Wizeman Nights Novels & Stories

the other asked. “There has been no word that I am aware of,” his companion replied. “Wadim is throwing a feast tonight to celebrate a successful year in the trade business. I know he is eagerly awaiting Dumitru’s return. It would be good if Dumitru could bring the renegades back in time for it. If he does not, then I will wager we will have a real celebration when he does get back with those humans. I just hope he remembers the strict orders Wadim gave him. He is to capture Wu alive and unharmed. I would not want to be around if he does not obey Wadim’s orders. We can ask if someone else has heard something.”

He waved her off. Still the woman lingered. She stood her ground, proud in her stance. “I’m sure your pathetic ranks couldn’t stand against my clan. None of you could.” Donte was in her face. He could feel the heat of her trembling breaths. “Chimeras that flaunt their abilities are no more abominations than the ones that shun immortals with greater power.” The ruby red of his eyes flickered with such darkness. “We prefer to avoid war. We welcome outcasts with open arms, and give sanctuary to the injured. You are neither, nor are you fit enough to be our mate. Leave." His nostrils flared as he menaced over her.

"Oh. . .I don't know, Mario. Give me some time to think." Mario scoffed. "We don't have time anymore, Josh. We're running low. Diaz's long arm is hunting down Andrea as we speak, and you want time? We've used up all the time we can ever afford, and you and I both know that if we're going to save this girl, this could be our last night in the King's Club for awhile."

That was when this cold-looking man walked up to me and took a seat right beside me, and soon we were engaged in a good conversation. "So, how about you? How's life treating you?" he asked after he told me about his business, his wife, and his kids. "Oh, just little blows here and there, but I'll be alright," I said and chugged down my fifth shot for the night. "Oh, definitely, you will be alright. More shots?" he asked. "Yes, please," I said, feeling a bit dizzy, but I didn't care. I just wanted the night to feel less painful for me.

“You really are an idiot at times. Regan managed to translate the text, specifically the part which tells us how to access the vault. He can’t speak right now, because he has to hold his tongue for twenty-four hours before reciting the words at the right moment. But it requires young blood sacrifices, those whose blood is different. We grabbed the Level One girl because she had just transitioned and was too weak, but with a Level Three in our hands? The stronger he is, the more convenient, right?” “If you touch these kids, the director will kill you,” Ferguson snarls. “Well,” Annabelle scoffs. “We’ll just see about that. Grab them.” As the men garbed in black approach us, I duck and slam the

Adam replied with an obvious smile. I paused. I then looked into Adam's eyes. "After you leave this room, please erase all your memories of this night or morning. Pretend we haven't met today, and don't make any suspicious moves. We agreed to this." I held out my hand in front of Adam. Adam took it, shaking my hand as proof that we were going to forget what had happened that night. "Mahira!" called a voice from outside. "Mahira!" the man shouted again when he didn't hear my reply from inside.

I was worried about this but since you're here, then I am not worried anymore. Zion finally left Wisdom's arms. Wisdom was a little stunned. "What do you mean?" "Zion will disappear from the world in half an hour, but how can a living person disappear? And it's the hero Zion, isn't it? So he needs an accident, an accident that is enough to kill him, an accident that can make him be in coma without death. This accident can't be too perfunctory to convince everyone. You are the only one who can do this, brother."

He hears Elena's voice first. “You have to make sure the plan works,” she says. “Accept Tori as your mate. She’ll believe you.” Wade murmurs something in agreement, and the sound of a kiss follows. Wayne steps back, his stomach turning with confusion. The headache that had subsided returns, his wolf howling in his mind, a mournful cry of a woman. The sound of his phone buzzing, wakes him up from the chaos that was unfolding. “Hey, man! Don’t forget about the underground party tonight. It’s a once-a-year thing, and you’ve been talking about it for weeks. Don’t go missing on me now.”

Zompano asked out aloud for the witches around him to answer. “Alpha, the Red Moon Night can happen any time and can not be predicted,” one of the witches stepped in front and answered. “Yes Alpha and we believe that the prophecy has a deeper meaning to it than what layman understands it. The prophecy’s actual words are that the Zorean Pack’s existence shall be wiped off in this millennium by a creature who shall neither be single in number nor multiple, who shall be neither a man nor a woman and kill the Zorean Supremo neither at day nor at night, neither inside nor outside, neither in the sky nor on the ground, with no weapon made of the living or the non living and finally, the deed shall

“That’s what sisters are for. Now go pass out before I make us watch Hercules next.” As Serenya disappeared into the guest room with a yawn, Cheyenne grabbed her phone, curled up on the couch, and opened her group text. Queen Alpha👑🐺: 🌙 Hey witches and weirdos. Field tomorrow at noon. Bring your weapons, good vibes, and don’t be late. 💥 Isolde 🦇: Define “weirdos.” Queen Alpha👑🐺: You, obviously. Nalia 🔥🕊️: