Books With Wizards Novels & Stories

Wilma would ask the adventurer's guild for advice on where to buy a wand for her. "Welcome." the same receptionist who helped her register spoke to her as she walked in to the reception desk. “Hi, can you help me? I wish I could buy spell books for Witches.” "Of course, I can. However, since you're still a level E beginner, you can only buy basic spell books.” "Oh, no problem. I do have to learn from basic spells, because I've never studied as Witches before. How much does the book cost?" "The price of a basic spell book for Witches is the same as for Mage. It costs 1 silver coin. The price is expensive because to be able to save spells into books, the book materials must use special materia

I wondered what the new development was, anyways, since he did not bother to share, I will not be digging my grave by asking questions that are unrelated to me. In order not to attract attention, I disguised myself and went into the public library. Although I'm the Alpha's favourite, Not many wolves were happy with the decisions made by Alpha Adrian and I love my life. I entered the library and went into the wizardry section, the books on wizardry were not much, I realized that this particular gift was rare. The book I saw was not much. I sat down on the chair and opened the book to read "The practice of magic is called wizardry".

I navigated through the labyrinth of the library until I approached another section that caught my attention. Spells and Cantrips. The first one I laid eyes on was “Casting Magic for Dummies.” I laughed, unbelievable that they even have such a book, but I shouldn’t be too surprised. Maybe the author was a wizard himself. I plucked it from the shelf and meandered towards a set of tables, plopping my treasures down. I sat at the table and decided to start reading, starting with the year 1970.

Once I reached home I had already prepared myself to open it but I had to savour the moment of having the first magic book in the world. It was created by the first ever sorcerer, Gwydion the first. He had created this book of spells for the future generations of sorcerers but sorcerers and sorceresses got extinct ever since the plague. A wizard, Alizon, translated the book in such a way that any magic-possessing creature would be able to use the book effectively. The book was said to be lost after the first war of the Seven kingdoms. But it wasn't, Alizon hid it in Udhanba, one of the Seven kingdoms, in an abandoned temple and was killed right after that.

Like the book knew me. I pushed that thought aside and turned the first few pages. Most of the entries were familiar types of magic—herbal mixtures, minor warding spells, protection charms, and potion recipes. The kind of practical witchcraft that most mages learned during their years at Rosewood. But I wasn’t looking for those. I flipped slowly through the pages, searching for anything that felt even remotely familiar. Anything that might explain the wings. Or the blood. It took several minutes before I found something.

"It's a whole day to ride by horse. I heard no one had made it alive once they tried to enter that area, and even the imperial family is not going there." "That sounds creepy." "You seemed interested in witches, madam." "Well, the books we brought to the bookstore are all stories about witch's romance. I thought things like witches and sorcery are forbidden, but why does that bookstore sell those items?" "It must be smuggled goods, madam. You have to hide those books because the king will be furious if he were to see those small tastes of happy pills of romance." 'Sorcerers... witches or whatever they call them in this world, they must be the reason why I am stuck here. Also, they must be re

That was all, but I had been wary of the knowing smile he had given me for a split second. "Yes." I muttered, waiting for him to leave before I opened the book. "That would be all." He bowed, leaving the room. The librarian wasn't an old man with a face covered in grey hairs. He was young, older than I was, but younger than the stereotype and definitely weirder. I scanned the book and realised the order of druids contained spells translated to English. These were too useful to be locked away and forgotten inside this dark, cold room. The book listed the spells numbered in ascending order. A few of them had symbols next to them and a how-to-use description attached to it.

“Being a witch is more than just waving your wand around.” Mistress Sungul would always say, her own wand poised between her fingers. “We are what mages dream to be. We are what priests fear.” It was almost like a mantra. As Sungul leisurely paced around the room, soaking in my blank stares and gazing at the mist that oozed from her wand, she would repeat herself. Sometimes muttering so low that I had to strain to hear her. Usually, she was boisterous, loudly jabbering on about our roles as witches.

he asked, his voice skeptical. Shirer nodded. "Yes, I've searched thousands of books, and this is the only one that mentions them. It's an old book, written by a witch who claimed to have met the warlock king's daughters." She flipped through the pages, stopping at an illustration of a castle. "This is the warlock castle. It's said to be hidden deep in the heart of the warlock kingdom." I felt a shiver run down my spine as I looked at the illustration. There was something eerie about it, something that made me feel like we were being watched.

"Nah! No third option, Riri," Beatrix gulped. The title of the second book was 'The troublesome flowers'. It may seem like an interesting book about beautiful ladies and romance but really it's not. It was a horror story. Half a page of this book that she glanced at last year made her have sleepless nights. This book served the purpose of building the heart's strength and courage. A wizard or witch from time to time would go on missions. None of them was a stroll in the park. If one was not valiant, he/she wouldn't be able to do so. But she was still a babe. How can he read this sort of book to her? Is he truly her brother?