Nightmare Magician Novels & Stories

The blood of the magician dripped on his mouth as Charlotte pressed her katana through his body to ensure that he died. "No way! How could a mere magician like you do this to me? Who the hell are you?" "I suppose telling you that I am the third princess of King Solomon and Queen Elizabeth won't leak to anyone since you're about to die." "What? Are you f*cking kidding me? They have no other children aside from-" The magician fell to the ground and died. Charlotte dragged him outside and dumped him in the water. She turned back home and saw Ammon was half naked while eating the food on the table.

A prominent scar had slitted the side of his face, nearly damaging his eye. Lyra Lani had said he was the leader of the NightHunters. Is he the one in one of these. Vanquish, Hunter and I were hunkered behind a bush. Magus was reaching out with wisps of magic none of us could see to feel around the camp. “I think I have him.” He said in a hushed voice from a bush over. “There’s one male clearly more powerful than the rest.” Magus pointed toward the center shack. The largest of them.

It's all real; he's here, a reality that sends chills down my spine. He reaches out to my hand, which is placed over the bed. My heart races with conflicted emotions sparking within me. Anger seeped through, and I screamed, "Don't you dare touch me!" He paused, cold eyes locking onto mine, amusement playing in his dark gaze. His lips curled up at the corner, a sinister expression that sent a shiver down my spine. "Mate," Sasha's voice echoed in my head, a whisper escaping my lips as my strength drained away. "Please let me go," I pleaded, desperate for an escape from this chilling reality.

Chris barely tilted his head toward Night Rider. That was enough. Night Rider moved instantly. An arm hooked around the guard’s throat before the alarm could escape. The body disappeared soundlessly into the shadows. Neither Chris nor his men slowed their pace. Another corridor. Another hidden enemy. One of the cultivators froze abruptly, his expression sharpening. “There’s spiritual fluctua----” The sentence never finished. The moment Chris’s gaze shifted toward Night Mage, a spiritual sigil shot forward and slammed into the cultivator’s chest. The man flew backward like a broken kite before crashing into the concrete wall hard enough to cave it inward.

he asked in a mocking tone. All I could do in response was glare at him. But my thoughts were racing. I kept trying to find a way around his logic. But… the more he spoke, the more I was becoming convinced that what he was saying was right. Damion had no problem filling in the silence. "And do you know what I am going to do with your lovely abilities?" he asked cheerily. The nightmare I had only a few nights prior flashed before my eyes and I squeezed my eyes shut against it. This only seemed to fuel Damion's demented words.

Peter glances back, he looks scared and I understand. Suddenly, out of the corner of my eye I see a fourth horseman standing right in front of us. That takes me by surprise since there have always been only three of them, still, I can react in time to put Juana aside, avoiding being attacked by him and instead I am the one who ends up with a whip around my neck. , an object with which the rider manages to make me fall from the platform to the tracks too hard. On the ground and without the whip on my neck, I see the four horsemen walking through the magical portal, taking Peter Hale with them. I just hope I really survive that and don't run away from town without finding priAngelo my girlfrie

Valerie said as she shuddered. "Yeah. Well, let me get back out there while these are cooking. Don't worry, Val, I'll be careful if that guy comes back in here." "Alright, girl. I'll talk to you later." Tabitha wasn’t going to tell Valerie about the dreams involving Mark. Those were the real nightmares. They had evolved from just him raping her after being with the man she couldn’t see. There were several where he forced himself on her. She shuddered as she thought about those. That was part of her past that she didn’t care to remember.

There was even an incident that a magician of level 20 lost his sanity after forcing his way of using his own mana without the resonance with a deity. In the end, he murdered the parents of a family. That family's 2 children becomes an orphan as a result. And that certain magician goes into hiding. Until now, no one knew what happened to him. But rumors bound to exist. Some said that that magician becomes a demon. And some say he died after he suffered mana exhaustion. No one really knew the truth of what happened to that person after he flees from the scene... However, what he did that time birthed a great desire from a certain person. After all... 'hatred is the best fertilizer to nourish

Rusty dropped to the ground. Following Eric's instructions exactly, he began crawling like a turtle. While crawling, he continued slapping his own face. Within moments, his entire face was beaten to a pulp, completely unrecognizable. This scene left everyone else utterly dumbstruck. Then immediately, they felt their blood run cold with terror. Someone gasped in horror, "Dark magic! It has to be! That guy is using dark magic!" "It's not dark magic, you idiot. That's the legendary Phantom Mirage; it can control people's minds and steal their consciousness."

Three Litians ran up to the noise, two stood by the cage and began to remove protective spells, the third stood further away and conjured a pulsating purple ball in advance, holding it at the ready. As soon as the door opened slightly, and the hieroglyphs began to fade, Baruz and Brook-ta-man rushed at the door, the spell that had not yet completely gone away painfully seared the prisoner's shoulders, but the door opened easily, throwing one of the magicians aside. Lusters immediately grabs a hidden blade from his scythe and immediately throws it at the mage standing farthest away. The blade entered directly between Litzian's eyes. He fell dead on the dusty stones of the floor, the prepared