Drunk Wizard Novels & Stories

“The only reason I live in this slum is because the Enforcers of the Laws of Wizardry who are after me. They've been looking for me for quite some time now and I'm certain the last place they'll check is a ghetto hidden in the middle of New Cresthill. I can build for me a palace if I want to but I rather not. Let's go get us a new car.” As professor Ericson stood on his feet, the world around his became drowsy. The walls around him swirled and Francis' image danced before his eyes and just as he was about to grab on to the chair he had sat on for support, he fell to the ground while Francis looked down on him, the smell of poop not doing anything to make him feel better. The glass of water F

"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 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.

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 called you here to discuss us." I had ordered a small starter, nachos with cheese and avocado, because I couldn't drink on an empty stomach. The food was good, but I barely tasted it. Across from me, Liam finished the last of his whisky and set the glass down with quietness. His full attention settled on me. I could already see the shift in him, the slight tension in his shoulders, the way his expression cooled into something closer to anger and restraint. "I figured," he said, his voice flat.