Drunk Wizard Novels & Stories

"That journey shall be too perilous, though the path is the shortest." "What are the Drekavac?" this time Ruslan asked. "Drekavac, or the screamers. They are furry canine human-like forest demons with a spindle-thin body and impossibly long claws. Horrible, horrible creatures, those Drekavac, I tell you," said the owl. "Our time is running out," the princess said. "The solstice is getting nearer and we can't linger anymore."

DRAVEN A dramatic sigh echoed behind me. "Oh, come on!" The voiced whined from the shadows near the bookshelves. “I have spent weeks improving my lightness skill,” Ariel said. "Weeks, Draven. Do you know how difficult it is sneaking around a palace filled with paranoid creatures?” I heard his footsteps as he walked further into the study. "I didn't make a single sound! How do you always do that? You truly wound my confidence.” Ignoring my silence as usual, Ariel strolled across the room with a carefree stride that belonged anywhere but a war fortress. He threw himself into one of the leather chairs across my desk, and placed his boots up on the edge of the wood.

The old man smiled like a cat who’d already swallowed the canary and was licking cream from his whiskers “Name’s Caedrin wizard wanderer collector of rare and broken things” His gaze slid past her sharp as broken glass to the second rider thundering up the road through curtains of rain Kaelin soaked to the bone hood ripped back by the wind silver hair plastered to her skull Across her saddlebow lay Lyra—still unconscious head lolling blue-silver veins crawling up her throat like living frost. They glowed faintly beneath skin gone nearly translucent lips almost black. Each shallow breath looked borrowed like the next one might be refused

I woke up in a blood thirsty rage. I looked for Kris. He was now behind with Lenah in the corner, but when he sensed me waking up, he was already trotting down the hall. I roared before going beast. The room we were trying to enter was the weaponry vault and it seemed like they knew we were here now. "FUCKERS!" I yelled as I took the heads off each guard that was in the room. "What do want!" Yelled a wizard that was in charge. I sped up to him and grabbed him by his throat before he could release the magic that was sparkling at his fingertips. Lifting his short frame to my view, I sunk my teeth into his neck and drained his body of all his blood, leaving him a shriveled corpse.

Doubt and anticipation waged war within him, their opposing forces pulling at his sanity. Minutes turned into hours, and Darren's restless energy refused to abate. He ran his fingers through his hair, frustration and worry etched into the lines of his face. He couldn't help but replay every memory, every shared moment with Lucy, searching for answers that eluded him. The door to the room creaked open, and the figure of the wizard emerged, his once strong and imposing presence now noticeably weakened. His shoulders slumped, his steps were slow and labored, and his eyes held a weariness that spoke of the immense power he had just expended.

“I don’t want to know if I’m evil. I’ve gone my whole life without using magic. I don’t need to use it. But I do need to figure out what happened to Winter.” “Then, you’re going to have to get help from someone else.” Glinda snapped her fingers, and a business card appeared. It was black, with gold lettering on it. Mordred Orkney, Wizard. “Wizard?” Nora asked. “I thought male witches were called warlocks.” “They are,” said Glinda, “wizards aren’t warlocks. Wizards are humans that use magic like drugs. They inject it into their system. They’re not born with it. Enchantresses are the same thing.”

“If you’re searching for the truth about the Blood Moon, there’s only one person left in Drukbane who understands it. His name is Aldric. He’s a wizard, but most believe he died years ago.” “Where can I find him?” Liora asked quickly. Mira looked around before answering. “Follow me. But we can’t be seen.” They moved quietly through narrow corridors behind the main shelves. After several turns, Mira opened a small wooden door that led down a spiral staircase. The air grew colder. At the bottom was a wide underground chamber filled with books, crystals, and faintly glowing runes on the floor. An old man sat at a desk surrounded by candlelight. His long gray hair was tied back, and he wore simp

"Rev? We have purchased some horses." "Might I have a cup of juice please?" Buck Drakens asked a barmaid. By his side he had his mage's staff, Stormbringer. He took a seat by the others. "What is with you and juice Buck?" Steronick asked. "As a mage I don't take alcohol", Buck replied. "It'll ruin my body." Tom bursts put in laughter. "In that case I'll have some apple to go with mine." Buck rolls his eyes, "Haha. Very funny."

“To the rear. I must take Ulric and Halee with me.” Dral sped around behind them, working to keep the pursuing zombies back while Ulric and Halee joined Dominic. “Open a path for me that way,” the wizard instructed them, pointing to the right. “Cali, help Dral.” “Huh?” Cali said, surprised to hear the wizard talking to her. She had been feeling a bit like a forgotten child to this point.

His lips pulled back to expose his clenched teeth. " You motherfucker, I'll kill you...Get me out of here, I'll rip you into pieces.." Azriel lashed out at Denver while shaking the bars, desperate to come out. Denver was enjoying his situation. "I believe your mate has a sweet blood," Denver stated with an evil smile. Azriel's shoulders took a predatory bow as he glared at Denver with unfiltered anger. "Go near her and I will make you regret living," Azriel warned him. "We will see who dies first," Denver stated and turned around to leave. Denver's eyes glowed in the darkness. It was clear he wasn't a wolf nor a human. He was a wizard. "Stay away from her, you fucker," Azriel roared but Denv