Night Wizard の小説・ストーリー

After the boys had left my room, I went through my bag and pulled out my favorite book, Night Flame, by Catherine Hart. I sat back in my chair by the window, prepared to spend the rest of the afternoon reading when a shiver ran down my spine. I jumped out of my seat and spun around to see a pair of yellow eyes glowing in the corner of the room. As those eyes drew closer to me, I realized that it was Simon, the fae that came to warn me the other day.

Another figure stood in the hallway, dark and silently as she crept towards the door. My heart was so loud I was surprised she couldn't hear it. Shadows stretched between us, concealing the persons face and body of details. No one else has sneaked out a in the mid of the night before except Ember. Debating for a second I step back into the kitchen, my feet silent of the cold floor. I wait til I hear feel the cold air drifting into the kitchen and the soft sound of a door closing before glancing into the hallway again.

Flashback ends. I have to get out of here. Aarav would be worried like hell. I can’t Stay here, before anyone know , I would escape, but when I was about to get up , my room's door get opened , bad luck. And a man of the age of 50 or 60 came inside, but I can tell one thing that he is not a good man, he is giving some creepy vibe “so finally you woke up princess" he said with a evil smile “so you are the villain of the story....singhaniya right?" I asked my suspicion and I was right.

Rhychard sat astride his Suzuki and stared up at Renny Saunders townhouse. The chilly, quiet night entirely swallowed the Friday sun. The sky was clear, the stars pin-pricking the night canopy. It was the first night of the Dark Moon. Tomorrow that moon would hold power, power Vargas would harness and use to open a Gateway to the Nether.

"Without him, we would have been lost. We would have lost you and the pack would have been in mess by now. All thanks to him." The king turned his gaze towards the figure standing at the edge of the room, his gratitude palpable in the air. The wizard possessed an air of mystique that both captivated and intrigued those who encountered him. "You have my eternal gratitude, Mr. Wizard," the king declared, his tone filled with profound sincerity. "Tell me, powerful wizard, what is your true name?" A faint smile curved Nalindra's lips, a glimmer of mystery dancing in his eyes. "I am known as Nalindra," he replied, his voice carrying an air of ancient wisdom. "And it is my sacred duty to protect a

I pleaded one more time when their face told me that killing me is their final decision. “Leave the girl to us,” the Chancellor spoke to the dwarf-like creature. “We won’t kill her. Not yet.” Our eyes met briefly.“We’re going to go to the Moon Goddess and let her decide what to do with her.” *** I woke up in the middle of the night, all sweaty despite the chilly weather. A man was staring candidly at me. “Hey…” I murmured, trying to cover the goosebumps on my body with the comforter. Zarion was watching me all along. He did not sleep. He just pretends to when it’s night, but I know when the clock ticks at eight in the evening, he’s out in the woods.

Liora demanded, her voice quivering. The figure's lips curled into a sinister smirk. "You may call me Nocturna. And dear guardians, you're too late." She held up an obsidian mirror, its surface rippling like liquid, revealing distorted visions of Meranthia's landscapes being engulfed in darkness and chaos.

She frowned, remembering what granny had just said. “ our?” she mumbled. Granny could see the skepticism written all over Raven's face. She knew that the idea of being a warrior fighting against vampires was not easy to accept. She took a deep breath and continued, "Yes, our job...You see, Night Watchers are a secret society of warriors who have been protecting humanity for centuries. It is a lineage that has been passed down from generation to generation, and I am a Night Watcher, just like you are."

The gaurd was admitted to the ward where a seemingly unassuming lad handled the admission procedures and delivered a note and a bank card that was specially addressed to the chief plastic surgeon. The note read- This order comes from the Night Lord- The man before you needs a makeover. Destroy his records once you are done. No one should be able to trace him down. This card is your reward. Any flaws and I will be visiting you. At the same time, the authorities reached the forest as requested by Night Wing; they were hoping to rub shoulders with the Night Lord and establish a relationship. However, they were destined to be disappointed. Chris was almost home, he had promised his dear wife tha

The warrior on the left fastened rune cuffs to the wizard’s wrists; a small speck of white light pierced the darkness, then faded. “Hold him!” Tavien commanded. The wizard spat, his eyes sharpening toward me. “Little Luna, too bold,” he hissed. “Do you think fire can consume fire?” “The fire I speak of is not yours,” I replied flatly. “And you were not invited.” He chuckled—short, dismissive. “You will still come to my candles.” Tavien didn’t give him a chance for a second sentence. One clean, measured blow. The wizard’s jaw snapped; his body swayed then collapsed, unconscious. Silence fell, quickly.