Night Wizard Novels & Stories

The banquet ended past midnight. Luke sat in the front passenger seat of his Rolls-Royce, pressing his index finger against his temple. He had long, artist's fingers. The glow of the streetlights cast just the right shadow over his face, making his nose bridge more prominent. He looked like a sculpture straight out of a museum. "It's late now. The curfew would already be in effect by the time you return to your dorm."

Ayla found herself following the mysterious man outside. “Are you an angel?” “I told you, my name is Nash. I guess you could call me an angel, I’m a Celestial Guardian.” He said, “Just like you will be.” He waved his hand, and a bright light appeared, but just like no one could see Nash, it seemed no one could see the ‘door’ that emerged at that moment out of nowhere. A celestial guardian? “What’s a Celestial Guardian?” “Someone like us, blessed by Heaven’s Will. You have been born with the power to clean the world from demons and help to keep balance in this world, but you have to train for it.”

Now a once-whole blue planet floated with just particles of itself as it drifted across this dark, lifeless plain. In a different plane lied a primordial creature of the night finding solace in the eternal night that plagued his castle, the whistle and Chimes of fate had stirred his old blood awake. He knew that times were finally changing, and it seemed he had to get back to the game. "I wonder how Netherndel is faring, it's time I get back" his deep red eyes shone with a dangerous glint as he looked across the darkness, his eyes seemed to bypass the veil between planes for his gaze had a godly presence that came with it.

Unsure of whether there may be any traps that his predecessor had failed to mention, his eyes continued to scan the space for any evidence of interference as he approached the center of the circular room. Finding a black altar candle already awaiting him there, Cazer lowered the lighter to its wick. Pulling away from it slowly as the candle’s flame began to burn with an eerie purple glow, there was the silhouette of a woman that appeared in its flickering light. What seemed a shadow at first, taking on a more permanent shape before him, Cazer could not say for certain whether the Guardian of the Night Gate formed a beautiful maiden or an old crone. Her body and face draped in the shrouds tha

I turn around to see an older gentleman who looks like a doctor walking towards me. “Hello, my dear Ms. Dreasden. I am Doctor John Hopkins, Nelli’s psychiatrist. I was told of the events tonight and not to alarm you, but if at any time the lights go out close your eyes and do not open them no matter what you hear. Apparently Nelli is loose and not under control. See Nelli has no soul. She was born with the blackest eyes of any human being I have ever met. If she sees the fear in your eyes, she will scratch them out before she kills you.”

Lucifer Once I flash out of Lana’s room, I partially shift into my devil form and hone my senses until I reach the destination Azazel instructed me to go to. The earthquake occurred in the Arcata forest. Using my night vision, I try to find the entity that caused such havoc but see nothing. I land near a copse and look around for any signs of what it could have been until I reach a large section of the forest that looks like it was burnt to a crisp. The trees, dirt and grass around the ragged opening are scorched. Within minutes, Azazel and Mathias appear beside me.

She wasn’t sure that Zane would either, and she didn’t think the time to find out would be in the middle of the attack. The thought that Daunator was potentially out there somewhere, just biding his time, as he had for centuries between when he’d allegedly come back through the Blue Moon Portal and the battle between her parents’ team and him just before she was born, was alarming at best. What was his angle this time? Was he content to sit back and let idiots like President Crimson Crotch take the glory while he stayed in the shadows, or was it possible he was actually pulling the strings? The thoughts circulated around in her head over and over again as she sat on the back porch, staring o

She had to remain Hae Jae-Woo and fix this. So, she clenched her fist and marched after the nerdy one. The boy ahead of her glided down the cool halls making no sound as his shoes touched the hard floor. His steps were like that of a ghost, soundless and he radiated a mature air that did not fit his childish and nerdish appearance. Which one is he? Why hadn't she paid attention to her brother when he spoke of Nightide? The only other thing she could remember besides the band name was their names, but she could not remember whose name belonged to whom.

The hooded figure slammed his hands to the desk in frustration as he watched them escape his trap once more. He began to think deeply on what to do to weaken them and he thought about an evil plan and this time, he was sure it would not only distract them, it will also weaken their spirit. Nightfall at the underground and everyone was fast asleep except for the wizard who was up meditating as the fire continued burning the woods. Joyce could not sleep, she was in heat and she knew that only the wizard could ease it but was scared of telling him.

"Stop. Did you feel that?" Raven hugged her own body. "Like... something is crawling on my skin." The floor of the hallway made a subtle cracking sound, like ice beginning to grow from within the stone. In the distance, the lights of the hanging torches slowly extinguished one by one, creating a layered darkness that moved closer. Valtorius grasped his wand. "He's awake..." "Who?" whispered Raven, her voice choked. "Something even the Last Watchers dare not mention. They call him... The Night Watcher."