Crimson Book Stand Wizard101 Novels & Stories

⸻ The image darkened. The Crimson One stepped away from his brothers. ⸻ Toward a glowing object hidden beneath the earth. ⸻ A crystal. ⸻ Dark red. ⸻ Beautiful. ⸻ Wrong. ⸻ The moment he touched it— Everything changed. ⸻ The vision exploded. ⸻ Darkness spread across the world. ⸻ Cities burned. ⸻ Wars erupted. ⸻ Entire kingdoms fell. ⸻ The Crimson One watched it all with fascination.

The wizard who had been knocked to the ground by Arnold stood up but before he could make the counter attack, Arnold brought out a black book and pointed directly at him. He froze when he saw the book. "Do you want me to use it or would you leave this place now?" Arnold asked without mincing words with him. "This fight isn't over for both of you." He proclaimed before disappearing into thin air. First of all, I had a lot of questions to ask about how he came here and how he had just disappeared into thin air but the more important question at the moment was the book that Arnold had pointed at him. It was the werewolves forbidden book of sorcery and no one was allowed to use it or take it fro

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“They knew what they were doing. But maybe-maybe, they used potions. Would they risk the easiness of runes? If I had them all, they-they would be so easy. But potions… they are all around but so, so, hard to manufacture…” I shifted my focus to the unsteady stack of books on the table and saw one on top with a red decorative cover that was so hard to comprehend but the image of red horns, which were in a deeper color, was easy to decipher. The title said; WOUND (Wolves Understanding of Demons) I was so shocked by that last word that I whispered out, “Demons?” The Zeta froze and I cursed, hiding myself behind the bookcase again. Escaping would be impossible because he’d see me running out of t

The days passed and they seemed to be at peace, the mansion was a safe haven, but Maciel knew that Epistolo was planning something and he wasn't wrong. Epistolo was in the same forest where Marco and the others were going, gathered with just two other wizards, on the ground there was a drawing of a triangle on the ground with a tiny distance, that they could stand towards the tip and hold hands, they muttered a magic keeping their heads down, while in the center of the triangle a bowl with blood from the hands of the three wizards began to bubble and from inside slowly emerged a round black crystal that floated and stood still in the air.

It required an amount of power, that would have made it impossible for any of the inhabitants the lower or even upper levels to dispel. Without a candle, lantern or crystal to shed a speck of light within the closet room Cazer had to rely on his astute vision to see within. His body became tense as he regarded the chaotic scene. Surveying the sigils, magic circles, and runes that littered the room from floor to ceiling. Cazer felt a chill run down his spine as he saw Chiri lying on the ground amongst a collection of parchment and scrolls.

"They have, ever since she was born." Cassandra set the little serpent among the piles of gold coins. The creature sagged in defeat and exhaustion after lying before that terrible fire. "There it is," Vasilisa's voice came from behind a mountain of walnut-sized raw rubies. It wasn't hard to find the book. It was placed on a golden stand in between two golden Sirin statues. The grimoire turned out to be the largest book Cassandra had ever seen, with pages made of parchment illuminated with tracery, and it was open to a page thickly covered with elegant, intricate writing.

I shook my head immediately. “No. No, Lizzy. She’s just… she’s young. She’s selfish. She’s not…” “Listen to me.” Lizzy grabbed my shoulders. “The substance I found in your blood is not normal. It’s not a drug. It’s not a poison you can buy.” She stood up and walked to her shelf and pulled down a thick old leather book about bound. “It’s linked to forbidden magic.” My stomach dropped. “Magic?” “This type of magic is used by a group of evil witches, The Crimson Veil Coven.”

He struggled to resist the stop, his vitality draining away, darkness obscuring every corner of his vision. HeVox was a nightmare. This time he was standing in front of a large, black altar. Strange characters appeared everywhere. Above your head, a horned wizard floats in a large glowing disc, defying gravity with his magical powers. When Ragnar saw him floating. A beam of light passed through the wizard's clawed hand, but he made no threatening gesture. Ragnar raised his weapon but did not attack because he wanted to see what would happen. "What can my master give for your soul?" asked the wizard in a voice mixed with magic. 'What do you want? Think and it will be yours.''

Yesterday had gone well, but there’d been a moment where it was touch and go and my blood runs cold every time I think about what could have happened if I lost control and the mages got their powers back. “What’s wrong?” Soren finally asks with a small frown. I’ve been pacing like a caged tiger and he’s been very patiently trying to ignore me while attempting to read. Hilda found the book in the huge library Arlo’s pack has tucked away in an underground fortress and tasked him with checking whether it contains anything useful. Apparently we’re not the first werewolves to have a run-in with mages. The book is titled: Illusions and How to Dispel them. So far it hasn’t offered up anything of pr