About Wizards Novels & Stories

She might not understand what they were up against. "Matt, I am not running anymore. We stay here and fight. No more running" she stated firmly. Matt found her funny. She wanted to fight. A fight where she would had no chance. "These are not werewolves. They are wizards. Wizards, they conjure magic, control demons, do incredible things" Matt believed she was supposed to know that without him telling her. "We have a wizard on our side" she argued further. That was the worst she had said since they started this argument.

“What else could it be? Ha, mister-know-it-all, according to what else expect God can do this.” “I said I don’t know.” the villager shrugged. “You don’t know. Of course, you don’t know.” My eyes twitched, Jablin was a fool on duty, but it was well over everything that he had done before. I just sat and waited for a right moment. Jablin stood up. His face had a strange smile that danced on that large head, the smile of fanatism: “The wizards are to blame. They and their wicked, devilish experiments, I spit on them, I denounce them. Who knows to what lengths they have gone to achieve the unimaginable? And the worst of them is the wise woman, Yolanda.”

However, eveeything changed when Light-Cored Wizards and Witches started dying. To mundanes, it just seemed like a serial killer is on the loose, but for the magical police, it's a sign of an impending war. There is no way of distinguishing Dark-Cored Wizards from Light-Cored ones however, since the cores are determined only by an in-depth exam that can only be done in a secured environment that lasts for at least half-an hour.

“This would keep her for now before her wolf completes the final process. I must at this point make a very important statement. The witches are fully operating and are finding various mechanisms to stop you all. This is just one of the ways in which they would use. You must learn to stop them!” They all nodded... And one by one, they thanked the wizard... and as were about leaving when the wizard stopped them. “I must warn you of a certain mole amongst you... So... BEWARE...!” and with that, the wizard disintegrated into thin air..., leaving everyone in a state of utter confusion.

I knew him well. And he knows me. He’ll know it’s true. But after I’d confided everything, clutching my arms across my chest and rubbing my biceps to work some heat back into them, Adrian launched to his feet. “This is blasphemy! Everyone knows the magistrate is an upstanding citizen! What you’re saying is utter falsehood. Stuff that could get someone killed!” He scoffed. Beginning to pace. “A warlock. They don’t exist!” Adrian tossed his hands in agitation. “Everyone knows they’re a myth conjured by witches in vengeance! Only women can foster the dark arts!”

I asked the witch perturbed. "I'm not the witch that knows the future or the witch that heals and that possesses soul," she told me. I'm just the witch that was forced to make Bazaar an armor that protects him from wolves bane and any other werewolves' weakness, so he can pretend to be a human." Within her eyes, I could see sadness. Bazaar affected her life badly as well. "What happened to the other witch?" I asked. "Bazaar killed them," she retorted in tears. "But when he found out that my powers are building shields and armor to protect you from any weakness, he locked me up and force me to make him armor from dark leather to hide his true identity."

Quill looks uncertain, and I press my lips together, “I’m going to go look for her, Quill. I have to. You don’t have to come with me if—” “I’ll come,” he says, quickly. “Of course, I’ll come with you.” “Alright then,” I meet his gaze. “Let’s go.” *** What we didn’t realize was that the tunnels would be guarded today after the incident. I recognize the three counselors standing there: Annabelle, Ferguson, and Regan. Ferguson curls his upper lip on seeing me. “What is a Zero doing here? Haven’t you caused us enough of a headache?” He takes a step toward me only for Annabelle to step in his path. She studies me. “Ferguson has a point. You should be in your barracks right now. Why’re you here?”

What kind of place was this? “We know you want to break a curse?” she added “In that case, you shall join our group. We are the club of white wizards. We are composed of professors and talented students that aims to study magic to help others—” They were so proud of themselves the crazy b*stards! “I do not see you’re helping anyone.” I cut her parole short, “And now excuse me I’m going to sleep.” And I just walk out, like that!

+20 abyssal force] [Wizard sub-role unlocked!] [Wizard: Scholars that study the magic forces and seek the guidance of the Abyssal will. +10 Abyssal force. +1 Intelligence.] [Note: A Wizard will refuse to research technology, and researchers will refuse to study magic.] [You can aid your wizards creating spells using the Path tab] "Great! Magic at last!" David celebrated the small victory and immediately pressed the Path tab, but he couldn't create any new spells yet. "Guess i have to wait for them to start creating something."

"My esteemed Princess, how could the moon goddess possibly connect you with an unknown wizard? You mustn't believe his words, after all..." I knew werewolves and wizards always saw each other as abominable entities. For centuries, there had been hardly any rumors of good relations between wizards and werewolves; maintaining a state of non-interference was already considered very friendly. Especially my father, the king of this generation, was so averse that even hearing about wizards would make him furious. Because of this, this man was the first wizard I had seen in my life. So I understood Eileen's current emotions. "But a wizard wouldn't joke about somethin