Nightmare Magician Novels & Stories

I could feel the tremor in her fingers, and it took everything in me not to pull her into my arms and promise her that everything would be fine. Because I wasn’t sure it would be. Then the magician turned to me fully. “And you,” he said. Something in his tone made my chest tighten. “You must let go of your desire for revenge against Darius.” My jaw hardened instantly. Gina’s grip on my hand tightened further. “…Why?” I asked, the word laced with anger I didn’t bother hiding. The magician’s eyes darkened slightly. “Because the Moon Goddess has already begun her own vengeance,” he said. “And it will be far more merciless than anything you can offer.”

he gritted out. Ignoring the confused calls behind him, he strode toward the exit. Not toward Rita—never toward Rita—but past her, close enough to catch the hurt flash in her eyes when he didn't so much as glance her way. The guilt twisted sharp in his gut, but he pushed forward. If this was magic, he'd break it. If it wasn't... Then what? his wolf challenged. Nathan shoved through the library doors with too much force. He didn't care. He'd tear apart every damn book on witchcraft if he had to.

“I suggest we rest. Tomorrow we meet at five in the morning at the outdoor arena to test your powers—earlier is better. We still want to keep your magic hidden for now.” I agreed, we exchanged quiet goodbyes, and the lounge soon emptied. But sleep did not come. The nightmare returned. I was running barefoot through endless darkness. Panic clawed at my throat. Then—like before—a hand reached into the void, pulling me toward the light. I didn’t see the face, didn’t hear a name. Only that touch—steady, warm, heartbreakingly familiar.

There was no traces of Blanche, and Magician had never fall In love In his live, and he always said that he doesn't like opposite gender, But he doesn't know what came over him that made him developed Interest In Blanche, and he shouted on top of his voice, and said, Blanche, Blanche, Blanche, I love you, please, don't get married untill we meet again, and I promised, I won't get married to another girl, but you,” Magician said, Immediately the magician made the covenant, wild wind began, the sea roared, all the trees In the forest bowls, and there's a treble voice that said, “vows accept, your vows must be betrayed, “Where are you Blanche,?“ Magician asked, “You can't see her anytime soon,

I'd seen her and shrank back around a corner, trembling as I'd clutched at the wall, silently begging it to open up and swallow me whole, mould me into the brick and cement and hold me there so I didn't have to face her ever again. It was her who recoiled this time. 'Hello, mum,' I said, cheerfully. Maggie Brogan, my nemesis, my own personal demon, my mother, shrank back, curling inwards as if she'd been punched, as she looked in turn at the three people she'd found on her doorstep. 'Who the fuck is it, Mags? Tell them to piss off,' a slurred voice called out. I'd have recognised that voice anywhere.

Just smart enough to extinguish any traces before he could get into it and destroy their system in return. Another loud crashing sound catches his attention. This time Damon flips the mortuary bed upside down and clutters the tools he uses for torturing people. A bolt cutter speared into the air, spinning so fast in his direction, and hit the two-way mirror separating them. The impact was so strong that it created a webbing fracture on the surface. Damon let out a resonating scream, finding nothing else to throw, he diverted his attention to himself, pulling his hair like a madman. He’s starting to destruct himself, which he could no longer allow.

Finally, things are back on track, and then Archer will have no choice but to marry me. ****** Archer–POV After Dr. Yasim shared the shocking news that the Nightmare spell trapped Lavina in sleep and couldn't wake up unless the spell caster either died or released her, fear gripped me. "I'm going to find this jerk and kill him," I hissed. "I'm with you," Leo said, his eyes blazing with anger. James looked at us, attempting to use his power to free Lavina, but his efforts were in vain. The spell was deeply entrenched in dark, ancient magic, unfamiliar to him.

The skeleton paused, shifting on its feet, neither attacking nor dropping its guard. “What did you say?” I whispered. The wind carried its scent to me, the smell of meat gone bad tangled with the sharp spice of an unfamiliar magic. I had thought that I had seen nightmare made real in Clareath’s court, but this… This would haunt my dreams, I was sure. “I know his maker,” Rivyn replied. “She is a friend of mine.” “Someone made this monster?” I was appalled. Rivyn laughed, stepping back to my side and returning his arm around me comfortingly. “Ecaeris is a necromancer. She would be my brother’s betrothed, were we of mankind. Their arrangement is more... informal, however.”

I glare up at him, daring to challenge his hungry eyes even if it's one against five. "You won't touch anything." I hold his gaze, irritated that I have to crane my neck to see his face. Being short is a damn curse. He chuckles and nods at his friends, who appear behind him with scary-looking smiles aimed at me. "That's where you are wrong, kitten," The guy with the shades says, smiling wickedly. His lips are cruel. "We are five against one, and last time I checked, you aren't good at using your magic against werewolves—I saw alpha Blake repel your magic. Now, we aren't as strong as an alpha, but we are still five people."

But the second that Cassidy saw Aaron on the ground, something switched inside of her, too. “You fucking bitch!” Cassidy shrieked, the same rage that Jo felt coursing through her own veins present in her aunt. An intense blast of blue light filled the room, as if every element of magic the Hybrid had within her was unleashed all at the same time. Jo heard it sizzle past her as it sent its blinding light out across the room, knocking all of the Vampires and Assassins between Cassidy and Holland aside and sending the Vampire Queen into the wall behind her with a sharp, thwack.