Dreaming Wizard Novels & Stories

I asked surprising myself. “What!?” I wanted to press on but I restrained myself, I really needed that name, I don’t know why I needed the name I just know I need to get it. The last time, well the only time a dreamer’s name was discovered it led to the destruction of realities… “Realities?” she asked I sighed “What I’m about to tell you must not leave the walls of this room, I warned, there are different types of plains in the world, this part of it only holds ample to zero amount of power”

its just a dream" Lily also said that but why didn't it feel so. I have had tons of dreams before but this one just seemed too off, too scary, too real. I am really over thinking this, maybe I should just stop worrying so much. Its just a dream. "Where did you get that" she yelled out of nowhere making me flinch a little. "Get what?" I asked "That" she pointed to my wrist where my silver bracelet sat. "Oh, it was a birthday gift" "Its beautiful" she held my arm, staring awestruck at the thing.

A paper-thin book caught his eye as he reached for it, he whispered, “Where did this come from?” Written on the front in Celtic was a spell for dream walking that happened to in his grandmother’s handwriting. He thought she might have even used when he was younger, but he just wasn’t sure. To prove that he could take care of himself he wanted to try another spell. Any spell and that would do just fine. Opening the book, he read the spell, and it spoke of dream walking, and the evil one might find. "What the hell, he thought.” He was going to try it and be damned the consequences. Reading the list of things that he needed he made his way toward the attic with the book knowing where his grandm

I had traced that secret star path over his heart with my index finger. "It's an anomaly star pairing I charted. Never published," I had whispered against his chest, teasing him. "Now, it's your personal mark." And now, this completely secret mark—one that didn't exist in reality—was perfectly engraved on Valerius's cufflink. The man who made me scream in my dreams, the one who swore to make me his "only bride," was Valerius! As the chief advisor and top scholar, he absolutely had the power to use dark mind-magic to invade my sleep.

Yoel and I turned in unison to find Jeremiah clutching a basket of eggs, staring at us with his mouth wide enough to hold one inside. We were doomed. The only thought running through my head was whether diving into the nearby live fish tank and playing dead would still give me enough time. Jeremiah's eyes darted between us and the mountain of chips in the cart. Then his expression shifted from shock to confusion to pure terror, as if he had uncovered some cosmic secret.

She realized then that Nikjin would believe anything that Zokman said because he had unwavering confidence in the man’s words. “Are you deliberately trying to put me in trouble here?” She asked Zokman. “Do you even truly have sorcery powers or are you just messing with your lord’s head?” She heard Nikjin’s sharp intake of breath and saw how Zokman’s eyes widened in surprise. “How dare you question my powers?” He asked angrily. “Do you need proof? I will show you one right now!” He dug a hand into a worn-out leather satchel in front of him to retrieve a fistful of what looked like fine sand, then he threw it into the fire. The substance produced a huge grey mist that became reflective like a

A smile crossed my face as sleep began to take over. In a half-dream state, I heard him whisper, "In just a year, I'll be an adult. I hope you can wait for me." I woke in the middle of the night to find he had kicked off his blanket. Gently, I covered him again. That night, I had a vivid dream. I dreamt I had won the lottery, and when I went to claim my prize, it was Jared. Though I thought the winnings would end my financial struggles, seeing Jared made me equally happy.

from The Wizard of OZ. And while the lyrics couldn’t be heard clearly, they played in my head as I hummed. ‘Ding-dong, the Witch is dead! Which old Witch? The shitty Witch! Ding-dong, the shitty Witch is dead! Wake up, you sleepy head, rub your eyes, get out of bed! Wake up, the shitty Witch is dead! She’s gone where the goblins go below, below, below, yo ho! Let’s open up and sing and ring the bells out! Ding-dong! The merry-o sing it high, sing it low! Let them know the shitty Witch is dead!’

The light finally vanishes within a few minutes, and we behold the figure of someone dressed in a thick black cloak, with his or her face obstructed, probably intentionally so we wouldn't figure out who he or she is. "Oh fuck, you've got to be kidding me," Damon says beside me, and I turn to look at him with wonder, wondering what the hell is going on. "Who is that?" "That is a fucking wizard," he says, and my eyes go wide. "And he doesn't look like a minor. Looks like someone that will probably be above the beta rank." I gulp the moment he says that, with my lips trembling. So this wizard standing in front of us is actually a second command to whoever the leader of his coven might be?

his wife asked. 'Shit! I slipped up,' he thought. "You must've heard wrong." he nervously laughed. She frowned, "Husband, you're saying I'm hard of hearing now?" He quickly waved his hands anxiously, "Sorry, I didn't mean that." with a defeated look he continued, "Fine! You heard right. To achieve this rank, I had a backer, I made a pact with a wizard from Wyzeli-Syndi Landia." "The kingdom of evil wiz bloods?" she frowned.