Steampunk Wizard Novels & Stories

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“Of course I know who you are. And I know why you’ve come.” A shrill whistle cut through the tension. The Wizard rose, robes whispering against the stone as he crossed to the hearth and lifted a battered kettle from its hook. The steam coiled into the air, mingling with the scent of herbs and magic. Without a word, he poured the amber liquid into four delicate cups, the china etched with runes that shimmered faintly in the firelight. “You seek answers,” he said, handing each of us a cup, his gnarled fingers brushing mine briefly—sending a shiver down my spine. “And I am the only one who can give them.”

The Wizard was beyond shocked because those words just passed through his ears and he didn’t gather them in his head while a hand grasp his throat again. “Majesty,” the wizard quaked with fear as he could see his death. He slapped Gabriel’s hand to free himself, but to no avail. “Tell me the rest,” remonstrated Gabriel, increasing the pressure on the wizard’s throat. He hated unfinished business. “Werewolves! a large pack!” the foam came out, and the man fell to the ground with his little life.

The shadows seemed to dance around him, emphasizing the twisted contours of his expression. "Your king, Liam, seeks knowledge, seeks power," he continued, his words weaving a tapestry of mystique. "And in this pursuit, he has inadvertently unleashed forces that defy mortal comprehension." I tightened my grip on the torch, trying to maintain composure. The wizard's words resonated with a cryptic weight, leaving me both intrigued and apprehensive. The wizard's eerie laughter reverberated in the dimly lit chamber as I staggered backward, my grip faltering, and the torch clattering to the ground.

Upon hearing Christine's request, he agreed without hesitation. The attacking pirates were no match for a 15th level wizard, but Master Adalet Morningstar was still cautious and cast the protective spells 'Wizard's Armour', 'Shield', 'Protective Arrows' and 'Stone Skin' on himself. Christine, on the other hand, used a scroll to cast 'Wizard's Armour' and 'Arrows of Protection' on herself as well. Master Adalet Morningstar cast a level 5 'Group Flight' spell to make them both fly in the air, then grabbed Christine's arm and cast a level 5 'Teleportation' spell, instantly appearing over the construction site of the Wizards' Tower.

This wizard claimed to the outside world that his name was Grey Leopold and that he was just an ordinary apprentice wizard, but his real identity was the Lord of the Magic Tower, who had just escaped from the tower. In the book, he confessed his identity to the princess and also told her something that seemed unimportant at the time, but is very important to me now. Although powerful wizards live long lives and may appear to be in their twenties, they have actually been locked in a tower for hundreds of years. When he first regained his freedom, he had a hard time adjusting to the outside world and did many ridiculous things. He even slept on the streets for a while, and even applied for a j

Miles and miles away on the other side of the mountain The old wolf, Rael, knew he was not alone anymore. His nose didn’t work like it used to, neither his eyes but his senses did, and he could feel it in the air. The electricity, the stillness of it. His human, Varian, is almost too weak to think from starvation. At the edge of a desolate clearing stood a crooked figure draped in tattered robes, the wizard of dubious repute known as Malakar. Of course, they did not know he was a wizard, but they could tell he was some sort of powerful.

(Anita) A Wizard is a respected profession in Fantasma, everyone all over the world respected wizards to their core, and by the common knowledge that everyone in central continent knows, is that only those with noble blood can easily become a wizard, and for any of the wizard that is come from the commoners ranks. They had to be born with unparallel talent to become a competent and recognized wizard. In short only the elites can become a Wizard, for a commoners and a farmer girl, like Anita and Jana, that is basically a pipe dream.

"Right! It was easy for us to move stealthily. It was definitely odd. The infected will sense anyone up close." As we made our way through the town, leaving the others behind, we came to the only tavern present in this place. Its name made us shocked as we had memories of it. The Great Wizard, a tavern that was in the kingdom where we truly came from. We looked at each other then went in. The door was different from what we remember. A peasant is playing a recorder rather badly; she is clearly in need of more practice.

With a sweep of his sword, the skeletons went into a million pieces. "What are you?" the wizard appeared from the darkness of the surrounding wall. He lifted up his arms; a large wooden staff shaped as a dragon, appeared in his hand. Albin rolled. The wizard casted a fireball, Albin made a shield with his hand. The fireball went in the opposite direction. The wizard moved, Albin casted a fireball. The wizard was slow to react. He fell to the floor. Albin walked forward, lifter his sword and with all his strength drew it through the wizard's chest. The tip of the sword went through the floor.