Romans & histoires Night Wizerd

Every ward on the citadel flared, screamed, and shattered in a single heartbeat. Then he stepped out of the air itself. Caedrin. The same ancient wizard who’d offered Lyra’s virginity for a cure all those months ago, only now he was taller, cloaked in living shadow, eyes twin violet suns. Behind him the Red Hollow army parted like curtains, revealing twenty thousand wolves on their knees, heads bowed in worship. His voice rolled over the walls like thunder made of honey and graves. “Children of fang and moon, your time of waiting ends tonight.

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.

Abigail's POV When I heard his voice, it was cool, a familiar voice, but I couldn't tell where I had heard it before. He looked at me as if asking if I wanted Asher to stay. I gave a nod, approving of Asher's decision. "Do I know you?" I asked, this time more curious to know who this mysterious man was. "My name is Zed. I am a Wizard who is in charge of the magic world, " he replied, but this wasn't the answer I was expecting.As if reading my mind, he continued, "This isn't our first encounter, Lady Abigail. When you were

"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."

NICK ZANDER Born under ‘WISE’, he came from the alternate life of Chikyuu under the star of Virgo, to who possess the ability of a wise General, but a hard-headed doll added with the instinct of the 'Tiger' as a fused aggressive Chimera serving their God. Seeking knowledge with his thirst to find out the origin of the loops, he soon finds himself trapped into the perfect cube he created, which leads him into the arms of the maiden that encircle them all into the tragic fate and wants of their played life and unfortunate destiny.

They need to be far as soon as possible to H City. With Wei Zhi Yin current strength, his darkness ability is already stronger than the level 6 high rank zombie but he is not confident to take on the level 6 high rank zombie so he would not risk his life in a uncertain victory. After all, he still not familiar with his darkness ability and that zombie also possessed the same power as him.

It gave him a tether to the world he had abandoned. Static cleared, and Harvey’s familiar voice came through, cheerful as always. “Good evening, night owls. You’re tuned into City Pulse Radio, keeping you awake while the world sleeps. Tonight, we’ve got a special guest—someone with a message for… well, for someone out there listening. Take it away.” Rico froze when he heard the next voice. Deep and steady. “Kross here.” His blood ran cold, his hand hovered over the dial, ready to shut it off, but something—curiosity or dread—held him still.

Wiz, one of their ruling nobility: beautiful, lethal, and merciless. He was young—or at least what I could see of his face seemed young. His nose, cheeks, and brows were covered by an exquisite golden mask embedded with emeralds shaped like whorls of leaves. Some absurd High Wiz fashion, no doubt. It left only his eyes—looking the same as they had in his beast form, strong jaw, and mouth for me to see, and the latter tightened into a thin line. “You should eat something,” he said. Unlike the elegance of his mask, the dark green tunic he wore was rather plain, accented only with a leather baldric across his broad chest. It was more for fighting than style, even though he bore no weapons I co

He stepped forward, fire bowl in both hands—cedar, sweetgrass, lake water at midnight. Grandma Mary stood beside him in full Caddo regalia, silver hair braided with hawk bells that didn’t ring. “Celeste Valentina Morau,” Remy said, voice carrying without a mic. “Seras Himari Nakamura.” He nodded to each of us. “The lake chose two wizards tonight. The pack accepts.” Every bike revved once—eleven engines, one heartbeat. The mist tightened the circle until it touched our ankles like a living thing. Grandma Mary lifted the fire bowl.

Midnight stated coldly while his eyes were full of boredom. "Now, now that's not how you greet your cousin Night," Dr. Zithea stated with a mischievous grin and provoking Midnight. "You annoying brat, stop talking. You still owe me something," Midnight said with a glare. "Yea, yea, I'll replace your console. Sheesh, you're rich; you don't need me to be doing that," Dr. Zithea said, then rolled her eyes as a sign of annoyance.