Novel & Cerita Silly Wizards

“We wish them luck, may the school they represent be proud of them!” Nakutsck signalled to the children to come closer. Nine little wizards approached the white wizard, more or less prepared for what was to come. “The three representatives of the School of the ‘Sacred Tree’ are Pmyrie, Ehm'il and Fahria.” The three children with pointed ears approached Nakutsck, each to get a golden key, which would let them access to the stadium area and an emerald-coloured wizard's cap.

He must have be really hungry judging from how quick he was taking life out of the men. “What do you mean by silly spells? Magic is a serious thing, there's nothing silly about it.” I heard him say again, scolding me for using the word silly. “I meant spells like lifting food off tables, or making something disappear.” “Those are all very demanding spells Leiya.” I let out a frustrated sigh, taking the last small piece of bread into my mouth. I knew there was no winning this argument, the best thing to do was to remain silent. I quietly watched as he devoured his last meal, the last prisoner at the table.

“What if I told you that I knew you would say that? Oh please, don't mess with an orchestrator! Anyway, what do you think you're doing? Are you trying to sell your family out to save this bitch?” "That is indeed correct. Smarter than I expected.” He responded, finally turning to her. They spoke like they used to have more playful quarrels. “Don't even attempt doing such. We don't betray, We are witches and wizards. It makes no sen-”. “Witches and wizards? We're halfly wolves, we only possess witches and wizards powers.”. "Wolves are betrayers, I get it but we're not full wolves. Witches and wizards don't sell themselves out!”.

We had only one witch on our side and a bunch of snarling and growling oversized dogs ruled by their as* of-a-hole king. "You're giving me a chance, Shiva?!" She sneered. "I'm giving you a chance to retreat and give me Thorin. You will never win against us. We outnumbered you!" She laughed like a mad woman. "It's time for the witches and wizards to shine!" She raised her hands in the air as fire lit upon them. The werewolves had no choice but to withdraw from the fight. It was their king's command, which I absolutely disagreed with.

And I hoped she would understand. I stood and smiled at her. “Okay, let me go rest. I am very tired—don’t you dare make a dirty joke,” I warned when I saw the stupid smile growing on Sandra’s face. I knew her well enough to know that she was going to say something stupid. “I am tired because yesterday was long and I need enough rest for tomorrow.”

When they saw me, they looked like they wanted to run but couldn't. "It's going to be okay," I said delicately. Then to Sera, "What are you doing?" A look of panic crossed Sera's face before her eyes rolled back inside her head, and they were replaced with twin pools of red, like blood. "Sera isn't here right now," she said, and my light was extinguished. "I am Mizrabel, a sorceress from the land of Polonias. With her longing for friends and for power, this child was easy to coerce into wakening me. Now everyone in the land will pay, especially you. If you dare, come for me, and we will see who is meant to rule the land." The voice, which sounded nothing like Sera's, cackled and was gone.

Klaus nodded and then stood up, heading for the bathroom, and I saw the chain extend as he walked away. I left the room and met Anderson outside. "They're on their way back, but it'll be a few hours before they get here," Anderson warned me. "James and the battalion stayed behind, the Wizards have informed us that they're going to stay out of this war, while there's been a lot of movement on the part of the Werewolves." I took a deep breath, having the Wizards as an ally would be great, precisely because I know that they can identify necromantic spells much more easily.

The summer before eighth grade, Abby and I had been playing pretend fairies outside for the past week, fluttering and skipping in the humidity of the woods. I liked the idea of fantastical things — fairies, dragons, wizards, vampires, and the rest of them — but Abby seemed to believe it. She came to me with love spells, and we performed them with our whole hearts. She smeared us with red clay so we would live forever, and when she told me not to go into the woods alone because of preying beasts, she didn't stammer or flinch.

She was indeed fighting against the strongest scepter ever created by the first wizards and witches of the world. Merlin burst into a fit of laughter as he clapped his hands. “You are indeed smart, lovely Talia!” A lewd sinister light gleamed in his eyes as he stared at Talia’s body up and down. “Hmm… How about this? I can revert the spell on one condition.” This time, it was Talia’s time to show a mocking expression. “Let me guess? You want my body?” An excited expression painted on Merlin’s face. “As expected! It is better to communicate with smart people.”

I opened my wallet and took out all the cash inside. A total of 273 dollars. I handed it over to the manager. "Keep the change." The moment she saw the money, she pushed the boy toward me like he was a hot potato. And just like that, I "bought" myself a boyfriend. Yes, I bought Ben Kent and took him home so he could be my boyfriend. I guess his name was chosen because it was simple, something people could easily make up. Why did I go out and get a mentally-challenged guy as my boyfriend?