Badass Wizard Novels & Stories

"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.

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.

The little boy kneels at Zayn’s feet, facing the young woman I assume is his mother, and bows his head like an execution is something he was prepared for. “Zayn,” I mouth, terrified, my voice refusing to work. His name cracks over my tongue. I might be imagining the way his eyes twinkle with emotion before they darken to murderous intent once again. “Please.” He turns back to the throne and the rows below, ignoring the numerous, disfigured bodies and body parts strewn across the tiles. The Grand Wizard fumes, fury shining bright behind his dark eyes as he grips his staff–the head of which is an odd orb of some kind that whispers a deep, dark blue kind of magic. “You are not welcome here, hyb

She felt a sharp pain in her rib cage as she tried to pull herself up. “Your father must have said alot about me… Oh! He didn't? Allow me introduce myself. The greatest wizard, sixth order of the Phoenix, Pablo Martinez, but You Call me Master. Your kind is not worthy of my name”, he bragged. The strong smoke from his pipe coupled with the effect of the impact made her dizzy as he hovered rotationally around her. She regretted not obeying her father, but she also couldn't watch him die cheaply, in the hands of a power-hungry lunatic.

I asked, seeking clarification. “She already told you that he had to be removed from the school for not following directions. Dakota Buzzard seems to think he is the strongest mage ever to exist, which to him translates as he should be the one in charge. Unfortunately, he inherited a streak of evil from his great-grandfather, and putting him in charge of anything would be bad, not only for mages but for humans as well. He doesn’t seem to care about whether or not there’s a demarcation between the human world and mages. For thousands of years, mages and shifters have agreed that humans only need to know about us when it directly affects them, like many of the humans who live here in Whisperi

"You're the only child I found who stands a chance to free her from this loathsome spell. Without her wand, a sorceress is without magic. And a sorceress without magic is no more powerful than an ordinary woman. That's why she needs you. I've gone through the mirrors every day, visiting so many places to look for someone like you." "But how could someone like me help your mistress?" Cassandra said. "I'm just an ordinary girl." "Ha! Ordinary my foot!" Owlyn scoffed. "You have the blood of a seer. It runs in the family, passing from mother to daughter." "What?" Cassandra turned to Owlyn with a confused look, but before she could ask anything else, Cassandra felt the same gripping sensation in

Because of her mother’s wrath, she was sent to the Carter’s Group of Companies to be a secretary and instead of having fun on her summer vacation she was stuck being a secretary with the arrogant CEO. She planned everything on her mind. She can’t be called badass for nothing. But everything she planned out got destroyed when she met the CEO, who happens to be more badass than her! Everything she does is always flawed and she always being lost in the end! This is her first time being defeated by the arrogant CEO! If Millijay is the badass secretary, then Farris is the living devil CEO!