Night Wizerd Novels & Stories

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

Cassandra looked at the owl, who soberly inclined her head. "Yes," said the owl. "Now sit down and shut up." Cassandra reluctantly obeyed. "I have a long story to tell and a short time in which to tell it," the owl began. "I have no more time for foolishness, so listen carefully. You and your world are going to end." "Huh? My world?" said Cassandra with a raised brow. "Yes, pay attention, because on the night of the winter solstice, the mirror will be open to all, and Czar Koschei can come through. And he will come through, too, unless Vasilisa can get here first and close him out."

I'm quiet because I actually feel guilty about all of this, I feel like I would have been able to do something. “No, that's not it, mom. I'm not scared of the news, and I will not get any nightmares,” I say and mom smiles. “Goodnight honey!” mom says and I wave, “Goodnight mom,” I say. She flips my light switch off and darkness floods the entire room. I turn off my phone and now I'm in absolute darkness, the kind of darkness where I can't even tell whether I'm lying or standing. After a few seconds of counting sheep, I fade. into my subconscious, gradually.

Liam’s POV The blaring sirens came first, cutting through the uneasy quiet of the early morning. My heart sank immediately. I had known the city was restless, the whispers were growing louder, but I had never expected this level of intrusion. Before I could make sense of it, a team of officers in full tactical gear stormed the front of my building. Their eyes scanned. “Liam Harris,” one of them barked. “You’re under arrest for questioning regarding the death of Aurora Nobi.”

Drake winked at me as another couple stepped onto the stage. "We're pleased to announce that the awards are almost over and we saved the best for last. Here are the nominations for this year's best male performance overall. Will Peretti." A clip played on the screen and I was mesmerized that we were basically watching porn in a giant auditorium together. "Wesley Tri-leg." Another clip played. "Ryan Smuts." Again, another clip played. "DrakeHudson." I turned my face away as his clip played on the screens.

I stayed with Justin throughout the morning. Luckily for him the wraiths had improved. They were faster and more precise and could even doge slightly. For being soul spirits of the deceased they had improved greatly. At around midday Justin waved the wraiths off. “They are doing better.” I spoke carefully watching him dunk a bucket of water over his head. “Not good enough. They need to not hesitate. Kill faster and more cleaner.” Justin paused “If they are not ready by Summer Solstice, Eric will not let it go lightly.”

they chorused. I shut my bedroom door and flopped onto the bed for a second, staring at the email again. Holy crap. This was happening. For once, life was throwing me a win. A massive, life-changing win. This is the best day of my life. *...*...*...*...*...* ETHAN ♠ This is the worst day of my life. I’m sprawled on my bed with my controller in hand, mid-match in Valorant, when Mom bursts through my door without knocking.

Crack! A bolt of lightning suddenly split the night sky in half. The pale white light flashed across my blurred vision, illuminating the Apple Watch that had just been exposed beneath my torn sleeve. In the flickering darkness, I couldn’t see his face clearly—only a massive shadow collapsing over me, accompanied by a ravenous, cackling laugh. A razor-sharp current of cold air sliced through the wind toward me. Before I could even register it, my wrist was seized by a rough, filthy hand and yanked violently.

I blinked as a ray of sunlight came through the window. My eyes not yet fully open, my right hand reached for the gadget on the nightstand, fingering it lightly to see the time. When the flat black object was successfully grasped in my hand, I saw that it was exactly 6:15 am. It was still too early for me to get up. I usually set my alarm for 7 am, then head out to help prepare Gavin's family breakfast.

“What are you talking about? Who are you?” Nadia’s laughter filled the air, a sound that chilled their bones and seemed to reverberate through the very trees around them. “I was Nadia, once. But now, I am WildWood. I am the hunger, the darkness, the force that calls to all who dare venture into these woods. And I have called you here, just like the others before you.” Grace took a shaky step back, her heart pounding so hard she felt it in her throat. “We need to leave. Now,” she pleaded, her voice breaking.