Wizeman Nights Novels & Stories

Some howled, and the rest bolted into the trees, newly reborn. But Wayne? He just stood there, now shaking beneath the moon’s judgment. The drums beat louder. The sigils sparked. But inside him… nothing happened. No shift took place in his name, no claws sharpened to draw lines on the ground, and no howl burned in his throat. There was just an unbearable silence. The wizard tried again just for him. A second chant and a harsher rite. Sacred herbs burned for the sake of Wayne, their smoke polluting the air around him

“Focus.” I relented. Damien leaned back. “Fine. Then attack head-on. I want every able-bodied wolf and witch ready by dawn.” “No,” I said. Damien’s eyes narrowed. “No?” “We are not unleashing the pack in daylight. We fight at night. Wolves rule the dark.” A slow smile crawled across his mouth. “And witches rot under the moon.” “At midnight,” I confirmed. Everyone nodded... everyone except one. Elen. She was staring at Damien.

Zoe’s Point of View Flashback It was late when I left the bar, the night air cool against my skin as I made my way back to the Blue Lagoon Pack. The streets were deserted, wrapped in midnight stillness. Up ahead, four figures emerged from the shadows. Three men. One woman. They weren’t human. Nor were they werewolves. They were wizards—and the woman, clearly a witch. Their body language was sharp, menacing. In seconds, they surrounded me.

The rest were already tearing at the sorcerer's shoulders, grabbing his clothes, pulling him over. Vic waited. The convulsively twitching figure of the delonha was obscured, thrown to the ground. Instead of a scream, there was an angry hiss and desperate howls. The dead hovered over their prey in an ominously moving crowd. Vic realized that it was all over when they suddenly straightened up and began to disperse around, looking for new targets for themselves. After a few moments, the energy dome that held the Wistolian in place began to tremble and ripple. It blinked a few times and went out. This meant only one thing - its creator ceased to exist.

She stares into her eyes waiting for her response, Zendaya thought for a while she didn't want to give in to her condition but she wanted to own the object so she gave Melina the consent to go on ahead and dressed her up, immediately she agreed and freed herself from any form of refrains Melina held her by the hands and took her to the bathroom. Dave and Dino were walking towards the Mansion when a guard came up to inform them about the arrival of Mr Vertigo Mr Vertigo is one of the richest and influential business man in the entire city ,he also is the major supplier of vitano (vitano is the food which the werewolves consumes during the full moon night ,and since the full moon is about few

"Just tell me what you know about him and leave Emily out of it." Brown shrugged, then ruffled his hair the way Larry did. Andrew smirked, "He's Lerman Kivolsky, a sorcerer of the 57th order. He runs an underground fight club that uses feral or rogue werewolf kids till they drop dead. The champions are set free when they come of age their memories are wiped out of course but they turn out to be delinquents and end up dead or back in his care. It is a large network of hoodlums and wealthy sponsors. His location is unknown. It's like he vanished after the attack."

Jasper explained, making me roll my eyes. “I can shift without the moon,” I asserted firmly, shocking all of them. Clapping her hands Wisdom told them to gather logs and kindling. “We will witness a miracle on this night,” she announced happily as she grinned slightly at me. I was more reluctant and asked my wolf if she really wished to be burned alive. “They will need to hold me down. I will fight against it on instinct,” She growled as I gestured at Wisdom for her attention. “Gather the strongest men to hold me down within the flames,” I growled at her.

Cassandra looked at the owl, who soberly inclined her head. "Yes," said the owl. "Now sit down and shut up." Cassandra reluctantly obeyed. "I have a long story to tell and a short time in which to tell it," the owl began. "I have no more time for foolishness, so listen carefully. You and your world are going to end." "Huh? My world?" said Cassandra with a raised brow. "Yes, pay attention, because on the night of the winter solstice, the mirror will be open to all, and Czar Koschei can come through. And he will come through, too, unless Vasilisa can get here first and close him out."

I said, and I stepped back. “He is a lucky man to be able to claim you, little Witch.” Raziel purred. He took a step back away from me, allowing me some personal space. “I will be here tomorrow evening at 11:00pm with the sacrifices. Is there anything else you need?” He asked. “No, thank you.” I replied. And with that, he vanished. I took a step back and exhaled. I didn’t realize I was holding my breath but that was intense. I almost caved, I almost didn’t say no. Fuck, why does this have to be so damn hard? I thought to myself.

His muscles flexed under his tight shirt and his jaw tightened. "Do you really believe that the only reason I keep you here is because of your parents? I am Damion Night I don't do anything for anyone unless it benefits me and my family. Think about that the next time you want to kill one of my guards and try and run away." With that he turned his back on me and stalked out of the basement.