Wizeman Nights Novels & Stories

When the door shut, she ripped her wrist from his hand. "What do you want?" she growled. He pushed her by her shoulders to the wall. "Listen to me, you little brat, I have a lot riding on that boy. If he doesn't perform, Nightide will be furious. Do you even know who they are?" Hae Mina glared at him but shook her head. She had never paid much attention to Hae Jae-Woo when he spoke of them. She only knew they were currently popular and making a lot of money.

Ethan's resolve to protect his pack and maintain peace with the humans was tested in ways he couldn't have anticipated. As tensions escalated between the werewolves and humans, skirmishes became more frequent, each encounter leaving wounds—physical and emotional. One fateful night, Ethan led a scouting mission near the edge of their territory, hoping to gather intelligence on human movements. The air was thick with tension as they navigated through dense woods, wary of ambushes. Suddenly, the forest erupted in chaos as arrows flew from the shadows, catching them off guard.

Liam's blue eyes glowed with the determination to rescue Isa as he strategically outmaneuvered his opponent. In a final, decisive move, Liam delivered a series of powerful blows, leaving the mysterious werewolf battered and defeated. The rain intensified, washing away the bloodstains on the road. With a triumphant howl, Liam signaled his victory, watching as the defeated werewolf retreated into the shadows of the forest, escaping the night.

The Children of the Blessed were idiots; they were fools. "Other than more recruits for me, and you staying well away from the wall, we have no idea what all these attacks mean," the mercenary continued. Particularly if the High Wiz begin to show up— or, worse still, one of the High Lords. They would make the virelya appear to be canines. I examined her rough, scarred hands, which were dried out by the weather. "Have you ever encountered a different kind of Witch?" "You don't want to know, girl—not unless you want to be hurling up your breakfast," she said as her eyes closed.

His mother huffed but softened, already drifting toward the food table with Ingrid in tow—no doubt plotting their imaginary wedding again. Nathan exhaled, rolling his shoulders. The pack’s energy usually grounded him. Tonight, it itched under his skin. Because halfway across the city, a witch with storm-kissed magic was laughing with her friends—and he wasn’t there to hear it.

Marcus interjected, and I kicked him under the table. Don’t get involved, I mouthed, and Marcus rolled his eyes. “Yeah well, he can’t control everyone,” someone else said. “Doesn’t mean all Darkstars are low lives.” “Yeah, just most of them,” another said with a chuckle. “Either way, I heard Nicholas’s ball is cancelled.” “I don’t know why anyone would want to go to any of his parties anyways.”

)) ( I Samuel Wiseman hereby accept the role of Beta handed down to me by the former Beta Justin Caine of the Midnight Lunar Pack ) You could feel the shift in the air as the power passed from Justin onto Sam [[ do you Ebony Beddan Wiseman swear to be faithful to this pack and pledge your loyalty to the Alpha, Luna and the people of this pack as the Beta Female? ]] [ I Ebony Beddan Wiseman hereby swear to fulfill my duties as Beta Female and pledge my loyalty to the Alpha, Luna and people of the Midnight Lunar pack ]

Lozark raises his palm in the air. “Even the dormant wolf rises to power on the occasion of a Blue Moon night. Three days later, it's the auspicious Blue Moon night ceremony in our pack. If you fail to reveal your claws that night, you'll receive the death punishment, Aria Randle. No lies or excuses will work on that night.” “For three days, Victor Randle will stay in my personal guesthouse. No one can meet him without my permission. Also, Jay Manchester is already in my custody. The guards are investigating him for the truth.”

Justin glanced at the witch, “—where we 'stay'. There will be other better trained witches, vampires and shifters there.” “What if that witch’ friends have messed up our ‘inn’?” argued Saga. “I don't have much time, black blood,” the witch exclaimed with a smile that didn't reach the corner of his eye. Justin and the others tried to prevent one last time, but Saga refused and instead darted until he was one meter in front of the witch. He turned to his friends who were both angry and worried, and moved his lips to say one word, “Plan.” “I want to meet Bara, but you must let my friends pass this road,” said Saga boldly.

Night was always the time when everything happened. From dark supernatural forces roaming the world, to vampires lurking in every corner of the streets and most importantly, those who found pleasure in the nightlifes. Those whose only solace were clubs, bars, and joint houses. And let's not forget, notorious gang members were said to enjoy prying on the weak at night out in the streets. In one word, the night harbored everything bad and evil; which was the gang members, vampires and demons. Only two out of those didn't exist in this world we live in except for the gang members of course. Let's face it, this was reality anyways.