Best Wizard Ever! Novels & Stories

His beautiful smile that never failed to fill my head with fooling thoughts of happily ever after. I stepped outside of the house, Earl spotted me and jogged up to me. ‘’My king, good morning.’’ He greeted me with a brief bow. I nodded my head in acknowledement, walking with him. "Did it work?" He aske, earning a shrug from me. ''How on earth am I supposed to know? I'm not the wizard.'' I answered, my face scrunched up in annoyance. ''I'm a warlock.'' He corrected me with his eyebrow cocked. ''And I don't care.'' I said with a shrug. I really did not give a fuck that Earl was a wizard or warlock.

i am the world greatest " !The shadow fighters looked at her and so were all in the palace. ILE IBERU Prophecy spoke of the one who can send the people who loved to die and he would need to fight now to gain his attention, and without a waste of time, they set out to see the wise prophet, and the kingdom of this wise king, has never witnessed such a great crowd. He stood and welcomed them, and this time, no war nor fight, he made them comfortable. But there was a problem, with sending such a great amount of people, he would need more than two wizards, and he told the king IBERU that he was sure that there was no one as great as him. And as far as he was concerned, no other wizard existed,

my uncle questioned once the man had closed the doors. He turned to me. “How do you know about Simoa and I?” “She showed me the memory of the day Eligor marked her,” I told him. “Who are you exactly?” Pixie asked. When the man wasn’t saying anything, my uncle took over. “His name is Brennus, King of Advalur. Theirs is the dimension of the most powerful wizards throughout. He’s the most purely powerful wizard there is.” “What do you mean purely powerful?” my mate asked.

He took a deep breath and said, “There are three that I know of!” Three… Zayn’s eyebrow twitched beyond his control when he heard the number. He was under the assumption that there were only two at most and did not expect that there were three of them. He was not overpowered if that was the case. Joe paused for a moment and then said, “The three are King Erik from Eastclub, Bolt from Westclub, and Gautama from Northclub. They were already invincibilis fighters before the age of 30 and they can be described as the greatest geniuses who can’t be found anywhere else in the world! Eastclub’s King Erik is the most powerful one among them because he was in invincibilis state by the time he was 27

“He hasn’t told you anything, has he?” My jaw tightened. “Carter tells me everything. You don’t know what you’re talking about.” “Oh, but I do.” The Wizard leaned forward, his ancient eyes glinting beneath his hood. “You think this is about strength? About will? You fool yourself, boy. This is about destiny.” My fists balled at my sides. “Speak straight, old man. What are you saying?”

I was shocked, and I asked him how he had managed to convince the council. My grandfather's smile grew wider. "I'm the Silver Wizard, their leader," he said. "I have authority over them. They will do as I say." I felt a surge of admiration for my grandfather's confidence and authority. He was a powerful wizard, and he knew how to wield his power. I was still in disbelief, but I understood that my grandfather had just given us an opportunity to regroup and come up with a new plan. I parted my lips to speak, but Alpha Red beat me to it.

In the end, you decide to hear him out. Letting go of Yvon's arm, you bring your hands up and cross them over your chest while giving Dyan a hard stare. The latter throws his hand towards the direction of the man who bit your neck first and says. "That's Prince Aziel Basileus." Next, he gestures towards the man with dimples. "Lionell Draziw, the greatest wizard in the realm. Yvon, and I'm Dyan. The reason why we brought you here is because we think you're in grave danger."

"No. 6, the perfect strategist who has not been hurt even once in all of his past missions. The Genius Prince from the Land of Perfumes, alias: Vartyss" A lad with glasses and a refined body under his sweaty casual wear greets the camera with a smile. Then he turns back and puts his virtual chess piece to checkmate his opponent on the AB Ring’s hologram board. On his shoulder was a barbell. "Strong as a rock, fast as a thunderbolt. Alias: Tim and alias: Thwar, brothers from the realm of the Vikings. The record holder for clearing 47 Knight-level missions equally, which is the most among any trainee, follows as joint No.4!"

I gasp because never in my wildest dreams did I imagine ever seeing this dagger in real life. I've read the stories in the history books and seen the drawings. But it's not the same as seeing it up close. Soul Destroyer is a dagger belonging to the Moon Goddess. It was given to Saven, the Witch Goddess, to aid in her quest to destroy a warlock named Vant, who plotted to overthrow Saven, destroy witches, and bring back his lost mate.

I don't think he was mentioned in the book but why does he seem so familiar to me? "He's the only disciple of Cesar but..... who's Cesar?" I muttered in a whisper but Eunice heard my question and answered it enthusiastically. "Cesar is the most powerful wizard in the Empire, Your Highness!" I nodded my head as she continued "Many wanted to learn magic from him but he only took one person as his disciple--- that is Ishmael Theodore." I leaned back on the chair and asked once again. "Hmmm, Ishmael... have you ever seen him, Eunice?" She shook her head and replied "Not yet. But there were rumors that anyone who lays their eyes on him will be bewitched by his beauty!" I raised an eyebrow as she