First Wizarding War Novels & Stories

“Good job princess.” I looked around seeing others walking into the woods. One man, a tall slim man dressed all in a black robe was burning something in the fire. The smell seemed to be white. I don’t know why white was the word that first came to me, maybe pure. I looked up at Nikko, “Is he a witch?” Nikko looked down at me, “a warlock maybe. I don’t think he would take kindly to you calling him a witch.” He arched his brow, “why Samantha are you a witch?”

Azareel walked slowly toward the White Tiger, his body began to stiffen because the white furred beast was so big than he expected. Aza stood at the distance he had calculated, the man began to draw his bow and aimed it at the White Tiger. Likewise Nelson, who was ready from his hiding place. "Attack!" exclaimed Aza then three arrows of clear blue water shot right at the Tiger, but it is very unfortunate that the White Tiger has entered level two intermediate. Basically the beasts in Hidden World are categorized as demon beasts and Warcraft. The Silver-haired wolf they had encountered was a level one Warcraft, but the silver wolf hunted more often in groups making it difficult for some begin

I stretched both of my arms in front of my chest and with all my strength, I clasped my hands together. What I did made the two chains of Kairi collide at each other, a loud clanging sound echoed within the whole region of Claw. It signals a start of a war. The whole place was filled with chaos as everyone run towards their formation. I was led standing still in the front along with Cassius who was silently watching everything. Wizards quickly teleported near the massive hole and immediately made a huge barrier altogether. Those who are designated in the front line quickly arrive one by one, until we are all set, silently waiting for the next thing that will about to happen.

I conclude quietly, finally understanding what it is that is biting at me since witnessing the first scene. A great war begins between the cursed ones and the witches. The battles mostly take place at night, with the witches catching the cursed ones in ambushes and fighting them with utter disregard for their lives to bring the enemies down. The battles are gruesome as the council of sixteen leads each attack, striking the cursed ones at their homes, in their lofty castles, as they return from social gatherings, and even at the meetings they call to discuss how to deal with the recent reparations from the witches.

They may have lost a lot of comrades, but they stand on the winning side. They unsealed the spell. They are great when it comes to close combat, but it will be hard for them during the start of the war. The Prince of the Werewolves is the one who brings the victory. He used his fang to chop it off. The Wizard is indeed strong, but once they are in close combat, the table will turn itself. In order to win, they must organize a well-prepared strategy, but they are outweighed by the knowledge of Werewolves' Prince.

It almost made her wince just by imagining what the first-time players felt upon being welcomed like that. On cue, three large cauldrons were being dragged by the academy’s giants and each of them was placed in front of the royalties’ tents, the academy staff’s tent, and the bleachers. The tips of their pointy hats were the first thing that Cent saw when they followed the giants. Split into three, the group of witches clad with their infamous green robes poured some herbs into the boiling cauldron, which was thrice their size, so they needed to use their broomsticks before the witches started to chant a spell.

The wizard was a bridge between worlds, a conduit of magic and wisdom who would guide them through the labyrinthine paths of enchantment in their quest to free Lucy from her enthrallment. As they beheld the wizard's awe-inspiring appearance, Darren and Maddie knew that their journey into the realms of magic had truly begun. With each passing moment, they could sense the weight of destiny settling upon their shoulders, as the enigmatic wizard prepared to lead them on a path that would test their resolve, challenge their beliefs, and ultimately unveil the secrets that lay hidden within the very fabric of their lives.

Wells for you. I smiled sheepishly as I replied to him, “what are you? My fairy godmother or fairy godfather? Or do you have eyes at the back of your head? Don’t go around saying things Mr. Wells or people are gonna think you’re weird” I didn’t really like the topic he was aiming for, so I wanted to avoid it, and it hurts more because he’s right.

Charles was supposed to be king and stop their reign of terror but he was struggling. He needed something that wouldn’t just stop them but keep them gone for good. The wizards were powerful but they weren’t the smartest as a little boy discovered after challenging the wizards to find a ball in a cup. It was a simple game but it was all the boy knew. If he won the wizards would return his dog, if they won the boy would leave his town forever. The wizards lost and never understood the boy's trickery for the ball was never under the cup.

Green flames surrounded my head like a halo and red and orange carpeted the ground I touched. The wizards made a strangled cry and they rushed at me one after the other. Ares grabbed one from the sky, breaking its neck in one bite and tossing the corpse at its fellows, but it didn't even slow them down. Bo took the opportunity to launch himself at Ares flank. The large wolf noticed the attack and whirled on the skeleton. His savage teeth sunk into what little flesh Bo had left and he whipped him around the battlefield like a stuffed chew toy. The hounds had froze upon my cast but they too were involved in the action. Their flames continued to try to guard me while they teamed up against the