Night Wizard Novels & Stories

He stood on the balcony in the cold wind all night. When he returned to the bedroom, he found that my mother had jumped out of the window. That night, it poured. The rain washed away the blood from my mother's corpse. Cade rushed over and held me tight, letting me punch him repeatedly. He kept saying, "It's okay, it's okay…" But he chose Summer as his new fling. As Mrs. Finley, what dignity do I have left? That night, Cade did not come home. The trending topic I arranged was buried deep by him.

“Peace be with you, sorcerer. The novice tossed his head, and froze with a long face. Opposite stood a peasant - a slanting sazhen in the shoulders, a short-cut resin beard, a leather apron on his naked body, and his arms and shoulders were all in a scattering of points from chronic burns. The man bowed, and the student of the Citadel looked at how the distant village tyn and the forest behind it were visible through the weightless image... A cold sweat crawled down his back: What happened in this village, if it shows itself during the day? What kind of witchcraft was going on here? “And peace to you, blacksmith,” Tamir responded out of habit, and he froze as he realized that he had heard so

"Soon this country will know of your return, my master." The black spot behind the Nightmare forces at Heavens Fall began to emit a red light. Knight saw a falling tower and a red sun on his mind but it was just for a short amount of time. 'What was that?' He whispered to himself. "It's starting. Your choices from this moment on will decide the fate of your future." The spirit replied. ~ Stargem: Rewrite ~

She frowned, remembering what granny had just said. “ our?” she mumbled. Granny could see the skepticism written all over Raven's face. She knew that the idea of being a warrior fighting against vampires was not easy to accept. She took a deep breath and continued, "Yes, our job...You see, Night Watchers are a secret society of warriors who have been protecting humanity for centuries. It is a lineage that has been passed down from generation to generation, and I am a Night Watcher, just like you are."

It’s nearing midnight, and I’m still in my crimson robe with no plans to change into my night dress. I’m not sure if he was going to show up tonight. He probably knew that I had already figured out that he was Damon’s twin after his encounter with Nancy. Though, my guts were telling me to wait nonetheless and find out. Suddenly, the curtains on my balcony doors began to flutter, and my pulse began to pound furiously in my chest as I caught a glimpse of the shadow that had appeared in the darkest corner of my room. He moves so swiftly, and if I wasn’t used to his presence, I wouldn’t have noticed him watching me in the dark.

His lips pulled back to expose his clenched teeth. " You motherfucker, I'll kill you...Get me out of here, I'll rip you into pieces.." Azriel lashed out at Denver while shaking the bars, desperate to come out. Denver was enjoying his situation. "I believe your mate has a sweet blood," Denver stated with an evil smile. Azriel's shoulders took a predatory bow as he glared at Denver with unfiltered anger. "Go near her and I will make you regret living," Azriel warned him. "We will see who dies first," Denver stated and turned around to leave. Denver's eyes glowed in the darkness. It was clear he wasn't a wolf nor a human. He was a wizard. "Stay away from her, you fucker," Azriel roared but Denv

The amount of options offered is rather restricted. I blasted through the roof and soared to dizzying heights. I couldn't see much of what was happening on inside because it was so dark. I was able to see the road because of the small lights that appeared from beneath me, which I feel assisted me. Because the house was large enough, just a few individuals could comfortably fit inside. The assistant was only on three or four guards at a time when this happened. After waiting the required amount of time, I walked out as soon as the lights were turned out. "Sir, the light in ma'am Yhra's chamber has been switched off," says the doorman. We had no comment after delivering the dish. I came to a c

Nathan Nathan lay on his bed, staring at the ceiling, his fingers drumming restlessly against his chest. The witch. The one he’d seen in the window last night. Even with her light off, his night vision had captured every detail—the curve of her cheek, the defiant tilt of her chin, the way her fingers had lingered on the curtain before yanking it shut. He needed to find her. It wasn’t just curiosity. It was something deeper, something primal. His wolf had howled the moment he caught her scent on the breeze, and now? Now it wouldn’t shut up.

Apparently, they received a letter from the Night King. No one knew what species the Night King really was, and most suspected that he was some kind of hybrid of several. Either way, he was the most powerful supernatural being on the planet, and we all fell under his domain. His Night Guards were always sent in to clean up anytime an incident came up that might reveal our existence to the humans. All the letter contained in it was a few words, telling Lord Grizzle Happy Birthday. His birthday was this coming weekend, and the entire Pack would get together to throw a three-day party for him. Taking the goblet to the supply table, I refilled it with Misty’s favorite watered down wine before ta

“Like I said. You’re dinner.” Suddenly, lights flicker on, illuminating the large room. I’m sitting in the bottom of an empty pool inside what looks like an old hotel. The vampire in front of me is tall and pretty, with brunette hair falling around her face in waves. She motions to something on the floor, and I turn my head down, looking at the symbols painted on the tile. Symbols that when laid out properly during a ritual will block my powers. It’s a Witch Trap, and they’re usually laid out by witch hunters to render us powerless while they kill us. Motherfucker. I can’t even call Binx if I wanted to.