A Wizard's Guide To Defensive Baking Novels & Stories

" .... So that's why they needed that bone well! They were trying to support the child and create strong witches." Hikaru fist taps his palm at the realization. " And also for Bankotsu to waste craploads of magic on over the top unbelievable illusions." V7 added. " How horrid! But why would they need more witches?" Akari whined. " Probably to create more baker witches. " I guessed with an unsure shrug. " Baker Witches?" Kagome asked looking for more clarification. " Witches that are able to bring back the death by baking a body made out of herbs and the bones of the dead person. The soul would be forced back into the body and would require the souls of the death to continue living. Exhibit A

"Destruction energy! You actually received the protection of a middle dimension expert!" Wilbur flipped his right hand, summoning the thunder cleaver, but at that moment, the merfolk priest chanted a spell. A defensive wall emitting blue light quickly formed, and the next moment, a blue skull flew out from the wall, constantly opening its mouth, and biting toward Wilbur.

My guards trailed behind, discreetly keeping their distance. Smiles and waves greeted me, some even tossing flowers at my horse's hooves. For a fleeting moment, the weight on my chest lifted, replaced by the warmth of this familiar scene. The bakery where Kaelen had met the witch was quite popular, so it wasn't hard to reach. He and Aric had offered to accompany me but I needed to do it alone. I dismounted, securing my horse to a nearby tree before stepping into the bakery. My guards remained outside, their presence a silent watch. The small shop was a haven of sweet aromas, and the few patrons present rose to their feet, bowing as I entered.

My team moved with practiced efficiency, each person performing their tasks with a blend of professionalism and enthusiasm. The front door chimed as we unlocked it, signaling the start of our first day. All the workers in "Bakery and More" were werewolves, handpicked by Xavier. Their heightened senses and strength made them excellent bakers and servers, ensuring efficiency and precision in every task. The cakes were freshly taken out of the oven, their golden crusts glowing under the kitchen lights. The scent of vanilla, chocolate, and caramelized sugar wafted through the air, blending harmoniously with the hint of cinnamon that Jennifer was carefully sprinkling on top.

She loved it when Dominic gave her anything new. “This is a defensive spell,” Dominic said. “It hardens the air around you, turning it into a shield. To be of use, it must usually be done very quickly, so the spell is only one word. I cannot say it—or even write it—without invoking the spell.” He picked up a twig. “I’m going to write the first part of the spell in the dirt and then I will tell you the final letter. After that, we’ll see what you can do with it.” The wizard squatted down and carefully scratched “BONDUU” into the dirt with the twig. He stood up and let Leesa study it for a moment, then wiped the letters away with his foot.

“Why don’t you come out and fight properly?” “Because fighting you outright isn’t fair” I muttered, breathing hard. She was an experienced witch and I was moving on instinct. I needed something she wouldn't see coming. I opened the book quickly whispering, “I need a self-defense spell.” The pages fluttered and stopped at a page. A binding spell. “Come out, come out wherever you are,” the lady teased, taking her precious time. I swallowed, peeking around the edge of the tombstone. She wasn’t close so I had to lure her.

At least I have to defend myself. Harry occasionally glanced at Kirey who was already busy eating the chocolate-flavored candy. "But why did you get an egg score?" "I was too lazy to write the answer, so I just answered it from my head. Shorter, clearer, and more concise. Mr. Dani alone can't hear my telepathy Harry. He's just an old fart that smells of graves, come on. You're being serious. Face the creatures of the earth!" "Earth creature? So what are you? Satan?"

“We’re working on something new today.” As we moved into position, I kept my face blank, but inside, I was unraveling. “We’ve spent the last few weeks studying defensive magic,” she continued, pacing slowly before the class. Her robes rustled faintly with each step, and the light streaming in through the trees lit up the copper strands in her otherwise dark hair. “Shields. Barriers. Absorption spells. All of it meant to protect. But today...” She paused dramatically, letting her words settle.

"Make sure it is well-stocked with all the necessary supplies and tools they may require." The guards, recognizing the gravity of the situation, sprang into action. They gathered herbs, crystals, and various artifacts known to aid in the practice of magic. Each item was carefully selected, ensuring that no essential component was overlooked. The room began to transform, as it took on the appearance of a sacred sanctuary, ready to embrace the power of the wizard's craft.