Drunk Wizard Novels & Stories

he narrated. "Why were they able to kill them? Wizards are powerful, Manhaks are strong and good fighters, and the immortal, I'm sure they have supernatural abilities too like myself," I raised a question that has been troubling me. "They tricked us," Hunter replied. "How?" I asked further. "Wizards have weaknesses. We can't use our magical abilities when we are intoxicated," he sighed. "We thought that night would be fun as it was Coel's birthday and Thud reconciled with him and offered expensive wine as a peace offering."

Currently, he was a level 25 magician or having a 25% breakthrough on his limiter. Not only the magician becomes stronger whenever they breakthrough. Their lifespan also would increase. And their aging becomes slower. There were even some rumors that a magician who leveled up beyond level 50 would be having a reverse aging. Where their visage would start to look younger and younger, the change in appearance would stop when you achieve your prime appearances. Mostly at the age when you're at 18 - 30 years old. But this was just an unproven rumor since no one had been reported yet that there was someone who achieved such a level of above 50.

I replied. "Come on, let's hear it" said Finral, one of my mates. He was Chinese and very tall. Most of the other guys grumbled in agreement as well. "First of all, I would like to apologise for failing you guys at the... realm. I don't know what happened" I started. "George the second. His sword contains a numbing gel. The moment he cuts you with it. It will slowly make you loose all cognitive function. I knew you were done for the moment he cut you" said Matilda, she was a cute girl with glasses.

I knew him well. And he knows me. He’ll know it’s true. But after I’d confided everything, clutching my arms across my chest and rubbing my biceps to work some heat back into them, Adrian launched to his feet. “This is blasphemy! Everyone knows the magistrate is an upstanding citizen! What you’re saying is utter falsehood. Stuff that could get someone killed!” He scoffed. Beginning to pace. “A warlock. They don’t exist!” Adrian tossed his hands in agitation. “Everyone knows they’re a myth conjured by witches in vengeance! Only women can foster the dark arts!”

I said Twenty percent? Marco dare gives my share of the company away because he doesn’t want me to be part of the company anymore and papa agreed to this! I’m so going to ruin every single one of them, I said as I walked straight to the bar. He’d just turned me into a housewife with nothing on her… “Welcome to the carmene family, you have a lot of drinking to do after now.” A slender handsome man said from beside me. I didn’t look at him, “ Waiter! I want a bottle of rum, not shot.” I said

blood/oceans). - **Active 1: Forty-Fourth Line** – Command storms/reality hiccups (Cooldown: None). - **Ultimate: Abyssal Canticle** – Speak line that drowns gods/underworlds (1/day; AoE: Planetary). **Blood Wizard Branch (Lv.108)** - **Passive 1: Thirstless Moroi** – Immortal; solar-powered; no blood need. - **Passive 2: Blood Shift** – Shift into any creature/person/myth (No limit; Perfect mimicry).

Tristan warned, his senses on high alert. Their footsteps echoed through the corridors, a symphony of determination. In the heart of the stronghold, a figure waited— Ravenswood, Archon Xantos’ sorcerer. Before the warriors understood what was happening, Ravenswood threw magical potions in the air, their darkness spreading fast among the warriors. "Victory is mine," Ravenswood declared, his voice dripping with malice like venom from a snake's fangs. The sound echoed through the stronghold's cold stone corridors, mingling with the stench of sweat, blood, and despair.

CHAPTER XIV Porcius shook his head and then glared at Drust. “Blood for life? You are a madman who needs to get out of the caves and trees more.” August looked at Porcius, bleary headed over the words spoken by the wizard, then back to the druid. “It is crazy talk, Drust.”

for stepping on her shadow, he did sat as commanded, but was frightened, he won't look at her in the face, and that they were there without any company was more Scary to the drunk than been short of wine, the only thing he had thought was more frightening before now, the princess looked at him and ordered" look here, look at me in the face" since it was an order, he did as the princess had ordered, he looked straight into the eyes of the princess, " what do you know about the wizard where about? " man answered at once, it will be a great crime to make her repeat herself, " He is a, wizard of the first order, he had lived for thousands of years, wandering around kingdoms, he has seen many ki

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.''