A Wizard's Guide To Defensive Baking Novels & Stories

None of them stared too long. We traded food, shared stupid jokes, and for once, I didn’t feel the need to hide my power. “Do you miss Eldoria?” one of the witches asked. I shook my head. “I miss the silence.” Brek threw a grape at me. “You’re in a garden full of seventeen-year-olds. Silence is dead.” --- That afternoon, I joined the defensive shifting class. Not to lead. To learn. The instructor was a stern but fair woman named Master Voss. She watched me with keen interest but didn’t treat me like I was made of myth.

The alternative is too terrible to contemplate. We run, but they are too close. We aren’t allowed to harm anybody with our magic; however, we can surely defend ourselves. Both Ann and I mutter the incantation under our breath that will construct an impregnable defensive wall between us and our three pursuers–the same wall that is erected around the palace. We don’t pause to think that our pursuers have managed to breach it. The wall forms behind us, transparent, solid, and yet not solid. We don’t stop running, and that probably saves our lives.They tear through the wall as if it doesn’t exist. We try several other defensive spells, but nothing is working. It is worrisome, but we don’t have t

Kael said, filling a pot with clear water and beginning to ask it riddles in binary. I went for the main event. I decided to bake the Literalizer a cake. A "Cake of Infinite Why." I used the Essence of Déjà Vu, so each step felt familiar yet wrong. I measured flour not by cups, but by the volume of a good secret. I sweetened it not with sugar, but with the anticipation of sugar.

Lysander looked at me intently, then replied, “Only with another layer of magic. A sort of shield. But that means we have to work twice as hard, and we don’t have enough wizards for all the points.” Beta Casren interjected, his voice firm. “Then our priorities are clear. Mortars paired with white magic at the most critical points. Other routes can manage with physical defenses and troop rotations. It’s better to strengthen certain areas than to spread ourselves thin across all points.” Alpha King nodded slightly. “Right. We can’t spread our forces too thin. Focused defense is more useful than a long, fragile line.” Alpha King tapped the table with his fingertips, pondering for a moment. “And

Possibly on the ceiling. “This,” I said carefully, “is not how baking works.” She didn’t even look at me. “You don’t know that.” “I do know that.” She glanced over her shoulder, eyes bright with mischief. “Are you questioning me because you’re concerned… or because you’re afraid?” I raised a brow. “Of what?” She smiled sweetly. “Me.” That was fair. “Zenith,” I tried again, calmer, “you heal with precision. You brew remedies that can stabilize bloodcraft and calm feral rogues. Why are you eyeballing measurements?”

He snorted. “Is there some smarmy wizard wisdom on the subject?” I asked him. “Man, we’re not the same. You have money, I have magic,” he said. I titled my head questioningly. “Here.” He took a ring off his finger. “It’s for shields. This.” He took a bracelet off. “Protection against ghosts, this.” He pointed at his belt. “Captures lifeforce little by little, so that if I get injured, despite the fact that I don’t have your super-healing, I can get back on my feet in a jiffy. Never trust that a wizard is weaponless as long as there is something on him. Attacks, veils, protections—we cover our asses. So I’d do something like that for my girl.”

On each desk where two students were seated, a volume of How to use a wand - Lessons for beginners, Get busy and make it snappy by Paula Brown, appeared for each student. “Today we talk about how to use the magic wand. The magic wand is ... the extension of a wizard's hand and it is normal to be the first thing we learn to use. Today if we have more time after reading, we practice defence against the attack of the opponent... How to disarm your wand attacker,” said the professor. The boys were on top of the world. Bustle and noise among them, because it was clear they liked the subject they were to discuss at that course. What can be more fun for young people of their age than fighting with

“Listen to me, boy. You won’t bring justice by charging into the lion’s den bare-chested. If you go now, you’ll be another corpse they forget.” James glared at him. “Then what? What do I do, wait until they wipe out what’s left of my people?” “No,” the wizard said. “You become the weapon they never see coming.” He turned and motioned for James to follow. Inside the wizard’s cottage, the air thickened with the scent of old parchment, bitter herbs, and something faintly metallic. The wizard walked to a large stone basin and began chanting in an ancient tongue. He tossed in dried herbs, crushed bone powder, and a vial of dark liquid that sizzled as it hit the hot water.

Azure Dragon Elder was letting off defensive spells like they was no tomorrow. Dozens of massive gates formed in the sky, each with a different aesthetic but all made from ice. These ice gates were like an immovable fortress that nothing could come across in a million years. These gates exuded an impenetrable aura, as would a spell from the most powerful defensive spell mage on the continent. Elder Azure Dragon's defensive spells were second to none. He focused solely on studying defensive magic because he had an aversion to killing others. These invincible barriers were nothing but springboards for the bunnies to use on their way towards their target. The moment the bunnies touched foot on

"Mom, you knew, right? You were already preparing for this fight, weren't you, Mom? You knew Stephanie would come back eventually. Knew she would target me." I took out the first book. Its leather cover was smooth and old from being used many times. My mother had read this book often. The title was written in silver letters: “Countering the Darkness: A Complete Guide to Defensive Magic.” I opened it carefully, and a piece of paper fell out. My mother's handwriting. "For Jessie, when the time comes. Start here." Tears blurred my vision for a moment. Even in death, even across the barrier of time and circumstance, my mother was guiding me. Helping me.