Night Wizard Novels & Stories

Wardric's actions astounded the audience. Wardric exclaimed, "I know what you're doing, or at least how you're doing it, and I'm not going to utilize the grimoire any longer!" He rushed forward, shooting a trail of burning fire that danced across the concrete floor, charring it as it approached Norval. Norval reacted immediately by grabbing for another vial and crushing it in his palm, but Wardric slid beneath Norval's reach and drew out a vial that stood out from the rest. It was labeled ‘Neutralizer' and had a green lining on the glass walls. Wardric pulled it from his utility belt and thrust it into the other hand of Norval. He seized Norval's palm with both hands and crushed it, smashing

In remembrance! In remembrance! Lord Nox, the God of War, succumbed to the siege by the Ten Nations and perished in the treacherous Ocean of Death. The battleground witnessed not only the staining of azure waters but also a sea adorned with lifeless forms, as Lord Nox, with unmatched prowess, faced and conquered the formidable lions of the Ten Nations.Contrary to popular belief attributing Lord Nox's demise to the collective might of the Ten Nations, the truth unfolds that the one responsible for extinguishing his life was none other than the woman who held the deepest place in his heart.In the passage of time, Nox Greenshade stood atop the towering peaks, gazing upon the vast expanse below

“Thanks for texting me the name. I’ve already sent it to the medium that’s helping me. With that and your pendant, she’s confident she can pinpoint the exact ritual your psychic performed. That’s the first step to fix this mess.” He narrowed his eyes. “Don’t try to make me feel guilty, young lady.” “I’m not, old man.” His soft chuckle made me breathe deep. But it lasted only a heartbeat. He sighed, looking up at the ceiling past his phone, thoughtful. “I’ve been trying to recall details of the ritual, but it’s all kinda blurry. I only remember she set a golden goblet in a circle of twigs and recited some kind of spell. After that, she told me I needed to go back to the basement alone, past m

I was someone who suffered from nightmares, but paradoxically, the darkness here, was calming. I dragged my feet towards his bed and that’s when I saw the frame on his nightstand, next to a Bible. This man owned a Bible? My curiosity fully took over from this moment. I flipped it open. Maxine Jackson. I frowned a closed it. Who was she? My eyes slid back to the frame and I picked it up. It was a picture of a young woman, probably in her early thirties. She had thick black hair and blue eyes. Alexander’s eyes were a dark grey, but the resemblance was uncanny. This was his mother and that Bible perhaps, was hers.

Logon doesn’t know any magic but is the most powerful among the four of Raf’s beasts. Damon is the name of Rafael’s vampire. Damon is the 2nd strongest after Logon. Alvin is the name of Rafael’s male fairy. He knows magic tricks. Jasper is the name of Rafael’s wizard. Jasper is a master of casting spells. Ekansh Phoenix Blackthorn (deceased) Age 25, twenty minutes younger than Rafael. Phoenix was part of TAK (Three Assassin Blackthorns). Before his death, Phoenix served as the Royal Beta of the Blackthorn Clan. He possessed the power of healing and the water element.

So this wizard standing in front of us is actually a second command to whoever the leader of his coven might be? "Then what the living fuck is he doing here by this time?" I find myself asking, and Damon turns his head to look at me with a raised eyebrow. "Are you seriously asking me that question? Has everything I've been explaining to you not gotten into your head? He is a supernatural creature, and supernatural creatures operate mostly at night. Haven't you gotten that?" he asks. We are interrupted from our discussion when a very sharp greenish light erupts from the fellow's outstretched hand toward both of us.

The banquet ended past midnight. Luke sat in the front passenger seat of his Rolls-Royce, pressing his index finger against his temple. He had long, artist's fingers. The glow of the streetlights cast just the right shadow over his face, making his nose bridge more prominent. He looked like a sculpture straight out of a museum. "It's late now. The curfew would already be in effect by the time you return to your dorm."

Ayla found herself following the mysterious man outside. “Are you an angel?” “I told you, my name is Nash. I guess you could call me an angel, I’m a Celestial Guardian.” He said, “Just like you will be.” He waved his hand, and a bright light appeared, but just like no one could see Nash, it seemed no one could see the ‘door’ that emerged at that moment out of nowhere. A celestial guardian? “What’s a Celestial Guardian?” “Someone like us, blessed by Heaven’s Will. You have been born with the power to clean the world from demons and help to keep balance in this world, but you have to train for it.”

Now a once-whole blue planet floated with just particles of itself as it drifted across this dark, lifeless plain. In a different plane lied a primordial creature of the night finding solace in the eternal night that plagued his castle, the whistle and Chimes of fate had stirred his old blood awake. He knew that times were finally changing, and it seemed he had to get back to the game. "I wonder how Netherndel is faring, it's time I get back" his deep red eyes shone with a dangerous glint as he looked across the darkness, his eyes seemed to bypass the veil between planes for his gaze had a godly presence that came with it.

Unsure of whether there may be any traps that his predecessor had failed to mention, his eyes continued to scan the space for any evidence of interference as he approached the center of the circular room. Finding a black altar candle already awaiting him there, Cazer lowered the lighter to its wick. Pulling away from it slowly as the candle’s flame began to burn with an eerie purple glow, there was the silhouette of a woman that appeared in its flickering light. What seemed a shadow at first, taking on a more permanent shape before him, Cazer could not say for certain whether the Guardian of the Night Gate formed a beautiful maiden or an old crone. Her body and face draped in the shrouds tha