Night Wizard Novels & Stories

Opening my eyes, I noticed a dark energy holding the arrow back and looked towards my necklace which was glowing. "The wizard really helped you Astria. The necklace on your neck is the most powerful force known to the world. When the time is right, I am going to snatch it away from you." She vanished afterwards. I struggled to get up to my feet but collapsed back on the ground to allow the darkness take over me once again. "Astria! Wake up!" I heard someone screaming my name. Slowly I groaned painfully as I opened my eyes to see the blue eyes of the Wizard staring at me. Alaric was beside him and he seemed depressed.

Now that has been taken care of, what is next for the plan? Well, if the warriors find something, the best thing to do is to infiltrate his location. However, we have to be wise because he is a half vampire and half warlock. He only comes out at night. Interesting I said, then that means he had to disguise himself as one of the maids to get to Luna, or he hired someone.

The world was not alone in its witness. In an underground chamber, lit only by the sputter of black candles, an ancient wizard lifted his head from the dust of forgotten scrolls. His eyes, cataract-white, rolled back in his skull as he hissed, “The Healer awakens. Impossible.” His voice cracked, echoing through halls no human had walked in centuries.

Why does he keep looking at me like that? By midday, my duties continued in the Carpathian archive, where ritual manuscripts and magical contracts were kept. There, I studied the spiritual boundaries of Nightclaw, weak points that enemies could exploit, and lunar ritual paths accessible only to a Moon Warden. I was absorbed in the ancient texts when a familiar scent pierced my senses. Slowly, I glanced toward the doorway. That cold, sharp aroma filled the air again, like night-blooming flowers opening in the dead of winter.

They always appear around midnight. And around midnight, the recently dead have arisen from the graves or the places where they died. Among the dead he saw the soldier that was holding the sword. I created a circle around me, for protection, it's an old spell. The dead can't pass the protective circle. The moon hid behind a cloud. The night was calm; the dead stopped trying to enter the mound. A red moon appeared behind the cloud. The red moon always represented the Deaf Riders, a group of wraith that fly over the night sky, hunting for, the worst of them, the warriors. The ones that can't enter Vernaden because what they have done.

"Then so be it. I will not be their pawn, though. Not yours, not Revan's, not the Council's. Revan's jaw tightened. Then he nodded slowly. We then battle alongside you. The courtyard was pandemonium. Shadows danced in unnatural ways, stone walls were licked by flames, and council guards shouted. A tall man came forward. Though his face was obscured, his voice sent shivers down my spine. Lora from the Black Moon. I stayed still. Who wants to know? "I am Nightbane. Herald of the Void. And I have come for your child." Revan stepped forward. "You’ll have to go through me." "Gladly." Darkborn soldiers moved forward. Revan and Jordan plunged into the battle. Claws, fangs, flames.

Edge of Lee Territory – Midnight The wind howled across the boundary forest. Naelle stood alone beneath the moonlight, gloved hands curled into fists. Every branch around her was scorched, but she was calm. Until the man appeared from the shadows. Tall. Pale. Dressed in ceremonial black. A silver phoenix was etched across his throat. No footsteps. No sound. “Who are you?” she asked. He smiled. “I am the Herald. First Vessel of the Phoenix.”

The light hit the milky film, but the pupils didn't contract. " The Witch," Nergal whispered. Spittle gathered at the corner of his mouth. "The Moon Bitch. She came down. She didn't use a knife. She used the light. She burned the world out of my head." He began to rock back and forth. His spine hit the tin wall with a rhythmic bang, bang, bang. "Too bright," Nergal moaned. He pressed the heels of his hands into his eye sockets. "It’s always white. Even when I sleep. White fire. White noise."

Curiosity got the best of Lily as usual and she turned to Nora. “What is going on up there?” She asked and Nora also looked up at the place. “It's the VIP floor. It is for people with really high ranks.” Nora replied and Lily kept staring at the place. She could see naked ladies dancing around. She badly wanted to see what was really going on then she turned to Nora again. “Can we go up there?” Lily asked Nora and she shrugged. “I think so. We are of high rank anyway, do you want to go?” Nora asked and she nodded in response.

"And don't come back. If you value your life, leave this place and never return." The hunter scrambled to his feet, clutching his injured shoulder. He hesitated, eyes wide with disbelief, before turning and fleeing into the darkness. Selene watched him go, her heart pounding from the confrontation. With her arm still bleeding, Selene continued her journey to Ethan's palace. She moved stealthily, avoiding the guards and relying on her heightened senses to navigate the territory. As she approached the main entrance, she encountered an invisible barrier. The air shimmered with a faint, magical glow, a spell cast by the witches to protect the palace.