Night Wizerd Novels & Stories

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 utilize 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 labeled ‘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, smashing

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.”

AZEL WHITMORE I sit in the back of the transport-van, the rhythmic hum of the engine doing nothing to settle the wolf pacing under my skin. My MoonNet feed is a blur of blue light, the screen reflecting in my pupils as I stare at my own post. The audio file I leaked—the one of Ezekiel Thornhart, the Warlord of the northern packs, literally telling me to swallow my pride and bow to a foster-brat just to save her from public ridicule—is playing on a loop across the entire territory.

Wiz, one of their ruling nobility: beautiful, lethal, and merciless. He was young—or at least what I could see of his face seemed young. His nose, cheeks, and brows were covered by an exquisite golden mask embedded with emeralds shaped like whorls of leaves. Some absurd High Wiz fashion, no doubt. It left only his eyes—looking the same as they had in his beast form, strong jaw, and mouth for me to see, and the latter tightened into a thin line. “You should eat something,” he said. Unlike the elegance of his mask, the dark green tunic he wore was rather plain, accented only with a leather baldric across his broad chest. It was more for fighting than style, even though he bore no weapons I co

A basic graduate degree seemed to carry very little weight among these wolves. Thalia waved her clawed hand dismissively, letting out a sharp bark of laughter. "Let them stack their academic scrolls until they touch the timber rafters; not a single one of those scholars could map half the runic paths your mind commands. Your wolf is Nighthowl’s absolute secret weapon!" The Wraithfang Recon Unit blueprints my mind had calculated five winters past had already paralyzed the rival borders.

"Stop. Did you feel that?" Raven hugged her own body. "Like... something is crawling on my skin." The floor of the hallway made a subtle cracking sound, like ice beginning to grow from within the stone. In the distance, the lights of the hanging torches slowly extinguished one by one, creating a layered darkness that moved closer. Valtorius grasped his wand. "He's awake..." "Who?" whispered Raven, her voice choked. "Something even the Last Watchers dare not mention. They call him... The Night Watcher."

NICK ZANDER Born under ‘WISE’, he came from the alternate life of Chikyuu under the star of Virgo, to who possess the ability of a wise General, but a hard-headed doll added with the instinct of the 'Tiger' as a fused aggressive Chimera serving their God. Seeking knowledge with his thirst to find out the origin of the loops, he soon finds himself trapped into the perfect cube he created, which leads him into the arms of the maiden that encircle them all into the tragic fate and wants of their played life and unfortunate destiny.

I said to her softly, then she put her head back down on my shoulder. Mysterious Woman “You know for the one assigned to end me you sure are a heavy sleeper,” The Wizard whispered to the quiet space of my room. “I woke up the second you put a foot on the top step,” I sleepily replied to him. I didn’t fall asleep because there were too many people in the house. “Oh, you have sensors,” he asked me. “No. I just know when someone is creeping up on me,” I replied sleepily and turned towards him. “Are you here for your payment,” I asked him as I slid the covers off my body. I heard his breath catch as he caught sight of what I was sleeping in. I was unsure what his real intentions were, but I knew