About Wizards Novels & Stories

“I’m not certain. I was very young then. Some kind of strife within their ranks, I think. Like a miniature civil war. It is said they wiped each other out. Balin would know more.” Leesa was more confused than ever. If the waziri had wiped themselves out, how on earth could she have gotten any of their powers a hundred years later? A sudden thought struck her. She stopped walking and turned to face Rave. “I always thought wizards were men,” she said, “and that women with magic were witches, or sorceresses. Were there any female waziri?” She could see her question caught Rave off guard. It was obviously something he had not thought about.

Counting the knights and taking stock of everything that would prove an obstacle. But he was plagued by the inability to find the particular spell in the book. Anything that could bind BailaLae in the form she was currently in. He needed to figure out what she was under before he could free her. Then pray there was one amidst them strong enough to cast it. Warlord knew how powerful he was, but his magic was not strongest in the area of spell casting. It was more earthen. Drawn from the air and sky and assuming control over these. To cite words and make a particular thing happen had been Hawk’s forte.

Only wizards can do that, they need material to perform magic or they call it medium. I'm not really familiar with it because there aren't many books about wizards, they said that the last magic empire were abolished for almost 500 years ago. At that time, they were called warlocks. I stared at my black bracelet, it was very beautiful. The designed and patter were bloomed black flowers with curvy vines. I wonder what it's function is. It would be the best if it could protect me from danger. A shield would be excellent. Sip. Huh? What was that?

“I’m Zack, by the way.” “Okay,” I said. Another minute later, “Hey, Kimia. What do you call a wizard who is good at calculus?” “Hermione,” I told him. “She’s good at arithmancy, not calculus,” Zack said without missing a beat. I snorted. “No,” he continued, “you call them a mathemagician.” “That was dumb,” I told him, but I couldn’t help grinning. He grinned back. “You’re smiling, though. I’ve got more.”

One of the boys rushed toward the old man and asked, "Sir, how did you do that?" The old man let out a chuckle and replied, "We are wizards. Werewolves are unaware of many aspects of our lives. Do you know why?" The teens shook their heads in response. "It is because they are not connected to any covens. Wizards and witches are different from them, yet they are very useful. Otherwise, why would your Alpha send us to me?" He said to them. The teenagers thought for a moment before nodding their heads with smiles on their faces.

The most important thing about them seems to be that they are a part of the world's rarest group – witches and wizards. Witches and wizards seem like nothing but a distant reality to the life that I’ve led. In a way, it sort of makes sense that werewolves would see them differently than ordinary humans. I’ve never met a witch or wizard myself, but as their names suggest they are born with magical powers. They belong both to the humans and to the supernatural, placing them somewhere between human and werewolf. I shake myself out of my reverie and return to the present. Mr. Cruz and Morgan Laveau are exchanging stiff pleasantries. Despite Mr. Cruz‘s attempts to appease her, Morgan’s eyes dart

If only you had studied the history books, you would have found out all this and put an end to it before it got this tough. It was when I finally found her that I met the man who took her into his living space and gave her food and shelter. His name is Christos Endymion, and he is a wizard, the last white wizard. We all know about the white wizards, it is said that they are spirits of our ancestors that keep visiting earth after they were called back. They only visit when they are needed and they don’t reveal themselves, except absolutely necessary. He only revealed himself to me because I am Alpha Keith's only friend and his mission on earth is to prevent his brother from killing his heir.

when he stopped and wiped his tears away he looked at me "My dear no magic, manifest or herbal is used anywhere in the world without my knowledge, the witches were suddenly cloaking their little coven to all but humans and were using herbs to lock someone's gifts of course I had to see why, imagine my shock to see that the wolf kings daughter was hiding a small child that was both wolf and vampire." He stands walking to his book shelf and pulling out a very large book. When he opened it he looked at it funny then began to pat his chest and look in drawers. "ehem" I fake cleared my throat "on your head?" he reached up and pulled a pair of bifocals from his hair,

They enjoy learning from their own mistakes. Hence we tend to see the same mistake being repeated in different generations. It is due to stubbornness and the refusal to believe before seeing. Anyway, it is not as if I am willing to teach them the way of life. How then will I achieve anything if I become their teacher? I am Vornt. The dreaded wizard of all time. Even after millennials, no one dares utter my name. Those who have heard of me, know that uttering my name is taboo. I guess every little thing has its time and place. My name is no longer known.

The love that this family of four shared was beyond compare. A lot of people mocked Anthony Vischer for marrying only one woman when he could have as many as possible. At a time when wizards were utterly lazy, promiscuous and arrogant, there were a few who did not follow the trend. This included Anthony Vischer, Maguire Vane, Arturio Slanvinsky and some other patriarchs of the pure-blooded families. Everything about a wizard is intensified, and by implication, if a wizard is powerful, he is usually very powerful. If he is weak, he is a spineless individual with no hope of redemption.