Kitchen Wizard Block Tales Novels & Stories

“Ariadne came up with a good one.” Kane proceeded to tell me some fairytale involving a mage, tons of ice and probably a pack of lies if the spell weaver’s relative came calling. I interrupted him, not bothering to conceal my impatience and irritation. “I meant Lisa,” I said, savagely cutting a triangle of buttered toast in two before smothering it in a thick substance containing peel and which bore the aroma of Seville oranges. “Wow, this is to die for.” “See what I have to put up with.”

"I am not going to hurt you.'' She nodded more to herself, then followed him in the direction of the kitchen. When they finally made it there, October was in awe of the array of stainless steel appliances, glass countertops, wooden cabinets and tables. We made the floor and entire walls of the kitchen of marble. Alistair began searching through the cupboards, then turned to her. ''Do you like pancakes?'' "Yes,'' October replied in a small voice. "Do you even know how to cook?" She asked a little louder. Alistair made a small hissing sound. "I might be king, but I know my way around the kitchen." "King?" "Hmm," was all he said. October watched Alistair as he prepared her breakfast, fascinated

Pushing my chair backwards with a loud screech, I advanced towards my kitchen to make lunch, but I met Killan there, showing off his strangely excellent cooking skills when he'd burnt my pancakes the first time he got here. He was shirtless, his taut muscles flexing, his silver hair kissed by the soft ray of the sun seeping through the windows. “I thought you'd never step out of your room, Master.“ His lips tilted, his dark eyes still fixed on the meal he was preparing. “Tell me, what are you researching on?“ “Nothing.“ I said a little too quickly, grabbing a bottle of water to reduce the tension pressing against my chest. Opening up the cap, I took a large sip and placed it on the kitchen i

the journalist asked curiously. "Yes, it's called 'Tales of the Moonlit Grimoire'," Luna revealed with a smile, subtly bringing the interview to a close.

Hul took as to his much cleaner kitchen that had a chef and a waiter lingering in it. ‘Where are you’re tools? How are you supposed to fix it?’ He growled. Hul only reached up to my armpits, but I was sure his bite was nothing to mess with. Stella pulled out her wand. The chef tossed his hat and stumbled out the back door followed by the waiter. Hul took a step forward. Alfie pushed me back. ‘You don’t want a fight sweetheart.’ She waved the wand around the kitchen. The ground shifted beneath us and the doors clicked shut.

Part One: Eyes of the Wolf Jamie Dalton lifted the grocery bag filled with Halloween candy and took a moment to inhale the aroma drifting from it. For most people Christmas was their favorite holiday but Jamie had always loved Halloween. From the time she was nine years old she made up fanciful stories about the night, stories of goblins and ghosts and all manner of creatures. As she got older the stories became more intricate, the characters more detailed. By the time she was an adult she was weaving in erotic scenes and drooling over the heroines she created.

Siri removes the bowl and gets a new empty one. “The third witch’s ingredients is the mix for our white smoke”. Gudrun is rummaging in the basket, then she turns to Siri. “Don’t look at me like that, you were the one cooking the last time”. Siri giggles and goes to her bedroom. “Oh I forgot”. Gudrun giggled and went to the kitchen, coming back with a little jar. “Scale of dragon”. “What is it?” I try getting a closer look.

She was about to stand up but quickly realise that her bed sheet was changed and though she did have specks of blood on her inner thigh plus semen running down it before but now, it was all gone with only the ache on her body reminding her of their passionate rendezvous night. She got up and went to grab her silk robe with floral petals on the bottom part of it. She walks out of her bedroom, slowly peek out at her kitchen seeing all the good smell was coming from there and her eyes widen in surprise. Clarke Walton, the son of a successful billionaire and probably the wealthiest in all of America are cooking in her kitchen. Just by looking at the food, it looks mouth drooling and she was sho

Wolves began shouting. “Catch it.” “Block the hallway.” “It is too fast.” “It is glowing more.” “Why is it glowing more?” “It is angry.” “It has a face.” “It does not have a face,” I yelled. “It has the idea of a face,” someone argued. Elara sprinted past me with her hair half braided. “Aveline. It went toward the kitchen.” Of course it went toward the kitchen. Everything dangerous always went toward the kitchen. We burst into the kitchen moments later to find wolves scrambling around like panicked villagers trying to catch an enchanted mouse. Pots rattled. Pans clanged. Someone slipped on spilled flour. Lucian was yelling instructions even though he clearly had no idea what was going on.

So he started pulling books out from the shelves, thinking that they will lead to secret passages that hopefully will bring him to the scabbard. After draining the shelves of all the books, piling them on the floor with still no secret passages or much less boobie traps (There were a few books about sex with vivid illustrations though and he spent quite some time checking that out. He might be able to use those information when he gets back to his little witch. Hehehe), he paused and sat on the crimson cushioned throne-like chair and took out one of the food rations that Ruby packed for him. He took a large bite on the three-day-old sandwich wrapped in tissue paper from a ziplock bag and was