Drunk Wizard Novels & Stories

Ron asked and Tom scoffed. " Darren is..." His Aunt tried to say again but still couldn't, making everyone groan. Even the blood moon pack shook their heads probably thinking it was a waste of time. " I'm a hybrid." Darren suddenly declared and the once rowdy room became quiet. Everyone, even his family stared at him in awe. " You're a warlock Droran. Warlocks can't be hybrids! It's impossible. Wizardry doesn't permit a witch or wizard to be anything but just that." His uncle said and Darren shook his head.

“Be careful what you chase, Charlie Greene. For when you find him… he may not recognize you anymore.” “So what am I supposed to do?” I snapped, throwing my hands out until the sleeves of my robe billowed. “Just stand here and listen? Watch Carter bleed away into the thing he’s been terrified of since we stepped through that Gate?” The Wizard didn’t flinch. He rose slowly from his chair, the pipe smoke curling like a question mark as he moved toward the mantle above the dying hearth. “Of course not, Charlie,” he said, voice low and steady. “You fight.”

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.”

But soon it increases from a night cap to daily drinking and I cannot stop. It’s now two years since Lilli died, I work out at the gym as normal, I work at the club at night same as before. However, these days I see the world through an alcoholic haze, my feelings pleasantly numbed. I find it soothing and it keeps me calm, but I'm still able to function much as I used to. Rex and Tony both express concerns, but I wave them off, it's my choice. One night there is a fight so Rex and I both step in to separate them. The night ends without further incident but two days later I receive a summons to the castle. One of the men has placed a complaint against me for assault and Lance has called me fo

We were directed to following and being escorted by several guards toward Gildre, who as I learnt along the way, was the King’s personal Wizard. He was in the nearby building, which was great because I was honestly getting a little exhausted from walking everywhere. That’s when the knights said that he resided at the top of a swirling staircase. Maybe there really was a curse trying to kill me. At the top of the stairs was a large room, filled with books and brewing potions of various colors. It was gloriously bright from the open windows. In the middle of the chaos was a desk, where a man, perhaps around forty years of age, sat reading as we interrupted. He stood upon seeing the guards with

"I also felt it earlier, but when I wanted to investigate it. The figure has already left and left no trace at all. Even my abilities can't detect where it went!" A conversation that probably not everyone will understand. It all started 5 years ago when Edward and Harry were kidnapped. They experience things that are very sadistic and torture that make Edward's power and his unknown identity appear out of nowhere. Edward is a vampire, a spiritual being who is often considered a myth. While Harry is a Siren, a kind of living creature that lives in the depths of the water in Middle Earth. All of this seemed unbelievable to both of them. But this is real. And what always makes them wonder is ab

The Helm of Awe covered my left shoulder and on my right was Valknut. Yggdrasil was in the middle and flowing from the roots of the tree was a wolf head. On either side of the wolf was a Jericho 9mm, Kiran’s personal touch to my Zeta mark. From the bottom of the roots, down my spine, was a ghost rune designed by Malachi with my name Jericho adorning the top of Yggdrasil. An hour and a half later Marcus was finished and I put my shirt back on. Tonight I would have to undress with every member of the pack present and shift for the first time in my life.

the man shouted loudly, bracing his feet against the wall of teeth. Kendrick exhaled deeply, closed his mouth, and pulled him away a moment as he asked in a world-weary tone, "All right...let's hear it." The young man steadied his breath, swallowing hard as he spoke to his would-be predator, "I-I am a wizard." A look of skepticism crossed Kendrick's face. "I've got a potion that I have created that you would want. And if you promise not to eat me I'll give you this potion." The man explained quickly.