Silly Wizards Novels & Stories

Long ago when I was a little girl before the werewolves attacked the village, I once used to call home. My dad used to tell me stories about witches that dwelled not too far from our village in the hoods, where no sounds were made, no wind blew and everything was still there, even the waters. He used to tell me stories about witches with unbelievable abilities that were very strange to us humans. Witches that had the powers to see the future, to heal, to speak to the dead, and possess the soul of us, humans. I used to be scared of these frightening stories, but soon I had gotten to love them. Knowing that there were beings with such unique abilities

The Red Moon day arrived but this time my family, the creature of full moon weren't happy. The occasion of Red Moon day came in every 3 years and that time when the moon shine upon us we all feel powerful than ever. Every wolf life depend upon it's pack and tribe so that particular day when the moon was at its peak every wolf unconsciously shape-shifts to their natural worm because wolf are most powerful at its animal form. Its been our ritual for so long, the tribe gather up together to feel enlightened, more powered and stronger.

“Saelari says… we’ve got mail.” The air shimmered, and a projection unfurled from a pulse of magic—like smoke weaving itself into a figure. The crackling silhouette of the old bog witch appeared midair, waving her staff with unnecessary flair. “Dearest Charlie,” the witch began, eyes twinkling with mischief. “I’ve found your stray puppies and a vamp. Stumbled right into my wards, all puffed-up and determined. Now... what would you like me to do with them?” Before anyone could speak, Saelari surged through Nalia, her voice layered and powerful as it echoed from her vessel:

“What? Dad, for your first ever joke, this is a pretty good one but dry.” “No, he is being serious,” Uncle Al said. “We are wizards and our child which makes you a… witch.” “As in Sabrina the witch? Like in the Charmed series? Like Harry Potter wizards?” “I don’t know what those are but yes,” Dad replied. “I told you to keep up to date with the modern world, you idiot,” Uncle Al said, rolling his eyes. “Yes, darling, those sort of things. But those are a bit exaggerated and not in any sense, like the real wizarding world.”

she shouted, her voice echoing across the field. The white wizards began to move into a semicircle, their robes fluttering gently in the night breeze that was beginning to bite. They stood silently in ritualistic stillness, eyes closed, hands raised, preparing the low-level curse energy they would soon unleash. “Today’s command is simple,” Mira shouted, her voice loud and steady. “After you drink the potion, we will unleash a low-level curse as a simulation. There will be no permanent injuries. But you must remain vigilant.”

However, the wizards were always one step ahead, using their magic to keep the group safe. One night, as they were resting by the campfire, one of the wizards revealed to Jerry that they were actually part of a secret organization dedicated to protecting the world from evil magic. This organization had been watching Jerry and his family for some time, and they believed that they were key to stopping a powerful sorcerer who was planning to unleash a devastating spell upon the world. Jerry was shocked by this revelation. He had no idea that he and his family were so important. However, he knew that he couldn't let the sorcerer succeed. Together with the wizards, Jerry began to train in magic a

“Why did you help that madman escape from here?” “I told you that’s why she would come here.” another wizard spoke. “Can we tell you through song? What about theatre?” the other wizard chimed in. “You see guys this is a waste of time. Vert, Rouge and Jaune over there are as useless as ever.” Jill whispered to her team.

"But don’t you think we should give a warning? That some wizards might be evil and use their abilities to harm others?" Max’s expression was thoughtful. "I’m not a counselor, Your Majesty," he said earnestly. "But if you ask me whether we should tell people that some wizards might be evil, it’s no different from telling people that some werewolves—some of our own kind—could be dangerous.”

New characters emerged, each with their own unique insights and abilities. One such character was Sirus, a reclusive scholar rumored to have deciphered ancient texts that held the key to the impending catastrophe. His abode was a remote tower nestled in the heart of an enchanted forest. The heroes ventured into this mystical woodland, guided by the faint glimmers of arcane symbols that marked the path.

another muttered. “I just started, okay? This is, like, day one. Everyone’s first spell is a mess.” “My first spell was a weather manipulation hex that saved a village from drought,” Mr. Yellow quipped. “Mine was a growth spell,” said a potato from the shelf. “My cousin became an oak tree. Good times.” I groaned and sat down, the glitter-chicken gently laying an egg near my boot with a pop of confetti. Fantastic. “I am cursed. I am wolfless. I am surrounded by petty produce and judgemental pests. And now I’m the clown princess of poultry summoning.”