Night Wizard Novels & Stories

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

“I will leave you for ten minutes. Then I will be back to bring your son to the baby box. What’s your son’s name? I need to write it on his box.” “It’s Dante Leo Da Costa,” Gabriel said. The nurse wrote the name on a piece of paper and then left the room to give Gabriel and Rosalind privacy. Gabriel kissed Rosalind’s lips for three seconds. “I’ll ask Jane to meet you and Dante. Afterward, you must sleep.” Rosalind nodded. “Yes.” She was exhausted and too happy to sleep. She couldn’t wait to see Jane’s reaction to see her little brother for the first time.

“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.

I usually set my alarm for 7 am, then head out to help prepare Gavin's family breakfast. I opened my eyes wide as I realized that my bottom was in a lot of pain. I bit my lower lip, and my memory reflexively rewound. Last night wasn't a dream. Gavin's warm caress was still there. He really came for me and filled my night with warmth. It was not like before that I thought that what Gavin had done last night was a dream. But what if it was just a dream? I turned my head slowly to confirm who was sleeping beside me. For a moment, I rounded my eyes to stare at the man who was still asleep under the blanket with a shady face. I shook my head, unable to believe what the man was doing.

Harry pause and tried to face Dimitri. “Who the fuck are you?” Harry stumbled walking towards Dimitri. It was 11:00 AM and he was clearly wasted. The security team rushed by and was about to lung at Harry but Dimitri raised his hand gesturing them to halt whenever they were. “First of all, who the fuck are you?” Dimitri spoke coldly and growled lowly saying the last word. Gasps echoed through the now silenced room. Dimitri never cursed. Everyone realized that Harry had managed to piss him off really bad.

Roman adds, both him and the others pacing behind me. Before passing the limit of the main entrance of the wooden construction, I heard the redhead ask her boyfriend assuming that he is really fine. Roman reacts to not stressing over a precious and delicate tinkle and I feel like this feels famiAmyr. I stop to dry when I enter the lodge, my eyes quickly see three things: the priAngela, the rowan boundary has been broken; the second, the sliding entrance is fully open last, the ghost rider we now discover lies sprawled on the ground, his cap resting alone in one corner.

She giggled at the end. “I got into your head so I could fully see your dreams and explain them better to you. You have been having these awful nightmares because you are yet to accept who you are. You have chosen to hurt yourself believing that your father's death was caused by you. That is NOT true. You are blessed with a gift directly given to you by the Moon goddess. It is a gift that will enable you to control the forces of nature, a blessing so volatile that it could be a deadly curse. Take the scepter, it is yours!!”. The last words rang repeatedly in my head, echoing till I blacked out.

His muscles flexed under his tight shirt and his jaw tightened. "Do you really believe that the only reason I keep you here is because of your parents? I am Damion Night I don't do anything for anyone unless it benefits me and my family. Think about that the next time you want to kill one of my guards and try and run away." With that he turned his back on me and stalked out of the basement.

“No, but I will do you one better. Wait until after dark and I will introduce you to her. I can evoke the spell node at midnight and talk to her.” “I thought you said it doesn’t get dark here.” She said. “It doesn’t, but I can shield the light during the night hours, otherwise, sleeping here would be problematic.” “Why after dark?” She asked. “It’s a night witch spell node. It only works between midnight and six am.” “Black magic!” Loril shrank back. “Black, white, it’s all just magic to me.” He said. “Nothing to be worried about as long as I’m around.”