Novel & Cerita Drunk Wizard

No one would be paying much mind to a rotting old house in the south-side of the city. The stench of rot burned my nose as I trudged my way down to the basement, the floorboards whining with every step I took. Before my candle even lit my path, I could hear his deep, aching groans. “Gods, what took you so long?” he moaned. “I’ve been stabbed. I need medical attention!” “Stabbed?” I asked, more curious than outraged. “By who?” “The girl,” said the wizard. “Send me out of Orheroad. I used magic to stop the bleeding, but you must send me out of this place. I’m needed back at the Divine Spirit as quickly as possible.

"I am a perfect hybrid myself. That's another reason I'm happy you're my mate. I'm an Alpha wolf too." "Alpha?” she asked in shock. “Yeah. But I’m a lone Alpha.” “You’re a werewolf and wizard," she muttered. "I'm not a wizard. I'm a sorcerer." "Sorcerer?" "I do hold the title of a wizard but I'm a sorcerer in truth. Wizards become warlocks after years of practising. Not all become one in their lifetime. But I’m a sorcerer, a rank higher than both and sorcerers isn’t something a wizard achieves. They are born. A warlock has to bow before a low-ranked sorcerer even.”

I cried out in pain wondering what I did wrong, the beast eyes had somehow changed to black and the blond guy quickly shove him out of the room before helping me up. "I...want..to die" I cried, is this what I would go through everyday?. "What your name child?" The blonde guy asked ignoring what I said. "Adrianna..." I answered trying to control my tears. "I'm Drake" He grinned like he said something funny. "I'm a wizard and his beta, And something you should always have in mind. Damien knows your thought" He grinned yet again. "He could read your mind so becarefulful chid. He won't kill you though but..."He stop talking.

He parts from yet another rough kiss, the nasty, annoying smirk appearing on his lips. "Jealous much?" "Fuck you..." Suddenly, the howling crowd went silent. There was an incredible shift in the air, I couldn't pin point the feeling but it hit at the back of my neck. A response to threat, is such a reaction. Turning around, I see the wizard, looking old yet with jet black hair and tight skin, wearing sunglasses in the dimness of his own house, was him. Charles Glen, the Wizard.

Alchemy menu release. Alchemy menu show in front their face, every Nin Guild member starts the process Potion Maker after their mistress gives an explanation, each of them making ten thousand health Potion for Mortal stage 1. "Leader, the herb for next Potion in the future can't support anymore." Slave two worry after this production they don't have stock, he speaks with little sound.

We were directed to following and being escorted by several guards toward Gildre, who as I learnt along the way, was the King’s personal Wizard. He was in the nearby building, which was great because I was honestly getting a little exhausted from walking everywhere. That’s when the knights said that he resided at the top of a swirling staircase. Maybe there really was a curse trying to kill me. At the top of the stairs was a large room, filled with books and brewing potions of various colors. It was gloriously bright from the open windows. In the middle of the chaos was a desk, where a man, perhaps around forty years of age, sat reading as we interrupted. He stood upon seeing the guards with

Described as the power of witchery and sorcery, he asked church leaders to stand fast against it. Saducismus Triumphatus was the first to reference a spell capsule called the Witch's Bottle. They also knew it as a Bottled Spell. Made from clay, glass, or stone, it was counter-divination. It was protection against other covens, curses, and hexes. These bottles could contain nails, the urine of the victim, and thorns. They often filled them with hair, menstrual blood, wine, and bone. However, the spells in the bottle would only work if kept hidden and intact.

He said happily, “It’s really you.” The drunkard said disappointedly, “You’re such a loser. You couldn’t deal with these weaklings even though you have an Ultimate Golden Body, the Nirvana Golden Bones and Historial Curse Magic? How embarrassing.” James was stunned momentarily, then said embarrassedly, “I just entered the middle grade of the Yuraeceon Daelm Rank’s Ninth Tribulation, Sir. The drunkard sneered, “So what? You have so many Supernatural Powers. I’m only at the peak of the Yuraeceon Daelm Rank’s Ninth Tribulation, but I still can stomp on them like rubbish.”

Lucia demanded, pulling the girl toward her. But before the servant could answer, a deep, dark chuckle echoed from behind and Draco staggered into the hallway. He was shirtless, wearing only loose, unbuttoned pants, while a half empty bottle of liquor dangled from one hand. His hair was disheveled, and he had a twisted grin on his face that didn’t belong to any sane man. His eyes glittered with a drunken, predatory satisfaction. “Well, well…” he slurred. “Look who ran away before the fun was over.”

My thoughts get more mucked up as I shower and start to get ready for the day. I joined a University here in Draphend to try and fit in as much as possible while I'm here. The university has some very interesting courses regarding myths, legends, and the supernatural. Maybe I can find out more about myself while I'm here. I have so many questions I need answers to. Once Mr. Draven informed me they were vampires I read as much as I could on the topic in their library downstairs. Mr. Draven assured me that I was safe as they no longer dined on humans but instead hunted animals to quench their thirst for blood. I assured him I felt in no danger but I still wanted to know everything I could and