Steampunk Wizard Novels & Stories

With a quick flick of the wrist and some foreign word, the smoke was sucked away as if it had never happened. “Again?” Barrett asked, sounding annoyed as usual. “I told you it wasn’t an exact science. I don’t know how this first wizard did it, and his notes are cryptic as hell. You try to read this shit,” Blake snapped, tossing a tattered leather bound journal at him. “What are we doing?” I asked, still confused about what had happened.

"Scream loudly, it's still a lightning strike peach wood sword, a thing that is strong and strong, that specializes in restraining ghosts, it seems that this old man's status is not small." Cadell Marcus thought to himself, couldn't help but look at this Waldo Roy Wizard seriously. Looking at the peach wood sword in Waldo Roy Wizard's hand, under the spiritual power spell, there were nine dense white light points above the peach wood sword, flashing restlessly. Naturally, ordinary people cannot see these white points of light, but Cadell Marcus can. In other words, the Waldo Roy Wizard in front of him is a nine-year-old Wizard, and has not yet reached the Wizard level.

The apprentice waziri Jordan rushed into the chamber where his master Viktor and fellow black waziri Andre sat at a wooden table, studying an ancient parchment. “Master, he’s alive!” Jordan exclaimed breathlessly. The two waziri looked up at the excited young apprentice. “Calm down,” Viktor admonished him. “A wizard should not allow himself to become so emotional.” Jordan nodded and took several deep breaths, calming himself. “I’m sorry, Master,” he said when he had collected himself. “Now, who is alive?” Viktor asked. “The stable hand we sacrificed to the zombies last night. He has returned from the dead without any help from our magic.”

According to the NPC, adventurers who started favouring his restaurant after the downfall of Baron Claude donated the monster loot in exchange for meal discounts. As the fairy trap continued to work efficiently, Zen found himself growing bored. His role was to hide in the bushes, ready to assist Damian if the machine malfunctioned. Zen had added holy water to the fairy cakes as a secret ingredient, a precaution he hadn't shared with Damian. Even if the dispel talisman failed, the fairies would still be freed from the miasma’s influence.

the announcer complemented him. “And last but not least, the lone wolf himself, Vandrad Stanier!” Some people in the audience began howling like wolves. “They call him the lone wolf, the self-taught mage from the sacred mountains of the south,” Vandrad moved forward and gave the crowd two quick waves of his hand before stepping back into line. "Lorth had never seen a wizard as powerful as himself, let alone one who was self-taught. You can all see his leather grimoire and Red ruby, indicating that he has attained a level of mastery that only a few people achieve, and not to mention that he has accomplished all of this at such a young age and without the assistance of a master Lorth mage, so

I will be the winner and I will be gladly waiting to see them swallow down this butter pill called failure. I just look at him and do not say anything. After he finishes ranting, He glides towards his library. I leave him there and hasten to go summon Poseidon. We have to strategies. This wizard is crazed by the need for power and revenge. He will need to be contained before he starts a genocide. I sigh deeply and teleport myself to the spring in the heart of the wizard realm.

The only person he considered family was killed in front of him. "If you let me live, I will tell you the real truth about your mother," Adam pleaded, but Warren wasn't having any of that. He made one swift movement and with that, he ended Adam Parker's life. The story of the man known as the Dark Wizard, who annihilated the cultivators of the Firea Continent, was brought to an abrupt end. His head flew up in the air and landed with a loud thud.

Unknown Location ‘Eva may be the mirror’s chosen, but he was the one who made it.’ The candle’s flame does not flicker, even though the wind howls outside the stone walls. The tower stands tall and still, hidden in a forgotten fold of the world where time runs sideways and memory lingers like dust on every surface. The White Wizard sits cross-legged within a ring of runes, hand-carved over centuries into the floor’s cold stone. His breath is slow. Steady. His fingers hover just above the crystal pool in front of him. The surface begins to stir.

The maid already heightened into more than seven feet and her teeth had grown sharper and numerous Alden dipped his hand into his inner shirt pocket, he brought out a bottle with a glowing yellow substance in it and poured it into the extract mixture " This will do" "Get back" King Durham instructed Scarlet. Alden opened the dungeon metal gate and immediately the maid ran out, ready to snap the neck of anyone her hands could grab. Alden was the closest to her and he was her first target

Judging by the lusty moans of pleasure coming from the couple a bomb could've hit the house and they'd still be too lost in sex to notice. When Camille couldn't stand the smell of their mingled scents any longer, she slipped quietly back the way she had come, with the burning need for revenge branded into her mind. Coldwater was tipped over Valenar, waking him from his drug-induced slumber, and it took the wizard a moment to realize his hands were cuffed with a familiar set of crystal manacles. 'The sorcerer's bracelets' he thought, panicking. With them on he was completely cut off from his magic, which was ironic, considering he was one of the twelve wizards to create the infernal things.