sovereign of storms, and my will manifested in every bolt and roar of thunder.

The wights were caught in the overwhelming tempest, unable to escape the relentless onslaught of lightning that surged through the air. Thunderous booms reverberated like the heartbeat of an ancient beast, the sound alone enough to disorient and terrorize the creatures.

"Feel the wrath of the storm!" I shouted, my voice echoing with a power that wasn't entirely my own. My hands moved as if guided by instinct, directing the colossal dragon to target the largest cluster of wights. With a savage roar, the dragon unleashed a torrent of lightning, decimating the creatures in a blinding flash.

The remaining wights attempted to scatter, their dark forms struggling to find purchase in the chaotic storm. But there was no escape. I willed the domain to tighten around them, focusing the tempest's fury onto their shrinking numbers. Arcs of electricity lashed out like hungry serpents, striking down the wights one by one with unerring precision.

Within moments, all that remained were the echoes of thunder and the lingering remnants of dissipating shadows. My domain flickered, its energy spent, and the storm slowly receded back into the void from which it came.

The dungeon chamber was eerily silent, the oppressive aura of dark magic now replaced with the faint crackling of dissipating electricity. I exhaled slowly, the intense rush of power ebbing away as I regained my composure.

"Samael..." Lily's voice was soft, almost a whisper, as she approached. Her eyes were wide with awe and concern, and she gently placed a hand on my arm. "That...was incredible."

The others slowly gathered, their expressions reflecting a mix of relief and amazement. Raven, despite her earlier heroics, looked visibly shaken but managed a nod of acknowledgment in my direction. Sionna, her eyes still wide with the lingering adrenaline, mouthed a silent "Thank you" to both of us.

"Let's keep moving," I said, my voice steady but carrying an underlying urgency. "We're not done here yet."

No one argued. They knew as well as I did that the core of this dungeon held something far more sinister. What we had faced so far was only a prelude to the true challenge that lay ahead. As we pressed on, the air grew colder, and the faint hum of ancient magic resonated even stronger beneath the stone floors.

***

[Seraphina's POV]

WHAT THE HACK WAS THAT?!

I stood frozen, my heart pounding in my chest as I watched the aftermath of Samael's

Domain Expansion

. The sheer power he unleashed—commanding lightning and thunder like he was born of the storm—was unlike anything I had ever seen. My lips trembled, though not from fear, but from awe and... something deeper, darker.

That surge of strength, the control, the

dominance

. He was a god among mortals in that moment, and it sent a chill down my spine. I could feel my breath hitch, my pulse racing as thoughts I couldn't control began to swirl in my mind.

Mine.

The word echoed in my head. It wasn't the first time. Every time I saw him like this, every time he did something so...

beyond

, the thought clawed its way deeper into my consciousness. I couldn't stop it. I didn't

want

to stop it.

He was mine. No one else could understand him like I did. No one could appreciate his strength the way I did. Not Lily, not Liliana, not Raven,

no one

.

The way they looked at him now, admiration clear in their eyes, made my blood boil. Especially Lily. That soft smile she gave him, the way she always hovered near him. Did she think she could keep him? Did she think she could

own

him like that?

No. No one could.

I clenched my fists, my nails digging into my palms as the shadows around me seemed to darken in response to my thoughts. They always responded to me, my illusions, my magic—like extensions of my will. And right now, my will was singular and unwavering.

Samael belongs to me.

I had been patient, so patient, waiting for the right time. I helped him, stood by his side, made myself indispensable. But still... she lingered.

They

lingered.

I took a deep breath, steadying myself. I couldn't lose control. Not yet. I had to be smart about this. Samael was still... distant. Even after all we had been through, I could feel it—the way he was guarded around me, the way he didn't see me the way I saw him.

But that would change. I would make sure of it.

As the group started to move forward, deeper into the dungeon, I hung back slightly, letting my thoughts simmer. I needed to be careful. If I pushed too hard, too fast, I might scare him away. And that was the last thing I wanted. I needed to find the right moment to act, to show him that I was the only one who truly understood him, who could match him in both power and... devotion.

A smile crept onto my lips as I trailed behind the others, my mind already plotting. Soon. Very soon, Samael would see. He would

have

to see.

And when he did, when he finally realized... we would be together. Forever.

No one else mattered. Only

him

.

Only

us

.

***

[Aiden's POV]

I paced back and forth, every step punctuated by the thunderous pounding in my chest. My fists clenched, muscles twitching with barely restrained fury. Samael Ashwood... that bastard had to die. He was the obstacle, the one standing in the way of everything—of

her

.

Seraphina.

She was supposed to be mine. She had always been mine, even before that wretched Samael started stealing her attention with his stupid heroics and power plays. She belonged with me, not with some arrogant dragon pretending to be invincible.

Marcus stepped forward, his broad shoulders barely able to contain the weight of the massive battle axe strapped to his back. His voice was gruff as he spoke, "Aiden, we need a plan. We can't just rush in blind. Samael's stronger than you think—"

"I DON'T CARE!" I barked, slamming my fist into the wall of the dungeon, causing small cracks to spiderweb across the stone. "We'll take him down, no matter what it takes."

Elara, standing to the side, just smiled at me which sent a shiver down my spine. "I don't about Samael but the girls with him have to die."

I gritted my teeth, trying to push down the seething rage bubbling up inside me. Elara's twisted grin didn't help—it only made my stomach churn more. I knew she had her own sick obsession with Samael's companions, especially Lily. They were always so perfect, always so close to him. It made Elara jealous, and when she got jealous, things turned... ugly.

"Fine," I growled, turning to Elara. "But focus on your part. The girls are yours. Samael is mine."

Elara's grin widened, her eyes glinting with a dangerous excitement. "Good. I was hoping you'd say that."

I didn't have time for her theatrics. We had been tracking Samael and his group for days, watching them fight through hordes of monsters. They were strong, sure, but no one could fight forever. They had to be exhausted by now.

My hand clenched around the hilt of my sword as I thought about Seraphina. She was with him, trailing behind the group as usual, her eyes always on Samael. It made me sick. He had no right to her.

I took a deep breath, forcing myself to calm down. Marcus was right about one thing—we needed a plan. Samael wasn't just some ordinary student. He was dangerous. That Domain Expansion he used earlier... it sent shivers down my spine just thinking about it. But he wasn't invincible. No one was.

"They'll be vulnerable after the wights," I said, my voice low and steady. "They've been fighting non-stop. We hit them hard and fast. No time for them to regroup or use their big spells."

Marcus nodded, his face grim. "What about Seraphina? You sure she's not going to get in the way?"

I hesitated for a moment, but then I shook my head. "Seraphina will fall in line. She'll see that I'm the one who deserves her loyalty. Not him."

Elara chuckled softly, the sound sending a chill through the group. "Let's see if she stays loyal when I'm done with her little friends."

A dark grin spread across my face. I would show Samael. I would take everything from him—his power, his companions, and most importantly, Seraphina. He would fall, and when he did, he would know that he was nothing compared to me.

"Let's move," I ordered, my voice cold and determined. "We catch up to them now. Tonight, Samael Ashwood dies."

The group fell into formation behind me, each one ready for the ambush. This dungeon would be his grave.

.

..

...

[To Be Continued]

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