Night Wizard 소설 & 이야기

"Tell him whatever you think it is best 'cause I won't be showing up. If 'she is asleep' that comes to your mind, say it. Or 'she don't wanna come' it is fine by me, 'she doesn't want to see you' whichever way. I am not just coming." "Okay then." "Thank you as you do so," I plugged my earpiece, then laid back on bed. "Goodnight." **** (No! Whimpering! Darkness! Fire! Tears!) Noo! Not again! I pressed my back against the wall, folded up a leg, then I dug my finger into my hair. This is beyond me mum, dad! I can't handle this all alone. What is the secret behind this nightmare? *** The shadow was moving closer. It was following me all over again. This couldn't be Brad. That was not Brad. So wh

My breath shatters inside me; my heart sank into my stomach. “Felyndra….” The trees whispered. “Felyndra….” My head swirled around, and then I saw him, Nightbane. He was standing in the firelight, tall and still like a god forged from smoke and steel. His midnight eyes met mine, cold and unmoving. “Help me!” I screamed, but he didn’t move.

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.

He was… beautiful. Silver-colored eyes. Dark black hair. Was he an angel, a demon, or a god? ***** I jolted awake, sweat beads on my forehead. Naz laid still, a bandage on her arm where the arrow shot. I took in a deep breath and stood up from my bed, covering myself properly with my nightgown. I stood at the window and watched the beautiful woods surrounding the antique dorm. The night watchers still walked around in turns around the gates. The moon was full like it had been that night, and every other night this nightmare had come to me.

Opening my eyes, I noticed a dark energy holding the arrow back and looked towards my necklace which was glowing. "The wizard really helped you Astria. The necklace on your neck is the most powerful force known to the world. When the time is right, I am going to snatch it away from you." She vanished afterwards. I struggled to get up to my feet but collapsed back on the ground to allow the darkness take over me once again. "Astria! Wake up!" I heard someone screaming my name. Slowly I groaned painfully as I opened my eyes to see the blue eyes of the Wizard staring at me. Alaric was beside him and he seemed depressed.

Now that has been taken care of, what is next for the plan? Well, if the warriors find something, the best thing to do is to infiltrate his location. However, we have to be wise because he is a half vampire and half warlock. He only comes out at night. Interesting I said, then that means he had to disguise himself as one of the maids to get to Luna, or he hired someone.

The world was not alone in its witness. In an underground chamber, lit only by the sputter of black candles, an ancient wizard lifted his head from the dust of forgotten scrolls. His eyes, cataract-white, rolled back in his skull as he hissed, “The Healer awakens. Impossible.” His voice cracked, echoing through halls no human had walked in centuries.

The air was thick with the scent of stale smoke and damp earth, a place buried deep beneath the city where no one could find them. Knight stood across from him, his eyes sharp and unblinking, like a predator that thrived in the night. They called him the nocturnal, the eye and wings of the covenant. He saw clear in the dark, adapted to it like it was his own skin, and he specialized in sniping at night — silent kills from rooftops, bullets that whispered death before anyone heard the echo.

Not merely destruction, though corrupt systems would necessarily fall beneath his focused intent. The Choir of the Damned now sang through him, their centuries of accumulated wisdom guiding his path forward. Their collective voice joined the bone framework constructed from forgotten souls, creating internal guidance that transcended mortal limitation while maintaining connection to human concerns. As night fell across the realm, stars appeared in patterns that seemed to mirror the celestial configurations visible within the Shadow Knight's transformed substance. Above and within, constellations aligned to mark approaching culmination of journey that had begun in the Council's dungeons.

The warm setting sun peeked over the cliff side and trees, casting long shadows against the ground until it eventually disappeared over the sea in a pink and orange spectacle on the horizon. From a long stone staircase came a man in green and gold long robes with long black hair and a crown encircling his forehead. Daniel could tell from his aura that he was an old and powerful warlock. "Welcome, Daniel. I am Nicholas, Lord of the North Woods. I'm glad that you're finally here." Daniel bowed his head slightly in respect of the old sorcerer. "Thank you, sir, but where exactly am I?" Lord Nicholas smiled and looked around him as he waved his hand at his lands. "This is the Realm Daniel. You ar