Wizeman Nights Novels & Stories

She did not want to miss anything when it comes to these two. First of this man was a witch and as much as he was friendly with her. It did not mean he has good intentions towards her, the stunt he pulled the day before causing her ears to bleed showed her that she could not trust him. Then there is Mason who was acting like a crazy person, human or not Zoe felt like he could not be trusted. Mason has already shown her that he could be a worthy opponent, he secured an alliance with the bears and convince them to work with him. Then the wizard who was hell-bent on bringing back the dead.

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.

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.

"And we will not tolerate it. Also, the leader of Nightshade is a wizard, not a human." "Again, when do we leave?" Cruz asked a little louder this time while Eve nodded her agreement. "Since a wizard is involved, Daphne said that she would call in an army of witches to fight with us," I replied. "Xander, if we need them, do you think the vampires will fight with us, too?" Xander nodded. "Yes, of course. I've always heeded their call, and they will heed mine, as well." Sasha leaned forward. "So, how soon can we get everyone organized?"

I said to her softly, then she put her head back down on my shoulder. Mysterious Woman “You know for the one assigned to end me you sure are a heavy sleeper,” The Wizard whispered to the quiet space of my room. “I woke up the second you put a foot on the top step,” I sleepily replied to him. I didn’t fall asleep because there were too many people in the house. “Oh, you have sensors,” he asked me. “No. I just know when someone is creeping up on me,” I replied sleepily and turned towards him. “Are you here for your payment,” I asked him as I slid the covers off my body. I heard his breath catch as he caught sight of what I was sleeping in. I was unsure what his real intentions were, but I knew