Mywizardingworld Novels & Stories

The wizard gives a cry of panic. “You can’t do this to me! I created you.” The light starts fading and soon the wizards form starts fading as well. “No, you created the evil Ma Vista’s that have plagued the earth for long enough. It’s time for a new world and, for the monsters to have a new chance at life.” And with those final words the wizard blinks out of existence.

The word burned in his mind like a brand. He stalked past the familiar sections—Werewolf Histories, Lunar Cycles, Pack Law—until he reached the dimly lit alcove marked "Supernatural Relations." His claws pricked his palms as he yanked out the first relevant tome: The Bewitched & The Beastly: Supernatural Attractions. The wooden chair protested as he threw himself into it, the lamplight casting jagged shadows across the pages. Dust motes swirled around him as he flipped to the chapter on witches.

Hogwarts Castle, Somewhere in the Scottish Highlands November 23rd, 1992, 1:55 PM As the house-elf, Parchy, popped out, Madam Pince was looking at the place that it was before. "We have house-elves just for the library?" She asked, looking back at Susan. "Yes, we have. They are specialized in library and book care, organization, and book recovery. Their magic works so much better than a wizards' to repair the pages of a book that there is no way to compare both."

Immediately I teleported to an empty lot right beside the big tree, it turns out that this is a city park. "Wow, it's lucky that this park is quiet..." I was stunned after turning around and seeing the buildings around. "Heeehhh are you serious? Wahh metropolis in the wizarding world? Elves? Demihumans? Wohh!"

Bruce asks me. I shake my head. "I could use a ride if you don't mind. I am not sure I am ready to drive today," I say. I know I am not ready to drive. "I can take you, but first, I have to tell you something. I made some calls while you were sorting through some things. I wanted to give you some space. I found both of your uncles. They own a little magic shop in New Orleans. It is called Elemental Magic," Bruce says.

While each loss was like a dagger to our hearts, we were so grateful to find that they were small in numbers. The witches went about delivering the antidote to the wolves who were suffering from silver poisoning. I watched as Selene went from wolf to wolf with the tonic. She was so powerful, I still couldn't believe the magic that she had unleashed today. The relief I felt for her safety was beyond measure. Once we had prepared transportation for the dead and everyone was bandaged up or cured of their silver poisoning, all the leaders of the wolves and witches stood in a group near the battlefield. "You are always welcome to The River of Three Sisters," Chloe said to us both as she leaned in

When he was about to go to his father, he suddenly remembered the book that had suddenly appeared on top of his body, along with the necklace that hung beautifully around his burly neck. ⚛⚛⚛ "What is this!" exclaimed Aza when she started reading on the first page. "Hidden worlds are places where things that are not real come true, such as vampires, werewolves, mermaids, forest fairies, dragons, phoenixes and many more. But among all that, the highest hierarchy is magicians." "Because only magicians are able to control the life source crystal cube in the hidden world, it is said that only the eight cube magicians can trace the crystal cube's location,"

The road wound back further away from the street, and then I saw it. The building was massive and resembled an old school built in the early 1800s with wide steps and pillars out front and wings on either side. I wondered what in the world the council of mages needed all of this room for, but then, Maggie answered my question for me. “Welcome to Ecole de Sorcellerie,” she said, turning to look over her shoulder. My eyes were wide as I stared blankly at her. “What’s that mean? In English?”

The woman he would finally love and marry would definitely have to understand and accept Gabe for the man he was. But a woman like his Emiline certainly made him rethink his purpose. He’d never thought about a woman the way he thought about her. She had been constantly on his mind since they met when he helped them fix their carriage. Indeed she was some kind of witch who had placed a spell on him…a spell he didn’t wish to have removed. He chuckled, remembering his friends, William Braxton and Marcus Thorne. They were both very love-struck and fought it the whole way. For them, falling in love was the best thing that had ever happened. Could Gabe have the same fate as his friends?

Finally we reached his lovely house, it was a beautiful house with wooden walls and roof just like I had in my world such a wolf taste even though there was nothing extraordinary about the house and green plants in front of his house but when he opened the main door of his house a whip of scent came inside my nostrils and I inhaled a deep breath, I could sense a strong scent of werewolves, not just one werewolf but two different werewolves. Lucky me!