Nightmare Magician Novels & Stories

But nothing compared to the pair of eyes that stared deep into Cassandra's. "Listen, even I could not tame the Magic Mirror completely, and on the night of the winter solstice, by the light of a blue moon that rises at midnight, it is open to all, which means from the moment the moon enters its quarter until the moment of dawn, anyone can cross over. Koschei the Deathless also knew this, and he is building an army to pass through to the human world. If that happens, death and destruction will follow. Do you know how many evil warlocks, monsters, dark elementals, sorcerei, and supernatural beings there are in the World Beyond? If not all of them, most of them are serving Koschei by now. I was

After the boys had left my room, I went through my bag and pulled out my favorite book, Night Flame, by Catherine Hart. I sat back in my chair by the window, prepared to spend the rest of the afternoon reading when a shiver ran down my spine. I jumped out of my seat and spun around to see a pair of yellow eyes glowing in the corner of the room. As those eyes drew closer to me, I realized that it was Simon, the fae that came to warn me the other day.

I stuck out my tongue before turning off the light and getting back into bed. That night I dreamed of fire. Of burning wood and smoke so thick I couldn't see much of anything. I tried several different spells to dispel the smoke and put out the flames, but my magic didn't work. Brilliantly glowing reds and oranges flashed around me, burning trees to ash, until all that remained was a gray world, with soot filling my lungs so I couldn't breathe. Come to me, Cinderella. His voice cut through the dreariness and despair, filling my veins and sinews with something akin to a purpose.

I was going to stay here and regain my powers until it was time to face them again. *** Martha’s POV I stood up to clean the blood from my mouth. I had to get rid of this man before he grew more powerful. I could feel the dark magic emanating from him. No wonder he had refused to come to me. He didn’t want me to know his secrets and I had underestimated him and his abilities. He was not a werewolf as I had earlier thought. He was a magician. I should have known better. “Did you really think I wanted your permission to get this land?” he laughed. “I could have gotten it through your blood if I wanted. In fact, that valley is now mine. I will destroy it and have it for myself.”

The magician clicked his tongue, “If you know how many of my precious pets that had been destroyed by your brother then you wouldn’t say that to me. Do you not know how difficult it was to go against a whole village of werewolves?” “Werewolves, so they are real,” Shawn frowned at the peace of news. “I didn’t believe you when you said there are more creatures like Dominic at first but how do you feel to lose after spouting such confident statement that it would be easy to go against my brother?” The magician took his words as an offense but couldn’t say anything in response as it was true that he had failed his mission. “It was because of that woman,” scoffed the magician. “She is one of us b

"Peggy, I called you in today to discuss the details of your report." Just that one sentence from the nightmarish voice was enough to summon the fear that had haunted my countless midnight awakenings. I hid the knife behind me and turned around. It was Wyatt, but not the man from my memories. This Wyatt looked more like a monster born from my fear. His face sagged crookedly, drool trickled from the corners of his twisted lips, and his bulging eyes burned bright and deranged. I took two steps back. I should have seen it sooner from the gentle ghosts, familiar classroom, detailed clues… Everything had gone way too smoothly.

“Your existence is my hell and I’ll never forgive you till the day I die. I curse you, Natalia! I curse you! I curse you! I curse you! DIE!” He stomped on her hands and she was unable to hang on again, falling freely into what she came to see as a pool of carcasses. As soon as she hit the ground, her eyes opened. “NO!” Marvis was cradling her gently. When Nightmares became a regular visitor to her subconsciousness, he would hold her and cradle her like a child. He wouldn’t let go until she was breathing properly. This time, he knew it was different. Her breath was erratic and she was sleep talking. The room was heating up, a side effect of her magic trying to protect her body.

Beneath a crimson sky, three colossal pyramids rose from the desert, their tips burning with a black flame. At the center of a ritual circle stood a man cloaked in scarlet and gold — the Magus whose name the stars refused to remember. Around him, hundreds knelt in terror as he raised a blade carved from obsidian and bone. With one stroke, he opened his own palm and let the blood drip into a basin carved with wolf sigils and the eyes of witches. His voice thundered across the sands. “From spirit and night, I summon thee!” The blood hissed, turning into a vortex of smoke and shadow. From its heart, something began to take form — tall, lean, carved from the dark itself.

So much like her mother… So different from her father… And then, surprisingly, the raven-black figure of his father, devoid of feelings, appeared with total clarity in his mind. He would no longer be the lonely son of Brechtal Drichey, priest of the god of death. It would be Viktor Drichey, the master magician. Yes, he liked that definition. Curled up under the rough fur blanket on the thin straw pallet of his bed, he mentally repeated the title over and over as sleep overcame him. Yes. Viktor Drichey, the Master Magician. And then, as sleep finally took hold of him, one last obsessive image appeared in her mind and dreams of him.

He just didn't want to see it. Now, on the forty-first night, the nightmare is worse than ever. His face is turning pale. His lips are blue. In his dream, he is drowning. I can feel it—the terror radiating from his small body like heat from a furnace. His heartbeat is a drum. His breath is a thread about to snap. I want to help him. I want to wake him up. I want to flip him over. But the blanket is pulled tight. And the rule is absolute.