Badass Wizard Novels & Stories

"My father said…" The leader of the Wizards stood tall, his pale face tilted upward with arrogance, as though the world itself were beneath his feet. His voice echoed with a tone that sliced through the tension in the air, sharp and unsettling. "Witches are the hunters of Wolves and Vampires. The most thrilling moment of a wizard’s life is to make a stew from their blood… and drink them." He chuckled, a slow, rotten sound that sent a ripple of discomfort across our group. His sunken eyes scanned us, predatory and gleaming with amusement.

the wizard stated. “So it is curiosity then. When I heard the gods had been sent to Limbo by a mere werewolf, it left me wondering who on earth she was and how I really needed to see her. When I saw her at first, I was about making mockery of the moon goddess having much faith on a weakling but when we squared off in a combat, I got to know how she is powerful.” Seth summed up.’ “Well I am here from stopping you from going any further with your stupid agenda” the wizard stated his countenance morphing into one of determination.

"Use your deadly force and ensure that she doesn't get out of this alive!" the leader of The Wizard screams loudly with his demonic, terrifying voice as they move quickly towards her, snarling viciously and converting their energies into dangerous-looking, hellish-like weapons. Okay, I think I really need to help Serena. There is literally no way in hell she's going to overcome the large number of witches and wizards that I am looking at running briskly towards her. I begin to prepare myself, doing the best I can to summon my wolf, but the next thing I see makes me stop instantly.

Kind of like a hazel, but they had more color to them. His dark-chocolate brown hair was parted and arched at the top, like one of those f-boy hairstyles. He wasn't an f-boy, though. He just liked the style. But a lot of girls thought he was cute and had total crushes on him. I was surprised he was still single. He was funny, nice, smart, and good-looking.

' The last part was whispered but perceptible none the less. 'Ha ha ha!, your guards and the patrol men don't even detect the wizard when he crosses the borders. Do you remember the first time he made an appearance? There was a freaking trained werewolf at the door, the door Ryker. But he still got in! ' I threw my hands in the air as the last two words dissipated in waves into the space. 'Tamara why won't you calm down. ' He urged, making a step towards where I stood. 'No! ' I stretched my palm in the air to stop him from making another move towards me. 'Your role as my mate will not stop the wizard from fulfilling his heart desires. It will take more than a weak alpha to stop a powerful wi

“I wonder who he is?” “I haven’t any idea.” “One of those roguish wizards from up north, Marg or Dakaar?” Termâs looked again. “No, I really don’t think so. He’s even eviler than those two and so powerful. I would almost guess that he is more than just a wizard…more like a sorcerer.” “That poses a bigger problem.” “I know.” “I can be of some help. Velsusi trained me in many arts, but I have never needed to use them.”

Fortunately, she has the power to made him to be in cage. Four hundred years ago, The wizard and the confessors, then, engaged in a war for the Institution heir Post. It was so sad and a big slap at the mother confessor's face, when the wizard killed all male confessors. Then, she made a curse upon it: that, “Every male confessor given birth to must be killed they are useless to the Universe”.

Miles and miles away on the other side of the mountain The old wolf, Rael, knew he was not alone anymore. His nose didn’t work like it used to, neither his eyes but his senses did, and he could feel it in the air. The electricity, the stillness of it. His human, Varian, is almost too weak to think from starvation. At the edge of a desolate clearing stood a crooked figure draped in tattered robes, the wizard of dubious repute known as Malakar. Of course, they did not know he was a wizard, but they could tell he was some sort of powerful.

Yet he prepared himself to follow Moria’s plan, he trusts her after all. May Gaearandys be with us, he chanted in his mind. “Cancel!” he shouted and the board domain vanished. He poured all the remaining mana and strengthened his body with his aura. With the wind surrounding his blade he ran towards the battle of two great powers. Jumping up, he slashed his sword to the Grand Arch Wizard whose attention was all focused to Moria. The plan was not in vain, Harlequin successfully struck the Grand Arch Wizard, but it was not after the clashing powers died down that he saw the goddess of the wind holding in her hands the chain of destruction that was struck in her body.

“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.