Night Wizerd Novels & Stories

Ezra had also received his opponent's wild declaration of war. He closed his eyes slightly, speculating on his opponent's exact direction. Windy and Nolan also heard howls filled with declarations of war. The instincts of a Wolf warrior didn't let them have the slightest thought of backing down. They both spun in unison as they flew in Ezra's direction. All the creatures in the forest are afraid to return to their lair because the mystic declares war. The forest was suddenly frighteningly silent, and it was possible to see the danger lurking in that atmosphere.

Pick your poison: Lose Control ~ Teddy Swims Neon ~ Livingston Architect ~ Livingston Shane The walls are closing in, reality and dream collide as I glare at the closed door that served as a barrier between me and the witch who has enchanted my soul from the very fucking beginning. It’s impossible to keep my breathing quiet as I struggle for air. She’d hear my rasps, my gulps, if not for the running water. Gripping my chest, gravity yanks and I fall to my knees.

“We could try…but I don’t know how we’re going to get close to that thing. Wendigos are perfect hunters.” “So are vampires.” I look from Lucas to the wendigo and pray my warding will hold. The thing has to be nearly seven feet tall with razor sharp teeth and huge claws. “They’re not just fast and strong,” I start. “They have some powers.” The wendigo charges again, and I throw up my hands, muttering the incantation over again. “Elementals vocationem ore exíbit gládis acútus: hanc domun praesidio! Custodrie moneia malo!” A shockwave of magic erupts from the circle I cast, knocking the wendigo to the ground. Pissed off, it gets up and looks like it’s going to run at us again, but it turns and

Ezra explained. “What the fuck is night spice?” She asked. “How does it work?” I also asked, finally finding my voice. Ezra inhaled and exhaled. “The night spice is a deadly sleeping poison, and it mostly works on werewolves. When sprayed on the body like perfume, it works most by hugging your intended victim; the minute they sniff it, that's the end for them. The victim will fall into a deep sleep for as long as thirty minutes. The only problem is that the after-effects are dangerous to the brain. But I am glad we have gotten that out of the way.”

The council went into a pin drop silence, looking at themselves in utter confusion. “You have no right to speak about me like I am a piece of trash about to be discarded. Whispering among yourselves like children instead of brainstorming about the issue like MATURED MEN”. My voice echoed in every corner of the hall, I did not know I could be this loud. “My name is Alcinder, Son of Fenrir, a true descendant of the pure blood of Alparos. I swear before the moon goddess, the lycanthropes, and every living thing thereof, by the Gods, I WILL FIND MY WOLF and rule Alparo. For Alparo.”

Enough of the long story,my name is Natasha Gabriel, I'm 18 and very pretty with a body to die for. Back to the situation on ground,I dragged the only belonging I have managed to get although my 18 years on earth. I dragged them through the lone road leading to my work place,a restaurant where I worked as a waitress. I just hope Miss Lauretta let me pass the night.Today is gonna be a long night.... . .

She had to remain Hae Jae-Woo and fix this. So, she clenched her fist and marched after the nerdy one. The boy ahead of her glided down the cool halls making no sound as his shoes touched the hard floor. His steps were like that of a ghost, soundless and he radiated a mature air that did not fit his childish and nerdish appearance. Which one is he? Why hadn't she paid attention to her brother when he spoke of Nightide? The only other thing she could remember besides the band name was their names, but she could not remember whose name belonged to whom.

Wardric's actions astounded the audience. Wardric exclaimed, "I know what you're doing, or at least how you're doing it, and I'm not going to utilise the grimoire any longer!" He rushed forward, shooting a trail of burning fire that danced across the concrete floor, charring it as it approached Norval. Norval reacted immediately by grabbing for another vial and crushing it in his palm, but Wardric slid beneath Norval's reach and drew out a vial that stood out from the rest. It was labelled ‘Neutralizer' and had a green lining on the glass walls. Wardric pulled it from his utility belt and thrust it into the other hand of Norval. He seized Norval's palm with both hands and crushed it, smashin

However, he made no further comment towards the idiosyncrasy as he went on to explain, “Yes, most you have heard of are located here within the Alliance. However, the Night Gate, along with its protector, were destroyed upon the Alliance’s creation.” Gates, the original source of all wizards’ and witches' powers, were a truth that had since been reduced to legend long ago. Deemed one of the Alliance’s secrets, Cazer could only confess to knowing the whereabouts of one Gate in particular: The Night Gate. The information only divulged to him when he had become Director of the Night Gate for the purposes of safeguarding its position, Cazer was clearly in violation of his vow as he revealed its

“I do not mean you. I mean the Alpha of Moon’s Wrath pack. Looking at you now, I can’t see him.” Ziason huffs, then chortles, while Zeedar stands like a soldier at the threshold, his hands sucked in by the pockets of his suit pants. “You’ve not been the same since my return, brother,” the ambassador adds. “Even a blind man can see that something is wrong. Let me help you. Hm?” “What do you think is my problem, then?” Ziason asks the moment he stops chortling. Zeedar passes the threshold into the gym, now standing beside the lying Ziason. “The witch and the wolf girl. They changed you. They ruined you.”