Wizeman Nights Novels & Stories

They resumed their discussion, continuing to weave their intricate plans in the hopes of bringing an end to Lord Zack's tyranny. And so, the night pressed on, nurturing the clandestine gatherings of werewolves, shrouding their machinations in secrecy as the moon sailed across the sky, silently bearing witness to the entwined fate of Judah, Thomas, Isabella, Ariana, Daniel, and Frederick.

he said . THIRD PERSON POINT OF VIEW. it as already dark and just as Destin had instructed Alisa and Virginia arranged 5 virgins whom are to carrying out the cleansing .the 3 witches were dressed on white while the 2 wizards were on black ,they all stood in front of the large crowd of coven members . " et lustop calup vuldra zampalo numbritus caslo " Destin chanted while holding onto a bowl . the candle around them suddenly went off then on again ,

The harder she tried to push these intruding thoughts away, the more of them she seemed to notice. She wondered if Dominic’s magic enabled him to sense how much trouble she was having fulfilling her task. Dominic was the last of a race of wizards known as waziri—the last, at least, that had not given themselves over to the black arts. Thinking of the renegade wizards brought Leesa’s thoughts to the mysterious figure they had allied themselves with, the Necromancer, who was trying to break the seal the waziri had fashioned between the world of the living and the world of the dead. Over the last two months, Leesa had been troubled by highly realistic dreams of bodies rising from their graves.

Clever just stood on the side of the road as he waited for Zion to arrive, but instead his friends. Frio hurriedly approached and quickly kicked him. "You dork! What do you think you did to our friend? Why did you let him go out alone at night?" He screamed. Clever glared at the man and grabbed him by the collar, "what if I let him out at night? He's also a werewolf and can protect himself against the enemy!" He replied.

She motioned for her witches to move out. Each witch was accompanied by 2 wolves. Adam astral projected himself to scout the territory while being guarded. He found out how many on patrol and where the kids were being held. He also saw that they only had until midnight when the moon would be full. He also saw ruins and knew that offensive magic wouldn’t work while they were up. He went back and informed Nezerra, Tanner and the rest of the pack of what he saw.

When, from out of the night, the group of short hairy beasts ran toward them on the great plain, she thought the new life to be a short one, as even the horses rebelled. Weaver couldn’t react a spell fast enough to protect them from the beasts. The creatures ran right past them, and relief spread over her. They exchanged confused looks, but pressed on to rejoin the body of the Pict confederation. The words of Weaver kept bouncing back on her, and while her initial desire to strike the wizard woman down ran scorching in her veins, she also understood Weaver to be correct. What power that aging woman must have to be able to reach out across the centuries and pull her to this time. The Queen di

The moment he stepped closer to me, I realized this could never be a police officer. Police officers are not usually this handsome and fit. Fuck, I couldn't believe who I was seeing. Bishop! The Managing Director at Wet Nights Club. Wet Nights is an elite club for mostly the top citizens of the states. I've been hearing about Wet Nights and I've dreamt of working at the club as a performer because I heard they pay their dancers very high. But it's not easy to get a job at Wet Nights. Though, it's a popular club but it held a lot of secrets, secrets that shouldn't be known outside the club. Due to their delicate nature of treating their clients with secrecy, they're being extremely careful ab

“You’ll be okay.” I nod. I believe her… just a little. Noah watches us from the corner, his eyes full of love. That night, he stays in the chair again, holding my hand. “What if she comes back?” I whisper into the dark. “She won’t get past me,” he says immediately. “But how did she get in?” My voice shakes. He rubs his face. “Disguise. Money. Someone helped her. We’ll find out.” “I’m scared to sleep.”

None, besides anger and the conflict from last night, of course. And second off, I would never be his Luna. This was too weird, and I was suddenly terrified. "Are you ready for The Edge tonight?" He asked, distracting me momentarily. There wasn’t even a slight hint of acid in his voice. The Edge was a nightclub that was just 20 minutes off the pack lands. It was a place where a lot of Wolves, Humans, and other Supernatural creatures frequented. We had our ins with a special key phrase and stamp. It let the bartenders and bouncers know who we were, and more importantly, who our Alpha was.

Wiz bloods had a longer lifespan than the werewolves and many other shifter races like foxes and bears (both now extinct). Today, bringing this vicious pair into his empire with the objective of dealing with them, he'd begetted chaos and great loss in his kingdom. His demise also would surely mean the decline of the dark wiz bloods. Before a new King would even sit on his throne, undoubtedly blood will be shed. One moment he was still the haughty wiz king, and at this juncture, he suddenly was so close to his grave. But he noticed something gleaming a dull pinkish light on Phoenix's right brow for a jiffy before disappearing like it was never there. This brought him some solace in his heart.