Drunk Wizard Novels & Stories

Jaden is in the part that will touch the woman's soul. Jacob almost gambled his life to protect Claire from the soul-sucker guy. Jacob didn't have enough energy to fight at that moment. Additionally, he faced a spelling wizard on the astral plane he came from. Spell wizards are the most formidable opponents. When Latin prayers are used on them, they become fragile. "Oh? Why did you get up? There is still light." Jacob raised his eyebrows when he saw Zara in the living room of their mansion. The old mansion that his family infested. Zara was drinking a red liquid that, as she remembered, was called red wine by mortals.

“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.

I smiled and waved my hand. “Don't worry, it will take more than just this to make me drunk,” I said, but I realized I was feeling fuzzy and warm inside and had a feeling of weakness in my limbs. Morgan's head was dividing into several pieces. I realized belatedly that since I had taken the wine on an empty stomach, the effects were three times stronger and faster. ~~~ Morgan's POV

I watched Jace's lips curve into a smile as he beckoned on me. I walked to where he was. I stood aside, as I watched him stoop to drink from the man. It didn't take long before he stood back up and spat the blood right out of his mouth. He looked revolted while I looked confused. “What happened" “Fucking wizard," he said with a glare on his face. “He is a wizard. How can you tell? He didn't look different to me. Just like any other human. "Why don't you have a drink of his blood and tell me how refreshing it tastes,” he said I realized it had to do with the way he tasted.

You have no idea the monster you've awakened within me, Draken Zolotov. ***

That was already a Duke's strength. They didn't realize, however, that Dray was only in his first awakening and needed nine more to reach S-rank. Because of his strength, the spies assumed he was at the pinnacle of A-rank. "There is also one final report about the baron himself. He appears to be a wizard rather than a fighter." Following then, there were several talks. And then the meeting was over. "Duchess, are we not going protect your nephew?"

asked the voice of a chuckle. A young sorcerer in his twenties with burgundy hair appeared holding a magic wand. His hair was down shoulder length, a little messy. His eyes were amber-gold, and his body was slender, tall. His androgynous face was sweet. At first glance, it was difficult to tell whether this sorcerer was a pretty boy or a tomboyish woman. He smiled confidently and exuded a superior aura. He was wearing a white robe with a golden thread pattern. In his hand was a long magic wand that touched the ground. At the end of his wand stuck Draco's golden dragon heart. The Heart of Magic.

I was confused. "Sorcerers need magic drugs to heal their wounds, but it's very difficult to create. The blood of a purebred member of the hidden race is their other best option. In addition to that, it can also be treated more easily and can be stored and carried with them. When a wizard is in the middle of something dangerous, he will not require a member of the Hidden Race to be by his side.I don't know how these disgusting black wizards got this knowledge. Their plan to create members of race Pure of the Hidden Race was put into action years ago." Vincent's voice was cold. I could even imagine the coldness in his eyes and the murderous expression on his face.

Monsieur Pierre said, slowly directing his gaze to the gold ring that was on Adelard's index finger. Monsieur Pierre, or as he was more commonly known, the Wizard, had been the chief of the local gendarmerie for many years. And that snow-white hair was the result of constant stress and a desire to do as much good as possible. "I knew you would come here," Monsieur Pierre or the Wizard said, leaning against the back of his chair. "I will not offer you coffee or tea. You won't like them. You should never drink anything here." Nervous, Adelard, like the most dangerous criminal, clenched his hands in his fists and feeling the sweat on his back, took a deep breath and said, "Monsieur, I think you

A possibility that could lead me to my freedom. I stood up, dusted my clothes, and walked towards the shelves, flinching every time my head throbbed. My eyes squinted at the endless rows of glass bottles, all filled with liquid; potions of various colors and consistency. Whoever this wizard is, his collection of potions are very impressive. Some of the bottles were clearly labeled, love potion, flying potion, summoning potion, super strength potion while others had scribbles that were barely legible.