Dreaming Wizard Novels & Stories

"I think someone’s trying to get to you through your dreams. Maybe even your memories." I blink. "What... How??” "Dream Weavers," he mutters. " …are witches. Dangerous ones. They can implant memories, visions. Twist your reality." My skin goes cold. He sees it and softens slightly. He brushes a strand of hair from my cheek. "You're not alone in this. I won't let anything happen to you,” he says softly. My voice cracks. "Then why does it feel like I'm falling apart?" His hand slides down to mine, cradling it. "Because maybe... you're not falling apart. Maybe you're changing."

She tried her best to not show fear, but instead, tried to gather as much information as she could to find out what he was planning. The scene shifted to Onyx, talking to a wizard who was stirring a large pot of potion. Her uncle suddenly looked around. Harlow stepped back, thinking that he knew she was there. But she didn’t notice it before but Onyx could only reach her in her dreams because of the help of witches. ’’Are you seeing anything?’’ He asked the wizard with gray hair. ’’Not yet, you stupid one, these things take time.’’ The wizard snapped. ’’I don’t have time, it’s either you can do the fucking spell to bring her back or not.’’

My hands left my pocket and I came to a halt, right after which he stopped as well. “I’m not joking,” he said as he noticed the expression of disbelief on my face. I lifted an eyebrow at him, “When did vampires suddenly become wizards?” “I usually don’t see visions about other people. But I came to tell you 'cause this is the second time I’m having a vision about your pack,” Aldres sounded extremely serious. “I’d seen the vision of you getting injured by your spy when she was in heat. I neither if that happened, nor do I know how you managed to survive it if it happened at all.”

Emily smiled gratefully and two of them sat down on mats that had already been placed for them. Two women and two men came in and stood before them. "Can you tell by looking which one is the most powerful and decipher who's the witch, wizard, and sorcerer amongst them?" Emily closed her eyes and tried to concentrate. "You should know that the difference between these three is that. Witches cast spells, and are nothing without spells and potions. Wizards are witches who have read and read till they've memorized the spells. They've gone deeper and done serious research and now possess more knowledge than the average witch, that translates to power. While witches have to call out the spells wit

I shifted in my seat and turned fully to look at him, my eyebrows raised enquiringly. "Mr. Eyare is under a spell by his own best friend. They grew up together. He's the son of the man who wanted his father dead." This was getting much more complicated. I was seriously confused here. Red must have seen the look on my face, because he sighed and continued explaining. "Boss, your friend is under a juju spell. I don't know if he'll be able to get out of it." He looked at me pensively, fear evident in his eyes.

"I also felt it earlier, but when I wanted to investigate it. The figure has already left and left no trace at all. Even my abilities can't detect where it went!" A conversation that probably not everyone will understand. It all started 5 years ago when Edward and Harry were kidnapped. They experience things that are very sadistic and torture that make Edward's power and his unknown identity appear out of nowhere. Edward is a vampire, a spiritual being who is often considered a myth. While Harry is a Siren, a kind of living creature that lives in the depths of the water in Middle Earth. All of this seemed unbelievable to both of them. But this is real. And what always makes them wonder is ab

I felt Dylan's rough breath tickle my nape. Dylan got up slowly. Release me from his embrace. "What's that...?" "That's magic. I'm... a wizard, Dylan."

Of course, they did not know he was a wizard, but they could tell he was some sort of powerful. They’d only met the creature NEVER before. But the skinny frail-looking man with the thin long black and white somewhat lengthy beard was familiar to them, and though Rael was startled to come across the tatted cloak-wearing man, the wolf did not show it. At least he thinks he hid his emotions well. See, Rael and his human had been dreaming of the wizard weeks before. And he’d always pointed towards the waterfall- which is where they were right now. Of course, Rael and his human had been hunting and not conscious of where they’d been heading, until the old wolf felt the chill in the air.

KIERAN'S POV: I let out a loud, angry, and ranged roar. I was so terrified that I woke up drenched in sweat. My breathing was erratic. I was frightened. After transforming into my wolf, I made my way to the wizard coven. "What is actually going on? I had a horrible dream and I feel like it is going to happen." As I arrived at his coven, I said to the wizard. “The dream is real indeed. The only person who can stop it from happening is you. However, she would suffer that fate if the repercussions were disregarded”. Said the wizard.

“And you… Child of the Shadow, will walk the edge of temptation. Every step you take will whisper its name. Power. Control. Freedom.” “Enough,” I snapped before I could stop myself. “You don’t know us. You don’t know what we’ll do.” The Wizard’s expression softened—not with kindness, but with pity. “If only that were true.” He leaned back in his chair, drawing another breath from his pipe. The smoke twisted upward again, forming shapes—two figures standing opposite one another beneath a blood-red moon. When they collided, the smoke burst apart, scattering into nothing. My stomach turned cold. It was the same vision from the Oracle’s cauldron.