Crimson Book Stand Wizard101 Novels & Stories

“That is of no concern to you, wizard.” “But it is...” The wizard slowly pulled off his cloak. Golden hair spilled out, covering his face. Damien Wolfsbane’s eye widened, then looks down. “What do you want to know?” - The End of PHASE 1 -

“Doubt keeps you alive.” He reached for a book from the nearest shelf and flipped it open. The pages were blank. “Do you know why my library has no dust?” I shook my head. “Because the books breathe,” he said. “They exhale what others forget.” He offered the book to me. The pages shifted—faint outlines forming, fading, forming again. Names, dates, a line of ink that moved like a pulse: Evelyn Blackthorne arrived under a waning moon. I slammed it shut. “You’re writing my story.”

But the room is dark and empty. Jezza flips on the light and we close the door. "All right, I'll check her nightstands and the bookshelf." I move deeper into the room. "It's a purple prism about the size of two fists." I dig through Gwen's nightstand, ignoring the fact that I'm invading her privacy. But she brought this on herself. She promised to give me the pyramid. The nightstand has a ton of magical magazines and a few human playgirl ones. Gross. There are also all kinds of magical items in one drawer from polished stones to a mini Ouija board to a shrunken head. Ewwww!

Garrett The clearing is exactly as I remembered from my scouting trip yesterday. Secluded, peaceful, with a small stream running along one edge. I've set up blankets, cushions, and most importantly—a stack of books. Iris stops when she sees it, hand flying to her mouth. "You did all this?" Her voice is soft with wonder. "I wanted it to be special." I guide her to the blankets. "And I found something I thought you'd like." I hand her the top book. It's old, leather-bound, with gilt lettering. "Advanced Theories in Shield Construction and Consciousness-Based Magical Architecture."

Suddenly, both of the books burst into a shower of gold, leaving nothing behind except the two spots of gold where they used to be seconds ago. A woman, standing at the center of the library looks up, revealing her ethereal appearance. Her black hair is framing her face, and her golden eyes glowing with unknown power. Suddenly, she speaks up, “Sisters we have a predicament.”

Sunlight poured in through the open ceiling, making the platform that overlooked the cliffside and its arcane looking circle, glitter like polished opalite. I started scouring the books that lined the shelves, pulling them with both my hands and magic, flipping through pages as my eyes darted between books. With a wave of my hand I sent a book on potion recipes and another on cursed objects back onto the shelves. A slight headache throbbed at my temples by the time I found what book I was looking for. There was no missing that strange symbol, the one Dain had showed us painted on the wall. I flipped to the beginning of the chapter and stared down at the word, ‘Illusion spells.’

I just don’t know why my parents forbid me from using it but it appears to me that it will just cause me danger so I have no reasons in using so. “Happy Birthday Crystal!” A familiar voice coming from behind me really surprised me. The voice came from Kirk Robinson, my friend at Pyronia Island where we once lived. “Thanks for coming! Who are you with? I thought you’ll not be able to come but you did! You really are amazing.” Kirk gave me a slight hug before handing me his present. He is a Spirit wizard that’s why he knows how to create potions, he can also heal wounds.

She was also able to view the others. When Jalon saw a group of girls in the stansd, he began waving to them and occasionally blew kisses. Vandrad Stanier adjusted the belt running over his shoulder and connecting to his waist. He was donning a black grimoire with a vivid red diamond on the leather grimoire cover, indicating that he was more powerful than he appeared. “Greetings, ladies and gentlemen! There they are! Please help me Welcome the participants for the tournament of the Trials! “The crowd surged once more,” the announcer stated.

After the spell, she found out that one of the drops of blood belonged to Tony while the other belonged to the Sapphire witch that had escaped from her curse or so they thought, “How did she manage to get her blood and Tony’s blood into the linking spell, when she isn’t even physical? How did she do it from the underworld?” Regina kept asking herself. Alan locked himself inside the room, closely studying the spell book page after page in search for answers, then he came across a page of the book, which appeared to be blank, “A blank page? What could this mean?” He thought to himself.

I started with the wild scattering of books on my desk, closing some, pushing some to the side until I found it. The parchment. I held it like a trophy, reading the statement again. “I strongly believe that the key to overcoming the witches involved in sorcery is by finding the Crimson Circle. Not much has been said of this organizations, but they definitely exist. A group of men and women who have sworn to do evil.” I groaned. “Oh, Henry, you don’t expect us to figure this out, do you?” I folded the parchment. That nothing much hasn’t been said about the Crimson Circle doesn’t mean nothing hasn’t been said at all.