Finn X Huntress Wizard Novels & Stories

The Grand Arch Wizard stared at him, his deep blue eyes was almost producing sparks of electricity. “You can use mana and aura,” the wizard stated. There was no need to ask about it anymore, in his eyes he could clearly see the energies flowing inside the hero’s body. Harlequin did not intend to answer the wizard’s question or rather statement, instead he commanded his knights to launch an attack towards the wizard as the mage and the priest that serves as the bishops cast power ups and protection to the two. Inside the domain, the powers of the officials are doubled as long as the king, which is Harlequin, was still standing. Using his aura and mana, he can maintain the board for a very lon

"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.

Someone big. I picked up playing with my wine again, tracing it round and round to stall. "And why would you do that?" I asked, tone flat but biting. Sam grinned. "Because, Xavier, she needs people who can actually get things done for her. You and I both know she has alot of enemies. They will devour her alive if she doesn't have allies with teeth." I rested against the counter, regarding him. "She already has allies." He chuckled under his breath, shaking his head. “You mean you? Don’t get me wrong, you’ve got weight, Xavier, but you’re not the whole game. Darla knows that. That’s why she let me introduce her to this guy.”

she asked quietly, lifting her left arm slightly, unsure if she should summon magic in front of a hunter, but knowing deep down she might not have a choice. She was already in danger. The least she could do was be ready. “You are a sylph too,” the hunter remarked, gaze now turned on Finn. Arah’s breath hitched. Her eyes locked on Finn’s face, remembering the strange flicker of blue in his pupils earlier. Then her gaze dropped to the tattoo on his forearm, the one he’d said was done by his wife. The black ink started to glow blue, pulsing softly, looking more and more like a sigil now.

Wouldn’t. “Witches don’t give us powers,” I muttered, my voice tight as I turned the words over in my mind. “He must’ve done something. Struck some deal to gain the ability to do that.” Before Ronan could respond, the sharp, guttural sound of someone in pain split through the forest, slicing through the icy stillness like a blade. Our eyes met, and my heart slammed against my ribs. Silas. I didn’t think—I just moved. The snow crunched under my boots, but I didn’t care. All that mattered was the sound of his pain, leading me straight to him. And there he was, crouched on the frozen ground, his body wracked with pain.

Laylah gasped, taking a step back when she saw the intensity of her power. Most wizards have to imbue their magic in weapons or things in order to use them. Like Tabit uses shadows, Daphne and Randall use staff as a medium. But, Natural users don’t need them like Kriss, Freya, Cassandra, Persephone and Tristan- he possesses natural bloodlust. Persephone licked her lips in thrill, turning to Laylah, moving her hand as a wave of fire came, catching her along with it, burning her. Showing why she was known as the Phoenix- The strongest soldier of Aziel.

Finn came and brought him a glass of fresh water. Cylas tried to sit up straight, he became so pale out of a sudden as his body weakened from the spell. With a shaking hand, he reaches the glass and drinks it. “She's here. No doubt.” Declan spoke to Finn in his mind-link. Finn nodded to him. That witch is here. The one they were looking for. “I believe you are different from others. I wouldn't be able to talk this freely if it weren't for you. She permitted me to talk…” Cylas said while holding his chest.

Yet when the auctioneer thought about who could be under the mask and hopped into death in ease, his face was drained from all blood, looking horrifyingly pale. This strong magical power, and the signature red eyes. Even though there are a few mythical beings who had the same colored eyes, this was the Runalia, the land that forbids mythical beings from entering. Meaning there was only one person who could have this blood-like eyes. No matter how much stupid person could be dumb, there wasn't anyone who could not know this very powerful person. He was the Lord of Warine Land, Mike White. However, no matter how frightened he was to the looming man, he was an important buyer who had bid four t

He handed me a silver mask, trimmed in fluorescent pearls. I took it. Noticing how beautifully it was crafted. “Is this how you plan to keep hidden that you’re not the Magistrate tonight?” He scoffed. “What makes you think I’m not just Matt here?” “You’re not dressed as a ‘just’ Matt.” I pointed out. He looked like a fine Lord. “And why would you be in Kirkin.” “You know full well that all my girls didn’t come from just Drimidan.” “How do you have them sentenced as witches?”

If I have to play nice and respectful with Kurt, Isis can do the same with Dani. “Yes, Byron. If he lets Byron at least help us, it will make this easier.” Logan nodded. “Otherwise, while our pack does not have affiliations with any witches, I am looking at three trained hunters. Vampires or not, I want you three to come up with a way to counter Noya’s magic.” He pointed at Aunt Sarael, Isis, and me. “Of course, Logan.” Aunt Sarael agreed on our behalf. “We’d be more than happy to put that witch down.” Well, she’s not wrong. I could go for a witch hunt.