Drunk Wizard Novels & Stories

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.

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.

Welkin asked calmly after he came out of the house, still holding his cane and hat. Everyone immediately looked at him and bowed at the same time. Except for Ataraxis who kept screaming. "Yahh! You old wizard! You probably hid rum in this place!" Ataraxis shouted at Welkin but Yūgen and Azure pulled him away. "Axis-There's no rum here in Ataraxia. Because Wine is what the Muggles are proud of while Rum and Beers are what the Dwarves are proud of." Laughing Fika said as Azure and Yūgen followed them now pulling Ataraxis away.

“What I do know is that when I was a very young mage. The best that the King had before Warlord, the King asked me to design a containment spell. I did.” “What did the spell do?” “Reduced a creature’s size and appearance to allow it to be kept within a chambered jar.” “Soon after that, Warlord came to be his Commander.” “What did the King use the spell to capture.” “I’d love to know.” Hawk shook his head in wonder. “But there’s rumors he keeps the sacred jar in his maze of chambers within the walls. Somewhere Warlord can’t sense it and can’t track it because of the dampness of the inner walls.”

It was as if his awareness transcended the confines of his dark cell, penetrating the deepest secrets of the realm. A sense of unease washed over me as I tried to comprehend the man's intentions, and the torch in my hand quivered slightly, as if echoing the uncertainty unfolding in the dark dungeon. The flickering torchlight played tricks on my vision, revealing only glimpses of the wizard's form – a silhouette cloaked in the shadows. His eyes, however, burned with an eerie luminosity, fixated on me as if they could pierce through the veil of darkness itself. "You grace my humble abode with your presence, Queen Daliah," the wizard continued, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "What brings the