A Wizard Of Earthsea Audiobook Novels & Stories

"It's like I've had a life here before, according to the words here it says that the Forbidden Forest is home to the many planes, realms and worlds all intertwined. It home to demons, monsters, spirits and many supernatural beings not seem anywhere in this world. This book is far more accurate than anything in our royal library, where'd you get it?" "From some shelve in my family's secret library." Charles replies. "By the way when do you think you'll be done? I need to return that." Sebastian ignores him and carries on. "I don't understand how I can read this book yet, the words keep changing." Suddenly the book's pages start to flip itself endlessly. "Did you do something bud?" Charles ask

“No. Wherever you go, I will be next to you” Out of curiosity, I suddenly felt a strong urge to try the Dordon Wizard spell. As though I had been blessed with a new knowledge, I closed my eyes firmly and breathe into the fresh air. Sofia’s hand squeezed mine, and I felt her breathing fanning around my face, a sure sign that she was looking at me and wondering what I was doing. “I... Rikas! The son of the great Arakis!” I began “Has call onto the names of the four children of the Dordon Wizard, Argus! Markus! Sapphire! Black! to take us beyond this black sea, together with the woman beside me!”

the wizard pondered over something for a minute and a great idea hit him. "Shift to your wolf, NOW!" Mason went to the back of the underground and pulled off his clothes and shifted to his wolf which came back to meet the wizard. "Follow me!" the wizard said. They both head out, leaving Joyce and Levi alone in the underground. The wizard ordered Mason to stop, he recited a spell and Mason's wolf expanded in size. "I need you to be of this size so we can be able to carry them all while coming back. Now let's go.." the wizard hopped on the back of Mason's wolf and he sped off.

The others hesitated, hissing, as if they had never faced this kind of power before. “Selene!” Fenrir shouted again, but this time there was awe in his voice. I felt my chest tighten. The book pulsed stronger, almost as if it was alive. Each step I took, the light followed, pushing the creatures back. One lunged at me again—I slammed the book against it, and it disintegrated. Winter cheered. “Mother! That’s amazing!”

They knew. They remembered. I walked toward the central dais, where the Grand Seer was said to keep the Living Book—a tome bound in dragonhide and inked with visions pulled from the Weave itself. I had seen it once, as a child. It had burned me then. Now, it only opened. The Grand Seer stood waiting, his face obscured by silver threads, his hands bare and marked with ink and scars. “You are early,” he said. “For what?” I asked.

"Elijah, just translate 20 pages of that book…we don't have time…also as payments, all this book..are free, and also take 3 gold coins from him...." I want to visit an alchemy store after this, that's why I don't really want to spend a lot of time in here. Since he said that he will pay for the translation, why not take advantage of it. Elijah states the conditions which the old man immediately agreed, as for me I just decided to go deep into the storybooks, while every now and then listening to their translations. The old wizard grim was obsessed and fascinated by Elijah's smooth and clear translations while repeating 'Oh God!' and 'Amazing' again and again. Apparently, the book was about F

His presence was both comforting and awe-inspiring, a testament to the depths of his knowledge and the magnitude of his power. The wizard's voice, when he spoke, carried a weight that seemed to transcend mere words. It resonated with a melodic timbre, reminiscent of ancient incantations and forgotten hymns. Each syllable was carefully enunciated, imbued with the resonance of countless spells and enchantments. His gaze, when it met the eyes of those before him, held a profound depth that seemed to pierce the very soul. It was a gaze that could discern truths hidden in the shadows, perceive the hidden potential within individuals, and unravel the mysteries that lay hidden in the tapestry of ex

The shadows seemed to dance around him, emphasizing the twisted contours of his expression. "Your king, Liam, seeks knowledge, seeks power," he continued, his words weaving a tapestry of mystique. "And in this pursuit, he has inadvertently unleashed forces that defy mortal comprehension." I tightened my grip on the torch, trying to maintain composure. The wizard's words resonated with a cryptic weight, leaving me both intrigued and apprehensive. The wizard's eerie laughter reverberated in the dimly lit chamber as I staggered backward, my grip faltering, and the torch clattering to the ground.

Something listening back. “You weren’t naming something,” Azriel said to the boy. “You were summoning it.” The boy nodded once. “And it heard me.” The wind shifted. Trees bent—not as if pushed, but like they bowed. Above them, the stars stirred. Not twinkling. Not falling. Turning. Velan staggered back a step. “It’s everywhere. In the soil. In the stones. Even the roots. The world’s… listening.” Finally, the Prophets moved. Their robes rustled like dry leaves on ancient ground. The eldest among them stepped forward, her voice thin as winter. “You broke the final seal,” she said to Azriel. “That word was meant to stay lost.”

Isabella yelled with excitement. Mellony closed the lid tightly and they headed back to the shack. They went in and closed the door. Mellony took a piece of chalk from her apron and drew a magical circle on the floor. She placed the hourglass in the center of it. Then she recited the enchantment. “Past, present, and future. You remain the same. Birth, life, and death are not the things you claim. Let me tip the scales with the sands of time. For the spell is cast like a chime.”