Fictional Wizards Novels & Stories

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.

“I know you can but the way I hear it the wizard who hunts you is a ruthless scoundrel. The rumor is that he was married to a Diabolist and she was taken by another wizard with impure intentions. By the time he caught up with them the wizard had killed his wife and their unborn child.” Oren took out his pipe. Isiah put his hand on his sidearm until Oren showed him he was retrieving a simple tobacco pipe from his pocket. He put the pipe to his mouth and struck a match, lighting the tobacco left in the bowl, “I have heard this story too only the man wasn’t a wizard. He was some kind of brilliant scientist from back east. His wife was indeed a Diabolist, unbeknownst to him, and there was a wiza

He used teleportation while the fairy is defending herself, he then cast the fire behind him and that's how the fairy got wounded. In order to strike at her, you must attack side to side. The warlock is a genius, but both of them is a dirty player. They have tricks. They are the Liar, Traitor, and Gross caster. All are fighting, including the leader of every race. The ground is shaking, the clouds were moving, and the forest was collapsing. What more will be affected? What made them become like this? A man was laughing in the concealing shadow with a wine of his glass. He was flattering while looking at them. “So fascinating,” he expressed to himself.

High in the mountains of Romania, the Necromancer’s foul mood was evident as he sat at his magical table with the black wizard Viktor and the two remaining novitiates, Jordan and Rafael. Five empty wooden chairs pushed tight against the huge round table bespoke of the losses he had recently suffered.

My little witch remained standing, sparing me no glance as I sat down. 'Evil wizards do exist my son, they have long subsisted in our world. ' My father began after I settled down and only then did Tamara sit down. 'They have remained latent for longer than people care to remember. My father Zaid used to tell me stories about them all the time. They walked on the face of the earth with nothing but the glint of dark, malevolent eyes.' He paused, fixing his eyes on mine before he continued.

There was something mysterious and alluring about it that made her want to know more. “Well, let's say I just twerked things a little bit, but I'm telling you, there is still much more to be learned from this book, more spells and even stories. Long, lost stories and legends that its true contents have been altered and changed over the years, which are now told incorrectly,” Mathias said, opening up the pages of the book. “This is crazy, really. So my friend is a wizard?...a fucking warlock!!” Clara said, full of excitement and amazement.

"I know Sabrina. When Luke touched me, something inside me woke up. Remember when we were in the mall? That pain I felt was so excruciating. Everytime I felt pain, I knew something inside me woke up." "So, does it mean that you also have a wizard spirit?" Azrael asked. I shook my head no. Their forehead creased in confusion. I smiled at them and uttered the word that made them flabbergasted. "I am the Wizard." Yes, there were five of us---I am the wizard, Xandra is the wolf, Val is the vampire, Willow is the witch and Damona is the demon. "But how come you don't have any wand? Wizard used their wand to release their magic but I never saw you using your wand." Sabrina said, confused.

His beautiful smile that never failed to fill my head with fooling thoughts of happily ever after. I stepped outside of the house, Earl spotted me and jogged up to me. ‘’My king, good morning.’’ He greeted me with a brief bow. I nodded my head in acknowledement, walking with him. "Did it work?" He aske, earning a shrug from me. ''How on earth am I supposed to know? I'm not the wizard.'' I answered, my face scrunched up in annoyance. ''I'm a warlock.'' He corrected me with his eyebrow cocked. ''And I don't care.'' I said with a shrug. I really did not give a fuck that Earl was a wizard or warlock.

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.

The lesson began by talking about some dynasties, types of magic, and some historical information. Everyone listens because he looks really smart except for Sivana who is staring at him and all she hears is 'blah blah blah' she imagines a picture of her blond prince in front of her in a white royal suit and asking for her hand to dance, waking up from her rosy dreams Danny screaming again. "Sivana!!". " sorry ". She sobbed as she avoided hitting him with the book above her head. Suho smiled and looked back to continue his speech. “So as I was saying, there are water wizards like me who are ordinary wizards who can only do tricks and spells involving water and some ordinary things, and there