Badass Wizard Novels & Stories

Centuries ago, when the moon goddess decided to create supernatural beings, one of her creations strayed dangerously from the path of benevolence. Salazan, a powerful wizard gifted with lunar magic, proved to be a flawed creation, a dark deviation from the moon goddess's plans to balance the magical world. Initially, Salazan was gifted with extraordinary magical abilities, fueled by the light of the moon. However, his unbridled ambition led him to explore the darkest shadows that existed. His desire for power became an insatiable flame, consuming any remnant of goodness that existed in his heart.

Ella chimed in, her excitement evident. Curiosity got the better of us, and we decided to take a detour to visit the fortune teller. The small, dimly lit shop was tucked away in a quiet corner, with a sign that read, "Madame Zara's Mystical Readings." The interior was filled with an eclectic mix of mystical artifacts – crystal balls, tarot cards, and dreamcatchers. The air was heavy with the scent of incense, adding to the otherworldly atmosphere. Madame Zara, a woman with piercing eyes and an enigmatic smile, welcomed us. "Come in, come in. I sense you have many questions," she said, her voice soothing yet filled with an air of mystery.

The wizard laughed. "Don't underestimate the people around you too much High Wizard. Do you think you look too powerful fighting against a pregnant woman? What show of power. Your kind must be so proud of you, or is it something that you all usually enjoy?" Giselle paused and gasped in sarcasm when the Wizard said nothing but scowled.

He was a peddler and earned money by selling low-quality aphrodisiacs. "Stay away from me! Idiot!” I snorted and I moved his face away from mine. "I want to ask you something. Have you heard of the powerful wizard,Bennet?" "Lately, a lot of people have asked questions about him. I heard rumours that the wizarding world was going to undergo a radical change! Bennet is already known as a powerful wizard and has begun recruiting new members into his army. Thanks to his evil powers, much more powerful than those of an ordinary wizard, he has attracted and gained many followers. What bad luck! If things continue to progress like this, a war will break out sooner or later in the wizarding world. I

I said carefully, "I can’t protect her from Damien, Michael, or the others." A bitter smile touched his mouth. "Smart. You want my help, but not the promise that comes with it." The way he saw straight through me shook me. "Eve Dakota," he said softly, my name falling from his lips like a spell. "I’m a powerful wizard. You have no idea what I’m capable of. Let me paint you a picture." His lips curled in a dangerous half-smile. "I’m synonymous with the White Wolf." The words snapped me out of the haze. It suddenly made me understand why my wolf was silent. She recognises him and his power.

I had to take him to the hidden witch base, where the elders could heal him with their powerful magic. Gathering all the strength I had left, I focused my energy on a teleportation spell, praying that it would work despite my exhaustion. Holding Cain close to me, I whispered the incantation, and in a flash of light, we vanished from the woods, reappearing inside the hidden witch base. The elders rushed to our side, their eyes wide with concern as they saw Cain’s condition. I explained what had happened, and they immediately began their healing rituals.

He struggled to resist the stop, his vitality draining away, darkness obscuring every corner of his vision. HeVox was a nightmare. This time he was standing in front of a large, black altar. Strange characters appeared everywhere. Above your head, a horned wizard floats in a large glowing disc, defying gravity with his magical powers. When Ragnar saw him floating. A beam of light passed through the wizard's clawed hand, but he made no threatening gesture. Ragnar raised his weapon but did not attack because he wanted to see what would happen. "What can my master give for your soul?" asked the wizard in a voice mixed with magic. 'What do you want? Think and it will be yours.''

“The man that is helping Gilliam claims to be this legendary character. He claims to be Soxor.” A murmur went through the group. I looked at Sybil and saw that she and Rydel were hanging on my every word. Their expressions were serious, showing me that they believed me. I took comfort in that. “I have trained in every settlement that remains, with witches and wizards that are older and more powerful than anyone in this room,” I pressed. I looked around at the elders. The anger that was on their faces was shifting into concern. “I have never faced a wizard as powerful as the man that is claiming to be Soxor. The dark magic that he wields is unnatural. It is a miracle that it hasn’t consumed h

" Or there may be a spell to hide it. “You can,” Octavius said, nodding vehemently. He snapped his fingers, and his neck, as if preparing to enter a fighting ring." There are several types of wizards and witches in our world. The best are druids, they connect with nature. The wisest are shamans, and also have a great power coming from the earth. But there is the bad side, and those who tarnish the human stories and legends about witches as a whole, who are the supreme sorcerers, and these, your majesty, are the biggest causers of problems in our world. They have an arsenal of incredible magic. They don't need a Grimoire of Shadows to remember the spells and rituals, they ARE the very Grimoir

I spread my arm and controlled a sword in the air, I threw it at him but it became a snake before it could even hit him, and then the snake just fucking crawled away so fast. My brows crossed. "You're— you're a monster!" "Well," he smirked playfully. "You can say that." He chuckled. "I'm a powerful wizard, so maybe, it's fine if they refer to me as their greatest monster." "You're crazy!" "We all are." He shrugged. "In our own little ways, we all are a little crazy somehow." "What do you want from me?!" The side of his lips rose. "You, simply you, Kira Goldberg."