Novel & Cerita Drunk Wizard

He looked old and if he was a wizard it meant he was at least double the age he looked to be. We shifted back and I stood naked in front of the wizard. ”Give us the girl, she who is half the child of darkness and half the abomination of your kind. Give us the girl and we will be resilient, give us the girl and you might get to live. Refuse to do as asked, and we will wreak havoc upon your pack and your people and we will not stop until every last one of you is dead!” I looked at James who was still in his wolf form. He and Alex were baring their teeth, snarling at the wizard.

I hear the Black Pack’s first mate orders the wizard coldly and I tremble as I shake my head vehemently. “No…you can't do this… you're supposed to take only a tiny bit.” I argue when I discover I've regained my voice. The wizard once again aims his staff at me and Alpha Damon's first mate laughs sinisterly. “This doesn't look familiar to you? Ah- you were unconscious back then.” A sudden flashback floods my mind and I recall that I've endured this before. This wizard has extracted my blood before now, but when and how? Once more, a gentle glow surrounds me, and the painless yet otherworldly flow of blood from my veins resumes. As the wizard drains my life force, I resist the encroaching dark

Day by day, Azareel said goodbye to his parents while carrying a bag filled with equipment for his later adventures, because Leo was the richest person among the cube magicians, the burly man carried eight of his friends in the man's car. After honing his skills and gaining a little knowledge, Darrel the White Cube Witch determines the direction that leads to the location of the gate of the Hidden World dimension. According to the book Darrel got, his intuition was very strong because the wind around him helped them on their way. Others are busy with their own worlds. The most relaxed among the others is of course the alien human who eats snacks while looking at the view in the car window. N

Every predator in expensive clothing gathered under one roof pretending to be civilized. I grabbed a glass of champagne from a passing tray and forced myself to breathe. I would rather just get drunk tonight and be over with this whole display of power. Cassian was becoming unpredictable, and this new problem called Lucien was becoming a pain in the ass, and I was losing control of a game I couldn't afford to lose. The realization sat heavily in my chest as I scanned the crowd. I needed a new strategy, a better plan, something…Anything, because if tonight had proven one thing, it was that both Draven men were far more dangerous than I originally thought.

from magic ice, of course. “Knudlac, my friend,” the wizard stood up from his ice throne. “Nakutsck ...” The two hugged each other. "We haven’t seen each other for so long, dear friend," said the white sorcerer. “That's right. For too long.” The white wizard greeted Herntikn and the other stone elf, Zagrobf. “Is this your team?” the white wizard asked slightly worried. Knudlac nodded. “You know what they say. Strong liquors are in small containers,” Knudlac smiled.

One slammed his staff into the floor, the other twisted his body to create leverage. “Don’t—!” the elder Draenor shouted, to no one in particular. The first collision sounded—the rustle of fabric, a small clang. The hooded figure was dragged against the stone wall, the hood lifting halfway, enough to reveal a face adorned with tattoos: black lines curving from the temples to the jaw, runes connecting like roots. There was a faint pulse, like living ink beneath the skin. A black wizard. No need for debate. The warrior on the left fastened rune cuffs to the wizard’s wrists; a small speck of white light pierced the darkness, then faded.

Maybe because we were younger than Kyros, she thought my father went back to my mother or something. The wizard, Driviar, was found dead in his mansion next to what remained of his son. It looked as though he had taken his own life. We were shocked when we heard his story. Driviar was a wizard who got greedy and wanted to do more than he was granted by the gods. Driviar once had a reputation for having powerful magical skills throughout the land, but he also had an insatiable thirst for power. Despite his talent, he craved even more power and was always searching for ways to increase his magical prowess.

He tossed in dried herbs, crushed bone powder, and a vial of dark liquid that sizzled as it hit the hot water. “This belonged to Garrick,” the wizard said grimly. “One of the warriors who raided your village. I killed him years ago, His soul never rested. But now, it’ll serve a purpose.” As the water in the basin boiled, the wizard traced strange runes into the air, his voice rising into a deep incantation. The room darkened unnaturally, the shadows clinging to the walls as if they were listening. “Strip and step in,” the wizard commanded. James obeyed without a word. He lowered himself into the water, wincing as it burned against his skin, not from heat, but from something far deeper. The l

"You want to help me go against your people?" "Yes" I affirmed. "The name is Lucian Drake. I'm sure you're quite familiar with that name. I have no intention of siding with the werewolves. I'm fully ready to help you exert your revenge." "What?!" The wizard spat in shock. "So, it's you!... No wonder." "So, do we have a deal?" I asked. "Not so fast" He snarled. "I need proof. I need to be sure that this isn't one of your schemes to annihilate my brothers and I."

I thought as a slight tears dropped from my eyes. I raised up my heads and saw Dracon casting a spell but I don’t know why he was casting it. It was an healing spell but not just a normal healing spell, a powerful healing spell, the one that doesn’t just work on normal wolves or witches but a very powerful one. “What is happening ?” I questioned myself but my head was blank because they was no answer to my question. Dracon was still casting the spell when he started loosing consciousness and blood was slowly gushing from his nose.