Night Wizard Novels & Stories

Liora demanded, her voice quivering. The figure's lips curled into a sinister smirk. "You may call me Nocturna. And dear guardians, you're too late." She held up an obsidian mirror, its surface rippling like liquid, revealing distorted visions of Meranthia's landscapes being engulfed in darkness and chaos.

The gaurd was admitted to the ward where a seemingly unassuming lad handled the admission procedures and delivered a note and a bank card that was specially addressed to the chief plastic surgeon. The note read- This order comes from the Night Lord- The man before you needs a makeover. Destroy his records once you are done. No one should be able to trace him down. This card is your reward. Any flaws and I will be visiting you. At the same time, the authorities reached the forest as requested by Night Wing; they were hoping to rub shoulders with the Night Lord and establish a relationship. However, they were destined to be disappointed. Chris was almost home, he had promised his dear wife tha

The warrior on the left fastened rune cuffs to the wizard’s wrists; a small speck of white light pierced the darkness, then faded. “Hold him!” Tavien commanded. The wizard spat, his eyes sharpening toward me. “Little Luna, too bold,” he hissed. “Do you think fire can consume fire?” “The fire I speak of is not yours,” I replied flatly. “And you were not invited.” He chuckled—short, dismissive. “You will still come to my candles.” Tavien didn’t give him a chance for a second sentence. One clean, measured blow. The wizard’s jaw snapped; his body swayed then collapsed, unconscious. Silence fell, quickly.

Death had claimed me again. At least once a week, I endured these horrendous night terrors. Without seeing them, I could sense my Elysian guardians. Nyx, my white guardian lion, walked over to check on me. I extended one hand to massage his head through the mane of his hair as he huffed, inquiring about my mental status. While my guardian bald eagle, Zuzu, sat on her perch stand observing the interaction. Finally, my delusional brain caught up with my chagrin reality.

"Their patrols have been concentrated on the northern border since the incident at Winterfell. They are expecting an attack from that direction." "They are expecting an attack from the direction I want them to expect." I said, turning back to face him. "What about the wizard? Has he sent word about the ritual?" "Not yet. He said he would need three nights to prepare. Tonight is the second night." Two nights ago, Aetos had begun the ritual to upgrade Adrian's curse. The wizard had found a way to trigger the beast without a full moon, to reach through the twin bond that connected us and twist it into something that would make my brother lose control at any time, not just when the moon was high

I sit up, smiling at him, and he gives a slight smile, "Sleep," I murmur, and he's out like a light just like that. I shake my head, still contemplating bathing, but I'm comfortable lying atop him. I must have fallen asleep because I woke up to darkness. The wraiths are surrounding us, whispering and hissing their unclear words. I scramble off him, jumping off the bed and backing away until my back hits the wall. They become one, transforming into a tall, faceless man-monster made of dark smoke, with long limbs, arms, and legs, towering over me. As its mouth opens wide, it hisses in my face. A roar rips through the room, and a lion cub, slightly bigger than the leopard cub that appeared last

She was told, her whole life, that she was broken. A wolf who couldn't shift. A healer's helper with no voice of her own. Aurelia Vane learned to stay quiet, take up little space, never hope for more. Then the Lycan King rejects her in front of his entire court. Draeven Thorne never makes mistakes. But when his wolf claims the quiet healer as his fated mate, he panics — and humiliates her in front of every pack, calling her protection. The rejection doesn't break the bond. Instead, a black mark blooms beneath her collarbone. Her wolf wakes up for the first time. And Council leader Malric Drake goes still — because he knows exactly who she is: the last of the Noctari, a bloodline he perso

Vador sighed as Aleister entered the study. "Call Alizon," Aleister said."Call her now" "Yes? You called for me,"a lady in white appeared.She had a white mark running from her hair down to her forehead,her hair was black. Alizon was a white witch,she was also Vador's godmother who stayed in the east empire disguised as an old lady.She was King Alarie's younger sister who was not killed when the dark witches had attacked because they didn't know about her. Only Vador and Aleister knew about her,she was a very powerful witch with healing powers and the ability to summon souls.

The wizard doesn't know the light or the darkness between the two because they're switched already then he takes them and rides at that dawn heading to the ancient temple but on his way he saw the third priest lying dead on the ground. The wizard used all the magic he knows to wake him up but it's too late and the priest's body is cold already. Wizard proceed with his journey just five miles before he would get to the temple then he saw the temple collapsing. Before he could reach there it has already collapsed. Thunderstrike on the ground. Besides the temple and write on the floor that; The Temple Will Rise Again The Day Peace will be born. The wizard read it and was confused because he nev

Nick, with his pale face, white hair, and blue eyes, looked at him questioningly. "Isn't that normal, Nick? Especially if he finds out..." Pierre bared his fangs, his face turning frightening. Scott was shocked and moved even further away from them. "You made him stand in the middle of the road, Pierre!" Nick shook his head. “No problem, Your Highness. I have enchanted this path,” said Darius Ardelean, the witch. “Hmm, that’s good. And considering you came here yourself, this is getting even more… interesting.”