Night Wizerd Novels & Stories

“And your friend… he’s no longer just Carter Fisher.” A cold chill slithered down my spine. I swallowed hard, but my voice came out as barely a whisper. “Then what is he?” The Wizard met my gaze—steady, unblinking. "The beginning of the Wicked.” “He wouldn’t give in to that,” I bit out, the words laced with disbelief. “Carter’s stronger than that—he wouldn’t let something like this take him.” The Wizard exhaled a slow, weary sigh, his pipe smoke curling in the dim light. “Child…” His tone had changed—softer, almost pitying. “He hasn’t told you anything, has he?”

The weight of command pressed on him, yet in that burden lay a fierce determination to protect his family at all costs. Inside the central strategy hall, Zuri gathered with the pack’s senior advisors and trusted lieutenants. The room, lit by flickering torches and the soft glow of polished maps, buzzed with a charged urgency. “Brothers and sisters,” she began, her voice steady and resolute, “we stand at the threshold of a final test. The Nightshroud—those who seek to resurrect the old, secretive ways and sow division—are advancing. This is not merely another battle; it is a defining moment for our unity. Tonight, we make our stand.”

With the barrier in place, they set out to find the hunters' hideout, determined to rescue Elizabeth. The witch's presence was a game-changer. As they neared the hunters' camp, she cast a spell that cloaked them in shadows, allowing them to approach undetected. Once in position, she whispered another incantation, and the hunters' weapons began to disintegrate, their silver blades and crossbows crumbling into dust.

The moment he stepped closer to me, I realized this could never be a police officer. Police officers are not usually this handsome and fit. Fuck, I couldn't believe who I was seeing. Bishop! The Managing Director at Wet Nights Club. Wet Nights is an elite club for mostly the top citizens of the states. I've been hearing about Wet Nights and I've dreamt of working at the club as a performer because I heard they pay their dancers very high. But it's not easy to get a job at Wet Nights. Though, it's a popular club but it held a lot of secrets, secrets that shouldn't be known outside the club. Due to their delicate nature of treating their clients with secrecy, they're being extremely careful ab

Every ward on the citadel flared, screamed, and shattered in a single heartbeat. Then he stepped out of the air itself. Caedrin. The same ancient wizard who’d offered Lyra’s virginity for a cure all those months ago, only now he was taller, cloaked in living shadow, eyes twin violet suns. Behind him the Red Hollow army parted like curtains, revealing twenty thousand wolves on their knees, heads bowed in worship. His voice rolled over the walls like thunder made of honey and graves. “Children of fang and moon, your time of waiting ends tonight.

Abigail's POV When I heard his voice, it was cool, a familiar voice, but I couldn't tell where I had heard it before. He looked at me as if asking if I wanted Asher to stay. I gave a nod, approving of Asher's decision. "Do I know you?" I asked, this time more curious to know who this mysterious man was. "My name is Zed. I am a Wizard who is in charge of the magic world, " he replied, but this wasn't the answer I was expecting.As if reading my mind, he continued, "This isn't our first encounter, Lady Abigail. When you were

I stepped up to the microphone first, heart pounding. “My name is Professor Zira Voss. I am twenty-nine years old. For several months, I was the anonymous patron known as Obsidian Queen on a private cam platform. I tipped generously and engaged in explicit conversations with the performer known as Shadowed Knight. I did not know his real identity until he became my student.” The room exploded with noise. I held up my hand.

I tell myself as I get out of bed I looked in the mirror and saw I was back to normal, but naked. I picked out another outfit which was jeans, black flats, a tank top, and a cardigan. I left my room and went downstairs into the kitchen to find something to eat. I bend down looking in the fridge until a hand lands on my butt and I stand up. A guy I hadn't seen before was standing behind me but based on the way he was built and his aura, he was a God. He had white fluffy wings and blonde hair with emerald green eyes. "What the hell?" I ask him

The Night Calling I remember the first time I heard whispers about the night calling. It was a phrase that moved through the boys in The Boss’s shop like smoke—everyone knew it existed, everyone respected it, but no one dared explain what it meant. I was still new then, still washing soap suds off Mercedes wheels with hands that trembled from the memory of blood. Sandra Danso’s face hadn’t left me, not for a second, and the weight of her death clung to me like a shadow I could never shake.

“I guess I have to go,” I said quickly. I foolishly took steps at a normal human speed. As a result, Justin managed to stop me again and get in my way. “Are you a wolvire?” Justin asked suddenly. I looked at him confused. “My name is Bara, not Wolvire.” Justin patted his forehead like he was out of mind because of my foolishness. “I mean ‘wolvire’; stands for wolf-vampire.”