Dreaming Wizard Novels & Stories

Prince Jeiel stared at her in utter disbelief, she was driving him nuts with her clumsy attitude. "You're a grown up you should know those things without asking, am freaking out here." " I'm sorry." She said with cold shivers. " You can leave me now." He dismissed her and watched her leave with the corner of his eyes. He heaved a deep sigh immediately she closed the door behind her. He fell on his bed, staring at the empty door. ' Was the wizard right in anyway. She couldn't be that animal with bulgy eyes, no. He was sure of what he saw, she was the girl that was always appearing in his dreams when he fell into a deep slumber.' He rubbed his face and slipped out of bed, he walked over to his

He struggled to resist the stop, his vitality draining away, darkness obscuring every corner of his vision. HeVox was a nightmare. This time he was standing in front of a large, black altar. Strange characters appeared everywhere. Above your head, a horned wizard floats in a large glowing disc, defying gravity with his magical powers. When Ragnar saw him floating. A beam of light passed through the wizard's clawed hand, but he made no threatening gesture. Ragnar raised his weapon but did not attack because he wanted to see what would happen. "What can my master give for your soul?" asked the wizard in a voice mixed with magic. 'What do you want? Think and it will be yours.''

The wizard doesn't know the light or the darkness between the two because they're switched already then he takes them and rides at that dawn heading to the ancient temple but on his way he saw the third priest lying dead on the ground. The wizard used all the magic he knows to wake him up but it's too late and the priest's body is cold already. Wizard proceed with his journey just five miles before he would get to the temple then he saw the temple collapsing. Before he could reach there it has already collapsed. Thunderstrike on the ground. Besides the temple and write on the floor that; The Temple Will Rise Again The Day Peace will be born. The wizard read it and was confused because he nev

His voice again: “I’m coming, storm queen. Hold on.” The pipe ends in black water that isn’t water. Xibalba’s last gate. It whispers: “You gave yourself. The contract holds. Sleep.” I smile with too many teeth. Fangs out. “I’m a Blood Wizard. I don’t do contracts. I rewrite them.” I bleed violet lightning onto the grip tape. The board ignites. I ollie off the edge of the dream. Into the dark. Toward his voice. I’m coming home, coyote.

“If I knew, I would fix it. I can’t stop getting enough blood. I feel like a bus ran over me. Literally, I feel like I was hit by a bus. Those dreams were so real, so powerful, and I can’t shake them, Alex. I never, ever, have had anything feel like this before. I woke up a pool of sweat and took a shower once already. I feel like a wreck, and all I can do is think about Amber.” “Wow, Dom, that is crazy. I didn’t realize that. I don’t think I have ever heard you say anything about dreaming before.” “No, I hadn’t. I had this vision, which sucked a lot of energy from me. I then fell asleep, which just became a trap. I was stuck in a wonderfully, erotic, real, intense, and I don’t have the word

[Kael] After I got home from work, I focused on the new product’s launch. I don’t want any more problems popping up so I’m making sure that everything goes smoothly. I buried myself in paperwork so I wouldn’t have to think about bad thoughts. I wanted to believe that Amelia is safe somewhere and she left out of her own volition. I don’t want to even think about the possibility of her getting hurt because of me. I tried not to think about it but it was getting harder and harder to stop. I just wish that she’s happy right now. I didn’t notice that I was getting tired from looking through a bunch of paperwork. I kept going and going and eventually I fell asleep on my desk again.

Light glowed from their torches. As soon as they approached, the darkness that had been creeping over her receded, and she realized the power must come from one of the warriors. Her gaze moved to the one in the middle, whose bright green eyes seemed to glow with malice, and she realized it was him. She shuddered at the angry look he sent her way, and she wanted to collapse to the ground, though she thought that was more from fear than magic. “What are you doing here, Maclaren lass?” asked the one on his left. He was a slightly older man with a scarred visage and long brown hair. He didn’t seem particularly concerned on her behalf, but at least he wasn’t reacting with rage or fear.

"I reply before walking past her and out of the garden. Fuzzball, who I've now brought home to stay with me, sights me making it into the house, and begins to trail after me. Dear mother, you've been a tyrant long enough. The time has come for me to rebel. I've been a fool long enough. Raymond POV; Ever since I got kidnapped, Mr. William has increased the number of guards with me, from two to five. Two always with me, two with the car, to be called if the two with me can't handle the situation, and the last, more like a driver. He's also skilled though. I'm on my way out of the 'Dream Sensations ' bakery. Asides from animals, I've always had a passion for baking. It's something my mom fancie

Closing her eyes, she concentrated harder, trying to draw the visions closer, to understand their significance. The images shifted again, and this time, she saw faces—Elder Magnus, Elder Isolde, Elder Constantine, and herself. They were all connected to the disturbances, but how, she couldn't discern. It was as if the spell was teasing her, showing her the players without revealing the game.

"Without him, we would have been lost. We would have lost you and the pack would have been in mess by now. All thanks to him." The king turned his gaze towards the figure standing at the edge of the room, his gratitude palpable in the air. The wizard possessed an air of mystique that both captivated and intrigued those who encountered him. "You have my eternal gratitude, Mr. Wizard," the king declared, his tone filled with profound sincerity. "Tell me, powerful wizard, what is your true name?" A faint smile curved Nalindra's lips, a glimmer of mystery dancing in his eyes. "I am known as Nalindra," he replied, his voice carrying an air of ancient wisdom. "And it is my sacred duty to protect a