Wizeman Nights Novels & Stories

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."

I muttered to myself angrily and landed a hard blow across his face. "Finish him," I said and turned to walk away, expecting my men to do exactly as I said while I went to look for another solution to his impending debt. "You, Torres! Go and bring me any or all of his successors," I commanded Torres, my wingman. Torres was a calm yet cool-looking man. He was my trusted wingman whom I sent to deal with undercover deals for me because he looked so innocent yet evil. I was tired and ordered for my women to be brought to my chambers. "Oh, baby, you look tense. You haven't had any fun in a while," Golden, my favorite mistress, said while unbuttoning my shirt, speaking seductively to try to make m

Then a familiar voice greets us, “You’re late. I’ve been waiting here for the past half hour.” There’s a clicking sound, and a bulb is turned on, flooding the room with light. I don’t have to see to recognize Jesse. He’s munching on something, and he winks at me. “Hello, again.” “Hey Jesse,” I respond, slowly. “Are you also here for the night thing—duty something?” Jesse gets to his feet, brushing off the crumbs from his shirt. “Yeah. We’re on first guard tonight.” “Um,” I look around the dirty little shack, before asking, hesitantly, “And what exactly are we guarding?”

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.”

“You’ll survive.” Grammy slammed her palm against the table, cutting through the banter. “Listen. This fight will not be won by species. It will be won by unity. A dragon cannot hold without a witch’s ward. A vampire cannot move in sunlight without a wolf to guard his back. You will mingle. You will fight as one. Or you will die as many.” The tent went quiet again, the weight of her words pressing into every chest. Kael, perched on Serenya’s knee, tilted his head. “That’s what W.I.L.D. means,” he piped up. “We all fight together. We all win together.”

"Did you watch the video that she posted last night? It's been 20 years since she last saw her son. Do you have even a shred of humanity within you?" "You won't help that woman find her child even though he's been missing for 20 years, but you're willing to help another woman get back her money after she got scammed by a health supplement company. Is that woman's money really that important?" There were a few commenters who were on my side and stuck up for me. "Can you guys be a little more rational? Connor has helped so many people after he started livestreaming three years ago, and he has never left a case unsolved. He must have his reasons."

He carried a staff adorned with glowing runes, his violet eyes sharp and calculating. “Arinthal Starweaver,” Ramon continued, his tone laced with tension. “The Great Wizard.” The last figure emerged silently, his presence more menacing than the others. His jet-black armor absorbed the moonlight, and his golden eyes gleamed with predatory intent. “Kaiden Nightwalker,” Ramon growled. “The Rogue Alpha.” Jasmine’s knees nearly buckled under the weight of their combined auras, but she refused to back down. Something inside her, the ancient presence that had been stirring, rose to the surface, pushing away her fear.