Dead Wizard Novels & Stories

He gently placed his backpack atop his cedar desk and rested his hands on it. "Listen, Elijah, I cannot do that, it's not acceptable," the dark-eyed man croaked. "What you're asking is unforgivable." "No, it isn't," Elijah replied, holding his gaze. "If you yourself admitted that the tomb's existence was unlikely, what harm would there be in my confirming it? Please." "Whether the grave is there or not, it is unforgivable to disturb the dead, Elijah. They must be left in peace."

But they had to hurry- it wouldn't take them long to figure out what or rather who was under the hood. The person in the center took one last look at the retreating figures of the werewolves and breathed a sigh of relief. It had been easy to distract the hycwens with a sudden appearance, yet the hycwens were a notorious breed known for their bloodlust, though they were a bit dim-witted. 20 feet above the ground, the hycwens' mouths continued to bicker, "Is it dead? I wanted to play with it a bit.." The person whirled around and stood on their feet in one swift move, discarding the hood.

Death tells him "Who's that?" He asks "Can I go?" I ask tiredly "It's me, and yeah, your little friend is in your room," Death says "My little friend," "The werewolf," he says At his words, I take off running past him and quickly up the stairs in record time before bursting into my room where she was sitting on my bed covering her ears. "What is with the screaming?" She asks "Sorry," I say before sticking my head out of the door, "Death can we go in your room?!" I ask him

He started walking forward, showing them the way to the city. There were many more werewolves in the pack house, including the assassin werewolf Etta Suzette Gelbero, who was a spy and the trainer of the scout wolves. The lead warriors Ultima Wolf Edric Wilson and Ultima Wolf Drik Wilson, who trained the warriors of the Gravefur Pack, and Howl Wolf Vladimir Lorenzo usually supported the horn with their life along with Alpha. They were all eagerly awaiting their return.

This group of vampires, who only knew how to take from me and use me for their own ends, were not worthy of being my clan. And that unworthy mate, I had already given up on him completely. He would get what was coming to him. --- Three Months Later — Silver Moon Clan Territory I stood on the balcony of my new castle, looking out over the moonlit city, feeling at peace. My phone rang. It was Chloe. “Lydia, did you see the news?” her voice was buzzing with excitement. “Your ex’s clan has completely collapsed!” “I saw,” I said lightly. The internal vampire communiqués were very detailed:

Unfortunately, I was right, Zack is not having any of it. I need to do something and fast, so, I calmly walk over to the nightstand next to the bed and pull out the bottom drawer. Reaching in, I grab my laptop, gently opening the screen and immediately see the words, "The Celestial Order" pop up. I purposely kept the browser on the doomsday cult website-the same religious cult where Emily and her husband were members, just in case. Now, if we can only get Zack to read it, maybe he'll finally listen.

She led him with a solemnity that bade everyone else be quiet and grave, also, as he marked the forehead of the first Werewolf. Red went down the line, making a small cut on the pad of each member’s thumb, pressing it into his own corresponding wound, before applying it with small, sure strokes to their foreheads. “This will now mark them as dead, and grant you all of their given powers, for as long as the blood remains.” Grandma intoned. “So now, when you tell their leader that the Pack are all dead, you will not be lying. This will buy you some time.” Red nodded, saying nothing. There was nothing more to say.

I calmly butted in which made Quinn look at my side. “These stacks of dead werewolves were made by hunters who also lost their loved ones,” I continued. I admit, seeing a lot of werewolves on that state shocked me. I even sympathized for a second, good thing is I dragged my feet back to where it belongs. “They are werewolves who paid for their sins,” Rendall said which made me and Quinn nod in an instant. I shook my head to remove the thought that lingered in my mind since we saw the dead creatures. I am here for the mission; I don’t have the time to doubt.

Just a few hours back, she had been falling head over heels with him, and now she was cold as ice in his presence. “You need someone to back you up and we are willing to do that,” a man said. “My name is Hubert King. All the werewolves do not want the resort opened even Morgenstern. The only reason he is playing along is because he feels bad for you. You recently lost your mother after losing a father five years ago, a father who was his friend. If he is to chase you, you will be broken but trust me, he is capable of organising the wolves to destroy that building without your knowledge.” “Why should I believe you?”

I know i can count on you, my brave princess. This is the point where I say don't trust anyone, not even the people that hung around mamá and papà. Trust yourself. There's a safe box in.......... And that was were it came to an end. "He knew he was going to die that day" i whispered to myself. This place was scattered cause he was probably looking for something that'd be of aid to me, Martina and mamá but unfortunately she died too. He stopped writing and also signed in the time cause that was when the invaders came in.