Nightmare Magician Novels & Stories

“Leo Finch, in town, visiting my brother. My sister’s round about here somewhere as well.” I shook his hand. No magical tingles shot up to my elbow as Ben had feared. “It’s nice to meet you. I’m Harlow Nightingale.” When I said my name, his face morphed again. His mouth dropped open, and he gaped at me, like I’d told him I was Frankenstein’s monster or something. “Wait--you’re Harlow?” he said, letting go of my hand and putting both of his up by his shoulders. “The Harlow Nightingale, Super Mage and all of that?”

Well, at least I finally got something I can do as a mage, right? Water splintered like glistening crystals as I turned and followed the rhythm with precision. I closed my eyes as I continued on my track, there was another smooth splash. Once again, I turned and leaped a little, then faced the audience and opened my eyes. I thought I'd see my expectants watching me in awe. But to my surprise, my line of vision was directed to a pair of unfamiliar pitch black eyes, the darkest shade of black I've ever seen in my whole life.

“Peace be with you, sorcerer. The novice tossed his head, and froze with a long face. Opposite stood a peasant - a slanting sazhen in the shoulders, a short-cut resin beard, a leather apron on his naked body, and his arms and shoulders were all in a scattering of points from chronic burns. The man bowed, and the student of the Citadel looked at how the distant village tyn and the forest behind it were visible through the weightless image... A cold sweat crawled down his back: What happened in this village, if it shows itself during the day? What kind of witchcraft was going on here? “And peace to you, blacksmith,” Tamir responded out of habit, and he froze as he realized that he had heard so

I asked, squinting my eyes trying to get a glimpse of the stranger. “Oh please I know more than your name bunny, I know everything about you” he said taking two more steps. “So you are a stalker then, how long have you been stalking me?” I panicked as I took more steps back. “I’m not a stalker bunny, I’m your nightmare” the voice said and just like the wind he disappeared into the shadows like he was never there, my heart sank into my stomach as his last words echoed in my head. I’m your nightmare.

Gid, I knocked several times—-Ow," he said as he noticed the woman lying on the bed. "Nah, Uncle, I don't even know who she is, believe me," Gideon says, scratching his brow. Sam took a big breath, saying, "Never mind, go fix this and I'll come back to you later." and exited the room. Gideon nodded and looked at the woman. He walked into the bathroom and stared at himself in the mirror, wondering how long he could distract himself from a nightmare he would never forget for the rest of his life. He returned his attention to his body, the scratch on his chest that would never fade.

Once that was no longer the case, he could date whoever he wanted, and I couldn't care less. It was a pity Samuel didn't notice that. He was still banging on the door. I shook my head, put in my earplugs, and went to sleep. It was getting late, and the sleepy bug was catching up to me. Samuel finally ran out of steam about fifteen minutes later, giving the door one final thump in frustration. "You did this first, Noelle. Don't you ever regret this!" Threats wouldn't work on me. I was no longer a kid. I closed my eyes and slept. The next day, I met up with my attorney and served him the papers. I received no response, but I was sure he saw them.

I narrowed my eyes on him. “Our mate?” I ask in bewilderment. I will never forget our mate. How could I? She is the other half of me. ‘You have forgotten her. She is in danger, and you can’t act before you know who she is again.’ “How could I forget our other half, Ash?” ‘Someone used dark magic on you when you were hit on the head in the forest. You need to think back. I am not letting you go before you remember her. Everything will be in grave danger if you do.’ I sigh. My wolf is so stubborn.

[MAGNUS] Tonight is a night for nightmares. Everytime I close my eyes, the faces of all those I’ve lost come to me. Nyra with her dark skin and a smile for which men would give up their kingdoms. My father, his eyes filled with shock and betrayal as the guillotine separates his head from his body. My mother, with my name on her lips, as her eyes close and she abandons me forever.

Exhaustion and the brandy eased my way into a deep sleep. My dreams that night were sticky and wet, filled with pain and blood. The vampire morphed and wore my face while the deer and a small child lay dead at my feet. I woke screaming, sweat pouring off me and my heart pounding in terror. Derek was there with me, sitting on the edge of my bed.

Otherwise the Elementals wouldn’t be this gracious to them. “So who is this person?” Elder Miriam asked, her eyes flashing with hatred. “It’s a boy. His name is Mane,” Magma spoke this time. It seemed that whenever Elder Miriam spoke, Magma was reluctant to let Waska or Rasa address her in his stead. He smiled slightly and rolled the paper into a ball. “And we know where he’s headed.” “Rasa and I shall depart at once,” Waska bellowed. “There is no need for that,” Magma waved his hand and said. “The culprit is only at the Pseudo Nightmare Realm. Send a few Peak Pseudo Nightmare Teams and just to be safe, let the Night Patrol go too.”