Dreaming Wizard Novels & Stories

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.

Saving him from his confusion, I explained things better. “ What century is this? I'm thinking it's a different century, that would explain why it didn't exist or this might be a different world entirely. Or my favorite explanation to this, I'm dreaming.” Yes, I still firmly believe that it's a dream. “ Dreams last longer than a month? That's new” He teased me and I glare at him to shut up. “ So, what century....?” I asked again, remembering that he hadn't answered me. “ I don't know.”

* Jane Dankworth * I did not notice the exact time I fell asleep, until the memories of what happened came to haunt me in dreams. A scream, coming from me escaped my throat, though in the dream, I couldn't tell it was me until the echo broke through the dark. I was again back in that office, the shadows bending like hands reaching for me. There was a smear of blood on the glass, my heels slipping against the floor, and someone was shouting my name but I couldn't find the door.

“Now that the tool is refusing to be used, you’re panicking.” “Lydia, please reconsider,” an elder begged. “We will compensate you.” “Compensate me?” I pulled a document from my purse. “It’s too late for that.” “What is that?” Milton asked, his voice tense. I unfolded the document. “A formal offer from the Silver Moon Clan,” I said calmly. “They’ve invited me to be their Chief Dreamweaver and offered me a seat on their council.” A collective gasp went through the room. “When?” Milton’s voice trembled.

I closed my eyes, surrendering to the currents of magic that coursed through my veins. The transition from wakefulness to slumber was seamless, and soon, I found myself in a dreamscape—an ethereal realm where shadows held conversations, and the boundaries between the waking and the subconscious dissolved. In this dream-meeting, I stood as an ephemeral presence, surrounded by the arcane triumvirate—Conrad, my steadfast beta, and the enigmatic White Witch. We existed in a void, an empty canvas where thoughts and intentions manifested as ripples in the fabric of existence. In this ethereal meeting space, Conrad, my trusted beta, and the White Witch herself materialized as spectral entities. The

She falls into a deep sleep again because of too much pain from her wounds. Liwayway is the queen of the fairies. Her magic is the source of beauty in the whole realm. She tends to mend every broken thing around to maintain its beauty. Her fairies provide beautiful flowers, colorful fruits, mend the wounded trees, grasses, and everything. They provide for the needs of every creature in the forest.

Awakening from the dream, Hazel found herself back in her studio, surrounded by the familiar sights and sounds of her creative sanctuary. The memories of the dream library lingered in her mind, a vivid tapestry of colors and emotions that continued to inspire her artistic journey. Empowered by the dream experience, Hazel approached her work with a renewed sense of purpose and passion. Each brushstroke, each blend of color, each moment of reflection was infused with the magic of the dream library, guiding her towards a deeper understanding of her own creative spirit.

The Enchanted Encounter In the mystical land of Eldoria, where magic and wonder intertwined, there lived a powerful and enigmatic wizard named Adrian. With his silver hair and piercing blue eyes, he commanded the elements with an ease that left others in awe. One fateful day, while exploring the lush forests surrounding his secluded tower, Adrian stumbled upon a young woman named Elena. Her delicate features and radiant smile drew him in, as if an invisible force tugged at his very soul. Elena, a kind-hearted and spirited human, had always felt a deep connection to the enchanted realm. She possessed an innate ability to sense the magic that lingered in the air, an ability that had drawn her

Yuvraj Darsh replied "Why are you doing this madness Darsh? You are only 18 but your behavior is nothing near to the 18 year old. How did you become like this? Was it a mistake that we let you learn wizard craft" maharani Mridula asked (I don't know if that's something that exists or not. It's like witch craft but as he is boy so wizard craft) "Why are you thinking that? Don't you want your son to become powerful? Think matashree I will become so much powerful and then will rule on everything." Darsh said