Gingerbrave X Wizard Cookie Novels & Stories

“The one who backs her. His power is beyond anything you’ve faced. Your moon goddess is nothing compared to his magic.” I swallowed hard, the intensity of his words settling in my chest. Brooke had aligned herself with a wizard—a creature capable of wielding forces far beyond what we could defend against. He's probably the one who helped hide my identity as a hybrid so I could not be detected. That is not a small feat. As I stared into the man’s eyes, something shifted. A flicker, almost imperceptible, but enough to make me take a step back. His gaze wasn’t his own; it was vacant, almost glassy, yet brimming with intent.

The warrior on the left fastened rune cuffs to the wizard’s wrists; a small speck of white light pierced the darkness, then faded. “Hold him!” Tavien commanded. The wizard spat, his eyes sharpening toward me. “Little Luna, too bold,” he hissed. “Do you think fire can consume fire?” “The fire I speak of is not yours,” I replied flatly. “And you were not invited.” He chuckled—short, dismissive. “You will still come to my candles.” Tavien didn’t give him a chance for a second sentence. One clean, measured blow. The wizard’s jaw snapped; his body swayed then collapsed, unconscious. Silence fell, quickly.

“Don’t pretend to care about me. You make me sick.” She slammed the door behind her. The sound echoed in the silence. I stood there for a long time, staring at the scattered cookies on the floor, wondering how everything had gone so wrong. That night, I couldn’t sleep. Instead, I baked several more batches of cookies. Sugar cookies shaped like little wolves. Crescent moons glazed with colorful icing. It was the only thing that made sense anymore. I wrapped them carefully in wax paper the next morning and brought them to the office. A few of the werewolves gave me odd looks, but I smiled politely and moved on.

“Permanent?” “Yep.” I crunched the bacon. “Grandma says it’s unique to me. She was never turned vampire. She was just a very strong Wizard. No take-backs.” Mom reached for me like I might vanish. “Are you… okay?” “I’m fine. Sun doesn’t burn, either. Bonus.” I leaned forward, ruby eyes steady in Mom’s terrified ones. Dont worry I don't need to drink blood to Survive. The magic sustains Me remember im a wizard. “But I’m done running and I’m done with the feud. Today I’m offering Seras co-op. Equal partnership. Two families, one vein. No more kneeling. We share the spiral or we let it die together.”

Elias asked Lily: “Rest, wounds inflicted by werewolves on ordinary people will be very dangerous, even if it is only a small scratch. But I handled it in time, tonight will be very painful. Just endure it through the night, and you'll be completely healed." Lily nodded, her mouth still not closing the smile full of love given to the man in front of her. Elias touched her forehead and asked, “Are you okay? Did the injury affect the brain?” Lily turned off her smile and looked into Elias' eyes: "What do you mean by that?" “I saw you laughing like crazy, is that okay?” Elias rested her hand on her chin in thought. Lily, annoyed at being teased by Elias, smacked her shoulder while he was still

“I love him. You just have to suck it up and deal with it or you don’t get anymore Tuna melts.” Lorenzo growled as he looked back at the road. I smirked, knowing I’d won. “What…the hell is going on?” I looked back at Marek who looked utterly lost. Keenan started off giggling but then turned into a full blown cackle. “They have been like this the whole fucking time. I can’t even. I nearly gave away our position.” “Ria?” Marek sounded so meek and I patted my brother’s shoulder. “This is my brother, Lorenzo Bernardi, also know as Wizard.”

She says, the produces the paper from the beige bag hanging from her shoulder. She offers it to me, a question is her eyes, before stepping inside. The flier in my hand seems like a joke. Rough sketches of wands and pendulums are among the visuals, but it’s the words that have my mouth twisting with distaste; ‘Having a problem? Get the wizard, he knows what to do!’ he can’t be serious. “Kimberly,” he starts, offering his hand to the cautiously approaching young woman, “It’s a pleasure to meet you.”

“That’ll be 250 parms.” Digging through my pouch, I produced two fluv coins and one ruben coin. “Thank you.” Brynn smiles as she accepts the money, “I’m assuming you have plans since you want us to deliver it.” “I’m going to head down to the tavern.” I answered, “I’m craving their rabbit stew.” “There’s a pub around here that sells rabbit stew?”

He parts from yet another rough kiss, the nasty, annoying smirk appearing on his lips. "Jealous much?" "Fuck you..." Suddenly, the howling crowd went silent. There was an incredible shift in the air, I couldn't pin point the feeling but it hit at the back of my neck. A response to threat, is such a reaction. Turning around, I see the wizard, looking old yet with jet black hair and tight skin, wearing sunglasses in the dimness of his own house, was him. Charles Glen, the Wizard.

I was, however, beyond grateful for even the smallest of human privileges. “Here,” Rowan said, passing me a small slice of ginger. “Thanks,” I smiled, turning it over in my hands. It smelt strong, spicy, and it reminded me of fire, of flame. I hoped it would protect us all, though I had my doubts. I imagined it forming a flame around me, and then I pictured it spreading, healing and saving rather than destroying as it formed a shell around our eclectic group of vampires, witches, and a lone werewolf.