Novel & Cerita Wizeman Nights

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.

The unpredictable, slippery kind that danced around instinct and twisted rules. “What kind of magic?” I asked. Demian shrugged. “Foreign. Not pack-bound. Maybe bloodline-based. Witch work, possibly.” “Witches don’t usually stand still for fun,” Mason muttered. “They cast, they run.” “Unless they want to be seen,” I murmured. The three of us locked eyes. That was the part that had all of us wired like lightning rods. Those shadowed bastards weren’t trying to breach the wards tonight. They weren’t even probing.

I sat at one corner of the table, then not long after one of the waiters approached me while giving the menu book. "Are you human?" Bruk—I quickly picked up the fallen menu book, I was too surprised to find this one waiter's question. I looked at him, then looked at some of the eyes that were also fixed on me. "Are you a Vampire?" I asked back "Ahhh, sorry, so what would you like to order?" exclaimed the waiter immediately took his notebook

I take control of my wish for the future. I press my fingertips to his temples. And I dive into his mind. Deeper, deeper, I dive into the dark. I battle past the screams, the twisted memories. I vanquish the many faces of Cyrillius. I gather Neron as I plummet toward that dark center. I pull back my fist as I see it ahead. And I swing as we connect. The entire world around me explodes at the connection, and my vision flickers white, then blue, then black.

I got the rest of my bills and returned to my apartment. =//= As I pinged myself in with my new ID card, I ran into Dr Dawson. He stopped and then pointed his finger at me. "You, come on over to this side." I stepped through the barrier and he pointed out the people who were in his small group of people. "Look at all of theses faces, Ms. Spitz. They are all key members of the team that you'll be joining. They will get up to speed with our current project. Staffers, this is Livia. She will be joining our team on this current project. She will be my supporting assistant. There are guards as well, but there is no need for introduction of them. They don't respond to names."

Isabella’s POV The night air was cool and electric, charged with anticipation as the entire pack gathered beneath the full, glowing Blood Moon. This was no ordinary gathering, tonight marked the sacred Blood Moon Ceremony, a tradition that stretched back centuries, honoring unity and the strength of our pack. The glowing red light cast eerie shadows on the trees surrounding the estate, flickering over faces tense with cautious hope. Cain and his elders were here, dressed in ceremonial robes as formal guests, a symbol of the fragile peace that still felt like a thread pulled too tight.

"I don't have one. Work more hours? I'm already working every minute I'm not in class. Take out loans? I've been rejected by everyone. Sell my organs?" "There's got to be another way." "Like what? Rob a bank? Marry rich?" I slammed my laptop shut. "I'm out of options, Zoe." Zoe was quiet for a moment. Then she said, "You know what you need?" "A miracle?" "A break. One night where you're not Maya Collins, responsible daughter and sister. Just Maya." "I don't have time for breaks." "You don't have time not to take one. You're going to burn out completely, and then what happens to your family?" Zoe pulled out her phone. "There's this party tomorrow night at the Grandview Hotel. Some trust fund

I smiled, shoving all feelings of guilt deep down. “After Noctis.” I am referring to the Night festival common to werewolves. It is a popular festival done in order to release Powers into the earth and bathe in the moon for strength. “I know it’s soon, but I think that must be how the job is … demanding.” If he felt any emotions his face was not showing it. He was very good at hiding any emotion he felt. “Oh, that sounds reasonable. We should get going now… it’s not a safe time to be out and about this late.” Luke gets up, taking money out of his wallet and putting it in the counter.

How many of them were just like Nahilak? “First, we’ll attack the werewolf pack where Clementine lives. We’ll go in at 2:00 A.M. on Wednesday so that we’ll take them by surprise. The goal is to capture Clementine so that I can lure her two offspring out of hiding. Once all of their magic is ours, we’ll dispose of them,” Zaxyn said with an eager grin as if he already won. “That’s the night of the Blue Moon,” Tritan said hesitantly.

Only then did the dead man come out of his hiding place, pursing his lips as if he had been trying to whistle a tune. This means the witch wants to kill Angelina, he thought distractedly. Interesting. My master won’t be pleased if he finds out... Nevertheless, no sound came out of his mouth. No irritating tune, not even a couple of notes. Should I tell him? Zomzom carried on pondering, still pursing his lips, as if it could help him. One and four. It must have been the date when the invocation would work. The fourteenth of Fire Month... The dead man made a few more steps. Then, he stopped and opened his mouth, awkwardly poking his finger inside.