Nightmare Magician Novels & Stories

At this point, everyone was shocked and realized that Maguire’s had really been killed via this kind of unbelievable method. It turned out that after Alex arrived, he was really motionless and it allowed Alex to decapitate him. Nobody knew that it was because Maguire was completely immersed in the nightmare and could not free himself after being interfered by the Great Nightmare Spell. More importantly, Alex’s Great Nightmare Spell contained multiple nightmares that he could not guard against. “A sworn enemy? You won’t stand a chance!”

" I clenched my jaw and blocked another blow. Garrick, don't be a jerk. The realization was profound. Their purpose was not to merely attack the Nightclaw pack. For me, they were present. Additionally, if they were to come to help me, Evans was in greater danger than I initially believed. I turned, avoiding a blade that was headed for my ribs. The Nightclaw warriors were putting up a fierce fight, but the Eclipse warriors fought like phantoms, striking and vanishing while my pack fell around me. Evans had to get to me. However, something cold curled around my ankle before I could move. I paused when I looked down. A thick, pulsating, black tendril had snaked up my leg, dragging me downward.

I know, I made my family a crazy one about me. After searching for a week, we didn’t find anything, but I could say that we learnt many strange things about magic, like the werewolves, if they are faced with a dark magician, they will destroy their hearts completely, because a dark magician uses blood sacrifices to cast spells, he wants to make sure that his spell will work even after his death, so in destroying the heart the magic will stop in operating itself and the spell cast will disappear. It is something that I didn’t know about before. It may come in handy, because who knows William might be sending dark mages as assassins to kill me.

They used explosives, abilities, talismans and had already called for their meditating magician colleague to come help. This magician had a thing for solitude and so they could not reach him through his cellphone. Two of them quickly went in search of him. Unfortunately, too much had gone down before he could be found. The men (and women) at the door entered aggressively and saw a frozen Larry by the door and pieces of black blooded flesh and intestines. There was confusion on their faces. Why was the pieces of their boss black? The magician arrived. He slowly walked to the front, talisman in one hand, a wand in another.

MY HEAD WAS IN pain because it felt like someone was pulling my mind tighter and tighter, and if they didn't let go soon, it was going to snap. I couldn't do anything about it either since I was still under the nightmare Master’s control, performing for these rich socialites or should I say sadistic assholes. Well, I'm not performing that is the job for the freaks that the night remaster sends me. What Doc doesn't realize is that his ability works, and where most of them are freaks, the nightmare master can't stand the sight of, since they are useless. So he sends them here to perform for these assholes.

That is the strangest thing I have ever thought in my life. That familiar itch starts to spread across my neck, down my chest to my stomach. It itches so bad, I pull up my shirt and when I do, I scream out into the empty dark room that is lit only by the moonlight and a single nightlight over by the entrance. Daring to look down again, I see that where I had just scratched, is a gaping wound and there is a maggot crawling out of it. I hear a noise from behind me and when I turn on my heels, I watch as the same man from before stands about a foot taller than I am and is staring right into my eyes. He opens his mouth and states, “You have finally awakened. Good.”

[Welcome to Eternal Nightmare. Survival is victory.] The cold, robotic female voice blasted through the dark while I was sprawled on the couch doomscrolling. The next second, a white flash nuked my vision and forced my eyes shut. When I opened them again, my living room had straight-up rage quit and turned into a blood-red wasteland. "Okay, what the hell?" I squinted and spotted my six-foot-two husband, Adrian Chase, already doing the whole protective-dad thing with one arm around our son.

The virgins continued humming softly the entire time, their eyes lifted toward the open ceiling where the Blood Moon glowed brightly above us. The deeper the ritual went, the heavier the air around us became. Then the priest pressed the camel’s teeth gently against our foreheads. The instant he did, power rushed through me so violently that my breath caught. It felt as though my soul had been pulled out of my body. Suddenly, I was no longer standing inside the hall. Instead, I could see Dominic’s massive gray wolf standing before Hazel, both of them staring intensely at each other beneath the crimson glow of the Blood Moon.

The three magic Knights Leaders went out of the portal and stood on the three chairs placed on the sides of the King’s chair. “And let’s welcome our Kingdom’s Magic Leader, King Magnus!” everyone rose from their seats to welcome the King. King Magnus is a fire mage, my father met with him once and I remembered that his aura is as tremendous as my father. He talked to me before and he was really kind but he’s aura is just so powerful that even though he showed kindness towards me, I still kept a distance.

Bouncing the ball of flame on his palm three times, it started to float high above out heads, illuminating the place just enough for the two of us. I got a better look at my companion. He had grey hair and a large scar across his neck. Looked like a failed attempt to slit his throat. He has a lean body frame and some small tattooes on his fingers. They looked like triangles, but with all the blood loss I couldn't be sure. "Pepper is really gonna kill me this time. I told her you wouldn't---" "Wouldn't come back with another inury?" "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!" the man's scream bonked me awake.