Best Wizard Ever! Novels & Stories

Boy, I’d just grown myself a pair of sorceresy cojones, although they shriveled in fear at the way that Isabella leapt up and her eyes flashed. “Who are you to come back from America and judge us?” She thundered. I grinned because that was an easy one. “I’m your Wolve Winner. You may be the boss, but I’m the most powerful sorceres, or did I miss that speech too? I know that my legacy counts for…everything, right? You’ve used all these scare tactics and threats, but I don’t think that you were ever going to kill me. Perhaps you’d have murdered my Charms, but I’m untouchable.”

They may have lost a lot of comrades, but they stand on the winning side. They unsealed the spell. They are great when it comes to close combat, but it will be hard for them during the start of the war. The Prince of the Werewolves is the one who brings the victory. He used his fang to chop it off. The Wizard is indeed strong, but once they are in close combat, the table will turn itself. In order to win, they must organize a well-prepared strategy, but they are outweighed by the knowledge of Werewolves' Prince.

Miss Harmony smiled so warmly that anyone would say her picture should be added to the word kindness in the dictionary. “Have you noticed anything strange with you so far?” “I saw I could make bright ponies ... out of nothing and other stuff like that.” “Then you aren’t sceptic. You couldn’t be sceptic ... Your parents were some of the best and most powerful wizards that mankind has ever had. Like Professor Eadan Knudlac. As for you, some people think you’ll ... the most powerful witch of your generation.” “I think ... it's hard to believe anything,” the girl tried to contradict her, looking back because she saw someone as small as a child younger than 4.

Had it not been for the declaration of war befra's group would have thought they had come to make friends. The leader wolf of the group of assassins looked straight into Ezra's eyes. “What do you guys want to do?” Windy did not hesitate but directly asked the question she wanted to know. Windy's response to that question was a loud laugh from the enemy. Their leader still looked at Ezra sternly; he didn't laugh at Windy or react. "Didn't expect that the one who was called the great warrior of the tribe had such a stupid subordinate?" "Who do you say is the fool?"

"In my entire existence, I have never sustained this kind of damage as worse as this. Now, you will regret doing this to me!" "Then do something about this," said Jacob. "Seriously, aside from King Solomon, his wife and their daughters, I am the only magician left!" "Your power is quite interesting, what is your name magician?" "Jacob is my name and I used to be the most faithful servant of King Solomon and Queen Elizabeth!" "My name is Elizer, and I am also the most faithful servant of King Abaddon! We are just in the same boat, we will do anything to protect our kings so I don't mind taking this fight seriously!"

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.

The king and Wazir both looked at each other, then turned back to face her, both answering her simultaneously. "Old Porv." "Old Porv." Elena stared blankly. "Who is that?" "The greatest sword fighter ever! His sword fighting skills are said to rival gods, and it's so beautiful and powerful it's like he was a god. His sword dance looks like magic, and he kills without the victim even knowing when he made a move!" Wazir exclaimed excitedly. Even Elena couldn't help but be excited about how he described her soon–to–be swordmaster.

The trees, the floor, the houses, and the flowers—I stared at them all. Wizard Ezra is a man who speaks of power and authority. Each step he takes or leaves behind is seen as a legacy. A lot of people worship and adore him, and we all grew up hearing his wonderful stories and adventures. Stories like how he saved his people when werewolves attacked the coven and fortress, stories like how he destroyed a thousand soldiers without moving an inch from where he sat, how he used his blood for sacrifice just to protect his people, and a lot more that every witch knows of.

At least I have to defend myself. Harry occasionally glanced at Kirey who was already busy eating the chocolate-flavored candy. "But why did you get an egg score?" "I was too lazy to write the answer, so I just answered it from my head. Shorter, clearer, and more concise. Mr. Dani alone can't hear my telepathy Harry. He's just an old fart that smells of graves, come on. You're being serious. Face the creatures of the earth!" "Earth creature? So what are you? Satan?"