Dreaming Wizard Novels & Stories

His steps carried him through the forest to a stone cottage tucked away in the trees, the home of the old wizard who had raised him. He didn’t knock. He pushed the door open to find the old man already awake, stirring a dark liquid in a steaming pot. “I had the dream again,” James said, his voice sharp and restless. The wizard turned his head slowly but said nothing. “This is the third time this week,” James continued, his tone rising. “It’s always the same, the fire, the slaughter, the man and woman dying for the child. Why won’t it stop?” The old man only hummed, as though he’d heard it all before, and turned back to his pot.

"Uhh, not really. Even though my mom was a witch and I recently started having strange dreams where I see Lily and myself amid the same set of people, speaking in foreign languages and performing magic, I never thought I might be a wizard because I have never done magic in real life no matter how small. What made me start thinking of that possibility was this one dream I had that was so real I felt its effect afterward when I woke up. My brows shut up in surprise "Really?... You never told me about that." I say, feeling a bit disappointed. "I thought we tell each other everything." He just smiles and continues speaking, ignoring my last statement.

As they met in a quaint café, Zelda couldn't help but feel a sense of relief at the prospect of unburdening herself. "Dawn, I had the most peculiar dream," Zelda began, her voice tinged with a mixture of intrigue and apprehension. "Werewolves, long tunics, and an enigmatic chalice... It all felt so vivid and haunting." Dawn leaned forward, her eyes gleaming with understanding. "Dreams can often hold hidden messages, Zelda," she explained gently, her voice carrying a soothing tone. "They can be windows into our subconscious, offering glimpses of untapped wisdom and guidance."

He said, stroking her hair and continuing, “Firstly, this is not a dream. You are inside my capsule. I am just projecting myself in your mind. This is real. But you are, however, just in a different space.” Lady Vienna blinked. “How can you do that-“ “Let’s just say I’m a strong mage.” Saying that he winked at her and turned around to leave. “I think it’s time for me to leave. Your beloved duke is finally here. You won’t die yet. But you will, in the end. Consider this a warning.” And the mage just disappeared out of sight. Lady Vienna soon feels herself waking up to consciousness and seeing Duke Raziel in front of her. The sky was dark and she could see that the river was just a few meters

The sage welcomed Rorik and Lyra and offered to answer any questions they had about the forest. Rorik and Lyra asked the sage about the powerful wizard they had heard about, and the sage revealed that the wizard was indeed real, but he lived in a part of the forest that was very difficult to reach. Undeterred, Rorik and Lyra set out to find the wizard. They trekked through dense forests, across treacherous swamps, and up steep mountain paths. After weeks of travel, they finally arrived at the wizard's doorstep. The wizard was a powerful and mysterious figure, with a long white beard and piercing blue eyes. He welcomed Rorik and Lyra and offered to teach them the secrets of magic.

(Jana) Becoming a Wizard, now Jana dream is really something that surely shocked Anita quite a lot, to the point her mouth were hanged opened.

It took him a moment to realize where he was—that it had been just a dream. He exhaled shakily, running a hand through his damp hair. The dream had felt so real. He had been standing in a dark, cold forest, surrounded by shadowy figures whispering his name. The sorceress had been there, her eyes glowing an eerie green, her voice echoing in his mind, telling him things—things he couldn’t remember now but knew were important. Something was wrong. He had to warn his parents. The sorceress wasn’t what she seemed.

the man shouted loudly, bracing his feet against the wall of teeth. Kendrick exhaled deeply, closed his mouth, and pulled him away a moment as he asked in a world-weary tone, "All right...let's hear it." The young man steadied his breath, swallowing hard as he spoke to his would-be predator, "I-I am a wizard." A look of skepticism crossed Kendrick's face. "I've got a potion that I have created that you would want. And if you promise not to eat me I'll give you this potion." The man explained quickly.

Nor had she ever seen such an eclectic collection of oddities. She picked up a pair of boots, vinyl, with a huge, plastic zipper. A vague memory of a porn film she had accidentally flipped on one late night flashed through her mind. Dominatrix, she believed it was called. She dropped the boots and sank onto a little bench sitting against the wall across from the racks of costumes. Fantasies. She had never had a sexual fantasy. All her sexual thoughts had always centered on Steve and their quiet sex life. All she had ever wanted was his hands on her, his lips telling her the things she wanted to hear.