Mywizardingworld Novels & Stories

"Ohh... Audrey how stupid could you get? How do you expect to survive for a day inside a magic school with no wand and grimoire?" Apparently, this was not the first time for our main character to forget about the two most essential school supplies. As it turned out, Audrey had been examining her wand and her grimoire last night until she fell asleep. She forgets to put it back to her storage ring, as a result, she left it lying on her bed. Haaaayyy... "Errr... Why is the door left open? Did I forget to close it before leaving?"

I will be the winner and I will be gladly waiting to see them swallow down this butter pill called failure. I just look at him and do not say anything. After he finishes ranting, He glides towards his library. I leave him there and hasten to go summon Poseidon. We have to strategies. This wizard is crazed by the need for power and revenge. He will need to be contained before he starts a genocide. I sigh deeply and teleport myself to the spring in the heart of the wizard realm.

I never knew this side of him, I knew that he didn’t like following rules but not to this extent. From the outer look, it looks as though one is a huge well-built brick settlement. Above the door, there is its name written by magic. THE GREAT WIZARD is quite large, fire-lit, and stylishly luxurious. The ceiling is unusually high. The dining hall has several huge long tables, fit to almost 20 people each. The table's legs are shaped in the form of flowers. Near a big chimney, there is a windowless spiral staircase, I assume that it takes to the lodgings. I bet that the fireplace costs a lot of wood in order to stay lit. You can barely hear anything in here, over the din of other people. It's

After that, the three of them walked side by side and browsed through some of the stalls in the city. While browsing, Henry was attracted by a particular stall… The stall’s name was ‘You Definitely Can’t Afford It…’. Intrigued, Henry walked up to the stall and clicked on it. There was a white magic wand in the stall… The magic wand was beautiful. The lower section was a shiny, silver shaft, while the upper section was a silver crown. There was a pretty, silver, starlight effect around the magic wand. It looked ethereal. This magic wand belonged to the Counselor class…

“Of course sir.” “These are my children. Sarah and Peter,” Andrew introduced. “I’m John.” “Pleasure to meet you.” “Is your job boring?” Peter demanded impolitely. Their young usher laughed. “Not at all. We don’t just seat people. We’re in charge of handling the large crowds. Today, there are four showings of The Wizard of Oz and only one hour intermission between each show.” “Do you like it?”

Near the bed was a single wall shelf that had some books while some dresses that were half made were littered on the table by a sewing machine. Moving a stray sleeve from the chair Helga took a seat while Merlia happily resumed her sewing, Mordred meanwhile activated a statue on the ledge of their window with his magic. Soon a grey owl made of stone was formed and began to take flight for it’s usual rounds. “More news?” Marcus asked looking curious, meanwhile he sat on a stool as Merlia began to pester him about his measurements. Marcus who continued to ignore her fussing he looked at Mordred who remained pensive as he read the notes carefully.

"Am I in Wonderland now?" "Welcome to the World Beyond, child," Owlyn's voice said. The magical bird was perched on a golden bird stand that made her look even more majestic. "How does it feel going through the mirror for the first time?" "Like electrified jelly." "Alright now, follow me. We need to go find my mistress," said Owlyn and took off again. They went through the hallway and passed the corridor, which was lit by torches burning eerily blue without smoking.

I told Baroness Lydia to bring us to the book store, which she immediately shows us the way. Amongst the lined up store on both sides of the street, Baroness Lydia told us to stop in front of a small old store, in the outside there's a signboard displayed on top of the door written "Wizard Books&Spells Emporium". on the left side of the door, there are books on display behind a greenish window. Obviously, this world still doesn't have the technology to create clear glass. As we step inside the small store, I was flabbergasted, mostly because the inside was so much larger than the outside.

My mind playing a story as I read the words written on the scroll. “The ultimate power is what I need to defeat Mazikeen, Monar new form, it is the only thing powerful enough in this world currently to do whatever I bids it enough. It is sang of. Praises to those who hold the power of the gods and can mold it to whatever shape they would want. I have the coordinates of how to get it but I cannot leave the palace. If I do the world is lost. Mazikeen will win.

“What!? Are you joking?! Recovery Wizard School, all of you!” The third time when they heard the same text of the elf, the children stopped even breathing ... they were scared to death, terrified. Alexander thought what humiliation it would be for his parents and for him to have the Recovery Wizard School detention record. The famous school where most of the young wizards who took the wrong path returned to the right path of magic ... the psychological torture they were subjected to, helped them find the right path.