Kitchen Wizard Block Tales Novels & Stories

In front of me, a plate appeared, bearing a maple cake, salmon, and a pot of rose tea with a delicate, fragrant aroma wafting from it. "Where did you find these?" I asked, my eyes wide in surprise. In this desolate snowstorm, it would be hard enough for Ulysses to find an egg, yet here were all the items I had requested. It was like magic. Wait... of course, I suddenly realized. Ulysses was a wizard. There was nothing magical about this for him. He gave me a knowing smile. "Can you use your magic to summon Klaus as well?" I asked.

Norbert hissed again. "Come off it cockblock!" His voice was faint as he walked away. "I'll send you food." Rachel was giggling, still clutching the card Jake had given her. "Your friend seems like so much fun. I like him.. he's so cool." Norbert eyed her, "Shut up redhead! Give me that paper." He groped for it but she pulled it away. "Hey!! Are you jealous?!" Before he could reply, the waitress was in front of them. She was so busty Norbert almost suffocated.

Then she was asking Walt to assist her in getting more stuff, we were moving things to his kitchen. She was brewing her concoction in a large pot, putting various herbs and potions. Walter was lighting the candles, and closing all the curtains. It was almost evening, the light was darker but there was still a bit of sun on the horizon. "Arkael! Come to us..." her voice was heard throughout the kitchen, as she started chanting her words. She let out her words as she chanted in an old language, that I didn't recognize.

As soon as he could move. "Don't strain yourself." The witch crooned over her shoulder. "There is nothing you can do." She was prancing through the kitchen wearing just an orange skirt that did more to call attention to her voluptuous curves than to offer even an illusion of modesty. The bottoms of her bare feet were coated with blood and left a trail on the floor that looked like one of those 'how to dance' diagrams. She started dumping the cabinets out onto the floor while continuing her destructive dervish dance and moving on to the pantry and fridge. "I fo-o-o-o-und it!" The witch exclaimed bending at the waist and scooping up a heart shaped pendant that had fallen from a box of Kashi br

Then she glanced toward the bookshelf where that old notebook still sat, the one with her name scribbled inside from years ago. “You going to tell me what’s in there?” she asked, nodding toward it. I shrugged, taking a bite of eggs to buy time. “Just notes from back then. Nothing worth reading.” “Try me.” “Maybe later.” I reached across the table, brushing my thumb over her wrist. “Right now I’d rather talk about how you look in my kitchen wearing nothing but fur.” Her cheeks flushed but she did not pull away. “Smooth deflection.” “Effective, though.”

Silence. The kitchen’s aroma drew her in, and she nearly groaned. This was a chef’s dream—gleaming wooden cabinets that blended with the natural surroundings, a massive stove, and double ovens that screamed serious cooking. Nita loved baking, though she wasn’t on Tally or Gerri’s level. She hadn’t poisoned anyone yet, so that was a win. This kitchen alone earned her mystery date points, even if he was a no-show.

I was positive the wolf was lurking around here somewhere, but I had yet to see him in the lavish kitchen. It wasn’t much different than what you’d see in the mortal realm. There was a rustic looking stove topped with eight burners, a walk-in pantry, and a fridge big enough to hide in when Orion inevitably lost his temper again. I did notice there weren’t any outlets. Maybe everything ran on magic? A playful light danced in his eyes. “You think I’m charming?” Of course that’s all he got from that.

I told him as I was dragging him along their hallway. No one speaks between us as we walk. “Uh.. Lucifer?” “What?” “Where’s your kitchen?” “Stupid.” “Hehehe…” He removed my grip on his hand and held mine instead. Does it mean that we’re okay now? (_ _) Maybe I’m just having false hopes. After a very long walk, we finally arrived inside a huge white-washed room filled with different kitchen utensils which are usually used for baking. The centerpiece light hanging from the ceiling made it more elegant and dashing to look at. It has a butcher block island, viking ovens, a brick oven and at least, five sinks.

Not to wake her, we kept to the kitchen area, which seemed to have the most use. I looked into the kitchen area and knew my mom would LOVE this place. Learning culinary art and how best to set a kitchen up from her, the kitchen was in the perfect triangle formation for cooking and whatever else Ostyn witches create in their kitchen. There was a big round table beside a large window that looked out the backyard. A bowl of lemons sat on the table, and a half-drank mug of coffee with the faint smell of Theron on it. I walked past the table to look out the window when I heard a sound of paper brushing the table. I turned and saw a blank white piece of paper on the table by the mug. I slowly appr