Novel & Cerita First Wizarding War

"You're going to hand over those key pieces, and we're going to walk through those Academy doors as the first group. In return, we won't have to hurt anyone." I felt Nyla tense beside me. Kaida looked angry as hell, and that's about the most emotions she had shown. Even Dalia looked ready to throw hands. "Counter-offer," I said, stepping forward. "You all go to hell." The Firstfell boy smiled, but it wasn't pleasant. "I was hoping you'd say that." Then they all came attacking all at once. We all shifted out all claws and canines—like hell we were letting them take what we struggled so hard to get. We all fought as hard as we could not to let them get each of our pieces. We tossed it around a

I barked in a succinct order, chasing him. He gave me a doubtful look and said in an accusing tone: "Don't try to lie to us Bennet! You know very well that this war started because of you! The reason we followed your orders was that we admired your skills." His answer stung me and I felt a hint of annoyance. The undeniable truth was that I was forced to rely on others all this time. "Stop spitting garbage. I said I would go out to take care of them later, didn't I?" At my harsh reprimand, the wizard had no choice but to return to the battlefield, even if his face was filled with reluctance.

It sent shivers down my spine. "I... I don't know what you're talking about," I choked out, gasping for breath. "My name is Elizabeth." "What are you?" he snarled, squeezing a little tighter. "What magic are you using? Speak!" "I'm just... human," I managed to say, my voice a strangled whisper. My vision was starting to blur, black spots dancing in my peripheral vision.

the wizard explained. “Now, we know that we are not going to deal with Willow and Kaidon alone, we will also be dealing with a child which happens to be Willow’s son. We need all the available hands we can possibly get in this war that is yet to come. Now, the first thing I need you all to know is that they won’t want to strike fully yet.” He said and paused to look at everyone. “All they intend to do at this point is to send series of plague to different countries for the next few years to come before Lucifer hits a reasonable age to fight” the wizard was interrupted by Jane.

his voice taking an even scarier tone as he got up and dark clouds poured out of his hands, floating around him. Dread pooled in Soraya's eyes as she struggled to keep her emotions in check. Black magic, she realized with terror. This was her first time seeing him like this. Alwin was an old wizard who was like a father figure to her. He had taught her everything she knew about witchcraft after he had taken her in when she was lost and wandering decades ago. He had always talked about how the witches and werewolves used to live in harmony. This fueled Soraya's hopes when she learned about the prophecy. He turned to her, letting down the hood of his cloak. Soraya let out a silent gasp as she

Aria stood at the front, her own crystals dim around her neck, her voice carrying the weight of knowledge passed down through generations. "The First War was not a war of territory," she began. "It was a war of existence against nonexistence. The light-creatures and the shadow-creatures were not gods or demons — they were forces, older than the world, locked in a conflict that had been raging since before time began. The wolves of the First Pack were caught between them. We were not the instigators of that war. We were its victims." She unrolled a map showing the ley lines, the weak points, the ancient wards. The students leaned forward, their eyes intent.

"What happened? What did you see?" "The First Wolf. He came to me in a dream. He said Nisan is the first of a new kind of shifter. One who could unite all packs or destroy them." Elif looked up at him, her eyes wide with fear. "He said the old magic is waking. He said a storm is coming."

"You are abnormal." The wizard screamed in shock. "What's your definition of normal?" Giselle asked inching towards the wizard who walked backwards. "You are a coward. You fear what you don't know." Giselle hissed as she lunged towards the wizard in full speed. The wizard snapped out, regaining his composure and stood ready to face the wolf. He opened his palm and a purple smoke ball hovered above it and with the snap of his finger, numerous purple balls of smoke disintegrated from the one smoke ball and were shot in high speed towards Giselle which she dodged gracefully.

Trevor and Elijah fought beside him, their movements sharp and deadly. The witches formed a protective line in front of us, chanting spells as dark magic slammed into their shields. I stood at the centre, my hands raised, power pouring out of me uncontrollably. The shadows and undead wolves lunged, but magic burned them where steel could not. Their bodies turned to ash as spells struck them down. Then I felt it. A presence. Cold. Focused. Intent. One of The First Ones stepped forward, separating himself from the others. His gaze locked onto me with terrifying precision.

he looked around, “You understand Warren went first for a reason?” “He’s dangerous?” Nerea asked. “That will depend on a variety of factors. Given his eye color, I have to respond with yes.” Warren stepped between them and growled, “Remember me, the person who is the subject of this test?” The pair stared at Warren with sheepish expressions, “I suppose we should get on with it,” plume said. “Please stand in the center of the circle,” Plume directed Warren. “Your body is unopened to magic. The first time is going to hurt. Don’t worry, we have safety measures to keep you from dying.”