Drunk Wizard Novels & Stories

Miles and miles away on the other side of the mountain The old wolf, Rael, knew he was not alone anymore. His nose didn’t work like it used to, neither his eyes but his senses did, and he could feel it in the air. The electricity, the stillness of it. His human, Varian, is almost too weak to think from starvation. At the edge of a desolate clearing stood a crooked figure draped in tattered robes, the wizard of dubious repute known as Malakar. Of course, they did not know he was a wizard, but they could tell he was some sort of powerful.

The Wizard sighed, "Your grace, you know that you cannot fight against the Dark Creatures without the power of light." The Elf pressed his lips and stared at the small blue bottle. "Drink it, your grace," Ruvyn said. Nylian watched the Wizard leave, he opened the bottle and took a breath, "I am only going to drink a little bit." he mumbled before taking a sip.

"Any specifics I should mention to the maids? Or you're good with just about anything?" The wizard was already raising himself from the chair. "A hot bowl of lamb broth will be fine." Kayden replied. "I need something strong to drink. Maybe whiskey." "Add bread to the lamb broth for me. The drink is fine by me as well." The lycan king put in. "Are you sure you're supposed to be drinking something that strong?" the wizard made his obvious emphasis on 'that'.

All the pack members paid close attention to what the Wizard was saying and even Alpha Trent had to listen attentively like a student learning from his teacher. “Now I want you all to shift to see the size of your wolves and apparently, I would say you all have gigantic wolves and it’s a fair advantage. However, I would be making a potion for you all to drink. Once you drink this potion, your wolves would not just be big, but would be hard to kill for they would be super strong, have enough speed and many more.” the wizard stated

Maybe they are, maybe not. I shut my eyes and listened to the whispering of the winds. “Can you find where they have kept Diana?” Alpha Urza asked. “The basement,” Archer and I said at the same time. Archer was a copy wizard. A rare kind of wizard who could copy all kinds of wizards. In simple words, using the right wand and magical tool, Archer could easily control and extract mana from any element. He could be a light bender or a Darkian, depending on the wand and tools he used.

He didn’t have to after all, because he'd known that look all his life. “Brace yourselves, young ones,” the wizard continued, stepping back into the center. “What is to come next will tear you down. But it’ll also build you into more than you’ve ever been in the past years.” Then the drums started, one deep, long beat followed by others. Gradually growing from slow to faster and louder. The chants began next, rolling out in an ancient dialect from the wizard's tongue. It rattled the marrow in Wayne's bones, making the air in his lungs buzz. The sigils burned, and then the ear-deafening screams roared next.

There’s an old saying, “Don’t anger a witch if you don’t want to eat bugs for the rest of your natural life!” Wizard: someone who uses or practices magic derived from supernatural, occult, or arcane sources. In several cultures, it is said the Wizards are quite similar to witches and are the Male equivalent of the aforementioned. Wizards are someone who is knowledgeable about ancient lore and magic. They often use Scroll Magic and or pre-cast spells written by witches. Their skills mostly lie in potion-making and spell research. They have a natural aptitude for magic. Warlock: The third and most formidable class of The W’s.

I thought, and she explained. “Because male druid wolves turn rogue as they age and become unpredictable. They enjoy fornication and also become notorious killers. The Moon Council protocol is to lock them up and destroy any offspring. The male pups are banned from life. Austin should be dead.” Gasping, I glanced at Austin and said, “You're a druid wolf!” Tilting his head, he shrugged and said, “I don't possess any magic, but I have the genetics, unlike my siblings, who are just normal wolves like their mother, our Luna.”

"Yup! Bring me the strongest liquor in the club, tonight I want to get totally wasted! I am not holding back a bit! I don't get high with that regular stuff, it doesn't affect me anymore." I groaned, feeling displeased. To be honest nothing affects me. Being a warlock it already strengthen's my resistance power towards alcohol so no matter what liquor I drink or how strong it is, after 15-20 minutes my system already dissolves it & my magic makes me sober up but after my powers became strong my ability to resist the drugs has also become strong due to which I don't get intoxicated easily no matter what sub substances I use. I need to empty several bottles of strong liquor mixed with some pro