Steampunk Wizard Novels & Stories

Belle sat up in bed, using the buttons on the side to adjust the positioning as the nurse had shown her. The book, white with a pentacle on the cover, described the basics of witchcraft in terms even a layman could understand. Her older sister had been kind enough to drop it off, along with a change of clothing and a box of Thornton's continental—her favourite chocolates. According to this book, the spell Damien cast on her would be returned to him threefold.

The world was not alone in its witness. In an underground chamber, lit only by the sputter of black candles, an ancient wizard lifted his head from the dust of forgotten scrolls. His eyes, cataract-white, rolled back in his skull as he hissed, “The Healer awakens. Impossible.” His voice cracked, echoing through halls no human had walked in centuries.

A voice came from behind a stack of crates. “You ol’ street robber!” A short white-haired man appeared in front of them. His long white beard shook in front of him. His blue eyes twinkled behind his wrinkled cheeks and a smile stretched across his face. He was dressed all in purple and carried a long narrow wooden staff. He reached out his long skinny arm and pointed to Yvayn with a long bony finger. “Welcome, my young prince. Welcome to Careath, my home away from home.” Yvayn bowed to the old wizard.

The guards who were on the right and left of the door, immediately opened the door when they saw the King coming. The king then entered, approached a man who looked quite old, staring at the blue liquid in a glass tube. "Felix!" The King called out, calling out the old man's name. "Ah! His Majesty the King!" The old man–Felix, immediately bowed his head in respect. Felix Grane, one of the many thousands of years old potions wizards from the vampire nation. He was chosen as a royal mage who is very genius in concocting any kind of potion.

"Every spell demands a life, and when none is offered, it takes the wielder’s instead. So they slaughter without hesitation, to pay the price before it’s taken from them. A life for a life.” Valia swallowed hard. “And they use that power… to breed an army?” Avail’s nod was curt. “A legion of red-eyed wizard wolves, who believe only males are to rule. And to ensure only males are born, they feed the young mothers brews, mixed with ashes and bone powder. Wizard’s draughts." he announced, raising a small bottle stoppered with a wooden cork. He let it dangle between his fingers for a moment, letting the crowd catch the glint of its contents, before setting it down on the table with a soft thud.

Monsieur Pierre said, slowly directing his gaze to the gold ring that was on Adelard's index finger. Monsieur Pierre, or as he was more commonly known, the Wizard, had been the chief of the local gendarmerie for many years. And that snow-white hair was the result of constant stress and a desire to do as much good as possible. "I knew you would come here," Monsieur Pierre or the Wizard said, leaning against the back of his chair. "I will not offer you coffee or tea. You won't like them. You should never drink anything here." Nervous, Adelard, like the most dangerous criminal, clenched his hands in his fists and feeling the sweat on his back, took a deep breath and said, "Monsieur, I think you

With it, he could unlock the secrets of immortality, push the boundaries of life and cheat death, and ultimately bend the world to his will without being tainted by werewolf blood or a vampire's curse of getting burned by the sun. He turned to his trusted wizard, Jacques, who stood silently by the door. Jacques was a tall, imposing figure, with a sharp, calculating mind and a fierce loyalty to the Headmaster’s cause. There was no room for doubt in his eyes as he looked at his leader, waiting for his orders.

I just don’t know why my parents forbid me from using it but it appears to me that it will just cause me danger so I have no reasons in using so. “Happy Birthday Crystal!” A familiar voice coming from behind me really surprised me. The voice came from Kirk Robinson, my friend at Pyronia Island where we once lived. “Thanks for coming! Who are you with? I thought you’ll not be able to come but you did! You really are amazing.” Kirk gave me a slight hug before handing me his present. He is a Spirit wizard that’s why he knows how to create potions, he can also heal wounds.

those big stone sculptures, Tzutzurk's hounds. But the frisky beasts kept jumping around until Tzurtzurk called them and they ran to him, waiting for their master’s directions. “It’s better to have as many guards as possible, especially in such times,” the professor thought. Then twisting his wand he wiped all those images and went about his business. And once again he showed everyone there was nothing this great wizard could skip. This was exciting and dangerous too. If he could know everything that happened in the Elmbridge School of Magic, someone else could also know it too for sure ...

Here Maktub introduces who's the creature with him. And that creature is Welkin. Welkin is a Wizard from the world of Echor. He's wearing a long blue dress and he had a pipe on his mouth. He also always holds a cane. Welkin has lived for more than five hundred years and we can see the old age in his appearance. His hair are white and his skin is wrinkled. "So Welkin.. What's the reason and you're here in front of us today?" Ataraxis said without a trace of emotion, as she took a walk behind Welkin.