Fictional Wizards Novels & Stories

"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.

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

(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.

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."