Kitchen Wizard Block Tales Novels & Stories

“I don’t believe for a minute whatever that was couldn’t see us. It also knocked over those boxes to get our attention. It wanted us to see it.” “Hey, wait a minute. This directory of magical terms describes a grimoire as a cookbook for spells, potions, and elixirs. You wouldn’t think they’d hide it in plain sight in the kitchen with the cookbooks, do you?” “That would be priceless if it were. But I remember nothing like that. In fact, I don’t remember any cookbooks at all.” “What kitchen doesn’t have a cookbook? I mean, this place is old. When they built this estate, there wasn’t takeout and delivery. There must be some sort of cookbook lying around.”

“No wonder I am so hungry.” Kiara chuckled and gently grabbed my hand, “Come on. The kitchen is this way. The chef’s name is Caleb. You will like him. She led me to the far end of the mansion, and into a large commercial grade kitchen where a rotund man in his late fifties was busy stirring ingredients into a large pot. “Ah, our sleeping beauty has awoken! Did your prince finally find you, or perhaps princess?” He cracked a grin as he took in Kaira still gripping my hand. Instead of pulling away like I expected her to, she gripped my hand tighter.

She followed the scent down the narrow stairs until she found herself in the kitchen which was surprisingly larger than any other room in the house. The old witch sat at a large wooden table with papers in front of her and a cup of tea steaming to one side. The sound of fat hissing and spitting filled the kitchen as sausages cooked in an iron pan while other ingredients were lined up on the counter to wait their turn to be cooked. "Good morning," Dagmar spoke up, looking at the young she-wolf over the rim of her glasses. "You look a lot better. Are you hungry?" "I am, yes." Thalia nodded, taking a seat where she had nearly the whole room in her view. It made her feel less on edge and meant s

Prescott said it all in one breath. "Yes, Mrs. Prescott." Kate answered rightaway. "Good. Off you go, then." the old woman said, then afterwards, she talked to the cooks again. As Kate was making her way to the third floor, she still can't stop herself but to admire the very spacious and very grand living room. She touched all the French-inspired upholstery and she felt like she was a French Princess. She only see such kind of furnitures in historical movies. She dreamily climbs up at the grand staircase that almost resembled the staircase in the movie "The Phantom of the Opera."

I slurred. He ran a hand through his tousled black hair, licking his lips as he did so. Before he could reply, I said, “Well, scratch that. Sit down, guess what I made?” “Cog au vin?” The stranger replied, raising a thick bush of brows. “What?! Woah! Are you a magician?” I exclaimed. “No, I’m not.” He replied, “The kitchen wreaks of chicken and you have mushrooms scattered across the floor. It’s a no brainer.”

She imitated the style of a poor woman who was hungry by rubbing her stomach repeatedly with a pitiful face. "Let me make you waffles in the kitchen. I can also brew you some rosella tea to refresh your body after the long journey from New York.” “Oh, that sounds amazing! I'll eat in your kitchen." "Sure. This time my kitchen already looks better than the last time I showed you. I've added a lot of kitchen tools in my kitchen and made my kitchen more tidy." “Great! Take me there." “Aunt Blakely!” Arthur suddenly appeared from behind the counter. The little boy carried a crayon in his right hand and a piece of paper in his left which was waving at her.

“I am beginning to realize this.” We left the grotto, much to my dismay, and headed back to the house. We got inside and into his kitchen when he started grabbing literally everything from the cupboards. Pans clanged, spices wafted, and the sizzle of cooking food filled the air as he worked his culinary magic. Raziel didn't tell me he was a master cook. He was cooking like he was a top chef. You couldn’t have convinced me otherwise.

“Hungry? Because I’m starving!” “Most definitely” Mason chuckles and takes up behind me. Following me out of the room and down the staircase towards the smell of freshly cooked food, a scent that had me drooling. “Good morning princess!” Gillian bows as Mason and I walk into the gigantic kitchen. It’s big but singular. Unlike the Moon palace’s main kitchen which boasts 3 ovens, five refrigerators, and then some. This kitchen only has one stove a built-in griddle and, what appears to be a walk-in fridge/freezer. The whole kitchen is decked out in white marbling from the floor to the countertops, with flecks of gold patterning the surfaces.

Ravi said and he ran towards the kitchen even without waiting for Ravi's answer. When he got in the kitchen, he could hear the Luna screaming her heart out as she called for him. It seemed like she had come in the kitchen looking for him and since she couldn't find him, she walked out asking anyone she could meet whether they had seen him. Since he didn't want to be beaten because he didn't want to do something bad yet, he did what he did best. He summoned his light magic and within minutes, the kitchen table was full of all the delicacies he was supposed to cook for dinner that day. He then used the same magic and conjured all the utensils he was supposed to use.

The hall was nearly murky and the living room was darker as I strode down the staircase and went to the kitchen, turning on the lights. I hiked toward the fridge, opened it, and peered at the food items. Should I make myself a midnight meal? But I didn't know how to cook, the last time I tried to, I nearly chopped my fingers off and burnt my parent's kitchen, I was banned from ever stepping into the kitchen, Kareen was a much better cook, she didn't spend her time being a nerd.