Red Wizzard Novels & Stories

The crown hummed a lullaby in Romanian, Welsh, German, Japanese, and cabbage-scented love. Celeste Valentina Morua—14-year-old white-blonde Blood Wizard, Level 1, Crown equipped

Worry flashed through their faces as they carry Red and lie him in the long bench where Ela and the rest were sitting a while ago. "It's been only a week when he claimed the power inside his wand. This is exhausting for his body, but no worries. He'll wake up soon after regaining his energy," Rosh explained and tapped Era's shoulder, telling her to continue. She sighed and glanced at Red for the last time before she closed her eyes, holding the microphone and focused finding connections from the people, disregarding her worry for Red.

The Solar Eclipse Pack was a small pack that consisted of about 500 wolves and 100 of them were warriors. they were located in the rural parts of Virginia, more specific closer to Marion, Virginia. They have been fighting other packs around them for months,because they were the smallest pack of the packs around them. Those fight were more for territory over anything else. The strongest of any of the packs around them was the Blood Lust pack. All they cared about was power and territory.

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…

It was hard to catch Tawny off guard. As I sat in my smugness, sipping my drink and stewing in hunger, Tawny turned her attention back to Ruzette. As she polished off her cider, noticing Tawny’s attention was back on her, Ruzette continued, “Think of the pay.” “I could make just as much as a fighting mage.” Tawny insisted. “You’re going to get yourself killed.” Ruzette grumbled. Knowing there wasn’t much she could say to convince Tawny to change her mind, Ruzette turned her attention back to me. “Would you at least think about it?”

Legend has it that there is an invisible red thread that connects people to those they are destined to meet. It symbolizes friendship, love, protection; no matter how far apart, they will meet. And fate will be realized. In this world, there are two types of person that you will meet at the of your red string; platonic twin flame- that one person that’s supposed to be your best friend, and a romantic twin flame- the one that’s supposed to make you whole, your other half. The one that will make you complete; the other half of your soul.

With another wave, she wove them into glowing sigils that pulsed with power before fading into sparks. The clearing erupted with stunned silence. Then, awed applause. “See?” Chelsea said, her tone gentle but firm. “Raw power and precision together are unstoppable. Alone, they falter. Together, they endure.” “And sometimes,” Tora added with a cocky grin, “together looks downright badass.” The younger witches burst into laughter, the tension broken. Chelsea shook her head, though her lips curved with affection. “You’re insufferable.” “And you love me,” Tora shot back without missing a beat.

And she links my arm with hers as we head out. The man that I want to see the most right now is Adair. Entering the room where we got our measurements done my breath hitches in my throat as I take in Adair. Holy shit. Cut to precision, his tux is exquisitely made not shying away from showing off his muscular body and broad shoulders. The completly black colored tuxedo with a blood red colored tie screams lethal and not to be messed with. On the breast pocket of his blazer fits a blood red handkerchief with a sword pin, and to complete his look he holds a Roman styled black mask that alludes power and prestige.

Ryle calmly asked, raising her brow. “Who are you to question?” Bruce growled. He’s one of our more traditional males who believes that women aren’t made to fight. They are made to be seen and not heard. Ryker bristled at Bruce’s comment. “My name is Ryker RedFang and she,” he pointed to his sister, “is my sister, Ryle RedFang and we are RedFang Defense, your Elite warrior trainers and my sister is your future Luna.” he smirked.

Shreds will fly through the back streets, ”the witch shouted and laughed gutturally. - Wow, the hostess has gone. Pascal circled over the crowd of onlookers. "A real witch!" Real! croaked proudly. Unable to contain her outburst of rage, Melissa sent an electric shock to a barrel that stood to the side: the night sky was lit up by an orange-red glow. The contented human roar only teased and teased. Burning viscous streams of red-hot lava crawled along the ground, approaching the hangars. “Stop, there might be people!” The raven was blown away by a gust of icy air.