Novel & Cerita Fictional Wizards

(Anita) A Wizard is a respected profession in Fantasma, everyone all over the world respected wizards to their core, and by the common knowledge that everyone in central continent knows, is that only those with noble blood can easily become a wizard, and for any of the wizard that is come from the commoners ranks. They had to be born with unparallel talent to become a competent and recognized wizard. In short only the elites can become a Wizard, for a commoners and a farmer girl, like Anita and Jana, that is basically a pipe dream.

I knew him well. And he knows me. He’ll know it’s true. But after I’d confided everything, clutching my arms across my chest and rubbing my biceps to work some heat back into them, Adrian launched to his feet. “This is blasphemy! Everyone knows the magistrate is an upstanding citizen! What you’re saying is utter falsehood. Stuff that could get someone killed!” He scoffed. Beginning to pace. “A warlock. They don’t exist!” Adrian tossed his hands in agitation. “Everyone knows they’re a myth conjured by witches in vengeance! Only women can foster the dark arts!”

The Wizard was beyond shocked because those words just passed through his ears and he didn’t gather them in his head while a hand grasp his throat again. “Majesty,” the wizard quaked with fear as he could see his death. He slapped Gabriel’s hand to free himself, but to no avail. “Tell me the rest,” remonstrated Gabriel, increasing the pressure on the wizard’s throat. He hated unfinished business. “Werewolves! a large pack!” the foam came out, and the man fell to the ground with his little life.

He already had enough to deal with, and if she told him, he would dismiss it again as exhaustion. Instead, she went to Mirra and asked quietly, “Do you know of anyone here who understands strange things? Not priests — someone who truly knows.” Mirra hesitated. “There is one. A wizard who used to serve the royal family before the war. He lives by the old chapel beyond the walls. But, my lady, he’s not trusted by the council. They say he meddles in dangerous knowledge.” Liora looked toward the window, where the morning light fell across Silver’s face. “Then he’s the one I need.”

The crown hummed a lullaby in Romanian, Welsh, German, Japanese, and cabbage-scented love. Celeste Valentina Morua—14-year-old white-blonde Blood Wizard, Level 1, Crown equipped

Conri went on and sat down "They took my mother when I was just a little boy. I'm sure you've heard of how Greiner used to be our home?" Nuala's eyes widened and she listened to him tell the story of how the fairies had gotten rid of all female werewolves. She felt sorry for him, of course she knew the story too but they were taught at Greiner that all werewolves were dangerous and a serious threat to all Fairies and so it was fair in her mind but after listening to Conri and being in his presence, she realized they weren't as they were described.

He clasped his hands together excitedly and added; "Oh, but we should be off before your friends realise you have company. This is so exciting! Time to rush, rush." His smile disappeared, and the look of pure evil covered his face again. I did not know what he was thinking, but I knew it was nothing good. I have heard of him. He was famous for his cruelty. He was the famous Wizard Cornelius. The wizard no one wanted to be in the clutches of. He was known for his power and brutal way of doing anything and everything. I could feel the barrier tightening around my body. It became much too tight. It felt like it was suffocating me. My body jurked in response, but that only caused the invisible

"My father said…" The leader of the Wizards stood tall, his pale face tilted upward with arrogance, as though the world itself were beneath his feet. His voice echoed with a tone that sliced through the tension in the air, sharp and unsettling. "Witches are the hunters of Wolves and Vampires. The most thrilling moment of a wizard’s life is to make a stew from their blood… and drink them." He chuckled, a slow, rotten sound that sent a ripple of discomfort across our group. His sunken eyes scanned us, predatory and gleaming with amusement.

This time, he is no longer narrowing his eyes. Already, he is staring at me as if nothing he says is ever a joke. "What if I can't find myself even though I'm wearing that?" I inquire inquisitively, and he sighs and nods, "If that occurs, then the seal, the Vera seal, that is protecting your memories was not created by an ordinary wizard." "Ordinary wizard?" After reading a book about mages, my eyes widen when I inquire about them. As soon as I learned that these organisms have food chains, I realized that they also have a hierarchical structure in their lineages, to which I responded, "I see."

Sofia muttered, her tone at its lowest. “Please” It came out as a whisper. Royal gazed at the drawing and memories came to his mind. He was once a white wizard whose best hobby was drawing and painting. Things were peaceful at that time because he found goodness in two lives. One as a werewolf and the other as a wizard, everything seemed like a good fairy tale, it was like paradise. They encountered no difficulties until the head of the dark witches decided to attack them for no reason. They fought back with the great white witch, and they overcame and wiped the dark coven out of the earth, planets, the sea, and above.