Dead Wizard Novels & Stories

"No need to panic, my lady. The potion is still in effect. He'll wake on his own within seven days. However..." "However what?" "The coffin has been sealed. The medicinal vapors have built up with no way to dissipate. If you want to wake him early, I would need to use acupuncture on the vital points, supported by an aged restorative tonic to stabilize his breathing. It's a dangerous process, but I'd put the odds at roughly seven in ten." Vivienne gritted her teeth. "That's good enough. It's better than letting that woman kill him." "So, this is what you truly think of me, Mother."

Robert who remembered that immediately looked at them. "No, this house was destroyed along with Mr. Erick, did you also not hear what Mr. Erick said when we took care of him before giving us orders?" Harada cut off the words of Robert, her husband. “Ercik said that his soul had long since disappeared because of that demon. Since a while ago, Ercik had felt that way. The demon had also escaped, and was with Xavier. Yet Alice has already killed them!” “This house is all we have, we better fix it right away. And looking for a new generation again, Tristan also left in the tragedy this time!”

The infected weren’t the only threat anymore. That much had become clear over the past few weeks. It wasn’t just the shambling hordes of zombies that kept me awake at night, but the survivors—the desperate ones, the ones who had lost too much, the ones who saw others as nothing more than resources to take.

He wimps, a slight chuckle escapes my lips. "Oh, sweetheart if only you knew how stupid you look right now." "Besides, you're useless to me now," I added. I slowly bent down and leaned closer to his ear. "Never underestimate me." "Like they say." Pausing for a second. "The most dangerous animal in the world is a silent smiling woman." I cocked my gun and shot him in the chest. He slowly gasps for air glancing deep into my eyes with fear. One-thousand-two-hundred and six people I've killed in my life. And none of them, I ever pitied for. People might say it's cruel but to survive in this barbaric world, you need to be feared by others.

“How could the witch and Barbara get here this fast? If they managed to save Barbara before midnight and got here at five, wouldn't that be the time it took for the witches when they used Body Transfer?” Rokan Allegro took a step forward, stopped at the door of the Healing Room and looked at Barbara, who was lying weakly through the glass. “Barbara is another type of immortal besides the witch who can use Body Transfer.” “How could it be?” this time it was Aryadi who said. “She's just a wolvire, someone who can be said to be a hybrid!” Rokan Allegro turned his head. “You don't know your own daughter's secrets, do you?”

He stared at the beautiful girl in front of him, but Vasilia had lost her sheen to him. She tried to step in but Warren blocked her, “I was about to grab some sleep. I am going to join the crew of the Scald Crow. If I can help people, I want to.” A lovely shade of green muddied the golden eyes of Vasilia, “You’d have to anchor yourself to that greasy goblin Theria. Please tell me this is not about her?” “My mother was killed by crazy dwarf creatures at a rest stop the night magic returned. If I can help make the world a better place then maybe her death will mean something,” Warren came harsher than he wanted to.

Their jobs were to protect their Alpha and Luna and to also help with cake duties. As time went on, the humans started to hunt and kill werewolves for sport. The ones whowere able to get away found frfuge in the deep parts of the forest. The last known sighting was well over a hundred years ago {END OF STORY} Ash has gotten older since then and there have been many changes in her life now. Unfortunately, her grandfather had passed away a few years ago, then this past year she lost her mother to cancer. It's been very hard for her nut she is very lucky to have her life long best friends, Kime and Toni by her side.

he began, his voice a low, casual drawl, "you look a lot different without that black wig, 'Eve'." The air left my lungs in a whoosh. My secret. It was out. Not to Mom yet, but to him. And he held all the power. I felt a wave of icy dread wash over me, colder than any fear I'd ever known. My two worlds had just violently crashed into each other, and Caden Dovewood was standing right in the wreckage.

Vivian died alone in her home, her body not discovered until it had already begun to rot. Only then did a question arise within me. After the deaths of my parents and Vivian, I never saw their souls. So why did I remain? The system finally appeared and answered my doubt. It said it had seen how painful my life had been, and how tragic my death was. So it used its power to keep my soul intact, allowing me to witness their downfall with my own eyes. Now that they were all gone… it was time for me to let go and be reborn.

TYSON After my body was able to metabolize all the wolfsbane and finally heal properly, my brother and I started planning the memorial service we'd have to hold later that week. The final count for our pack was ten dead, which was a very good number considering, especially since we had never trained for battle with wolfsbane. The experience still traumatized me, and I was determined to follow through on my dedication to becoming tolerant. No more fucking around. Practically dying out on that battlefield was a huge wake-up call.