Steampunk Wizard Novels & Stories

"Schattendieb Wächter, to yours!" said the Erdlinge rubrus, too surprised to ask any questions at the moment. It was when the silence that followed had already been there, a dwarf reigned, strangely, well that he did not expect. Wherever this wizard went, it would be very far away. Even though they were both uncomfortable in that he added. "I'm about to run out of tea, but I've made more, so please come and drink it with me, tell me about yourself." He said, a little clumsy, perhaps, but the intention was good.

Stephen said, gazing at his men like a proud father. "How?" I blurted out. I couldn't help it. I wanted to know how the hell he managed such a feat. "Oh yes. I must thank Gregory for it. He was the one who told me that the Enchantra powder suppresses the powers of mages and may do the same for you. From then, I have been trying it out on different potions. At first, it suppressed the wolves and the men ended up dying. But then, I mixed a little wizard blood and the men started getting powers and here we are," he said, practically glowing with pride.

I said to her softly, then she put her head back down on my shoulder. Mysterious Woman “You know for the one assigned to end me you sure are a heavy sleeper,” The Wizard whispered to the quiet space of my room. “I woke up the second you put a foot on the top step,” I sleepily replied to him. I didn’t fall asleep because there were too many people in the house. “Oh, you have sensors,” he asked me. “No. I just know when someone is creeping up on me,” I replied sleepily and turned towards him. “Are you here for your payment,” I asked him as I slid the covers off my body. I heard his breath catch as he caught sight of what I was sleeping in. I was unsure what his real intentions were, but I knew

The neon sign above the door flickered with an eerie, buzzing sound, casting an unsteady glow on the cracked sidewalk. As I opened the creaking door and stepped inside, the musty scent of old belongings enveloped her. Rows of dusty Ilves lined with pawned items stretched out before me, each telling a story of someone's desperation. The pawnbroker, a weathered man with tired eyes, looked up from his newspaper as the bell above the door chimed.

He ended up taking one whose cover had caught his attention, purple velvet, which seemed to be Ruvyn's favourite colour. He laid down on the bed again and opened the book, it was about the most famous wizards who lived, those who made history. Like Nostradamus who used to make predictions or Rasputin who was a famous healing wizard, who used his sorcery to treat the Tsar and his wife, many times, without forgetting Nicolas Flamel who was the alchemist to succeed, in creating the philosophers stone, and the elixir of life in the 17th century. All those strange people he read about in his fantasy books like Harry Potter existed also in their world and they were somehow related to his new frien

“Listen to me, boy. You won’t bring justice by charging into the lion’s den bare-chested. If you go now, you’ll be another corpse they forget.” James glared at him. “Then what? What do I do, wait until they wipe out what’s left of my people?” “No,” the wizard said. “You become the weapon they never see coming.” He turned and motioned for James to follow. Inside the wizard’s cottage, the air thickened with the scent of old parchment, bitter herbs, and something faintly metallic. The wizard walked to a large stone basin and began chanting in an ancient tongue. He tossed in dried herbs, crushed bone powder, and a vial of dark liquid that sizzled as it hit the hot water.

"You're a..." "Yes, a dime of a dozen. I'm a wizard. Mr. K.V. is a friend of mine and I was asked to make sure you get to his castle safely. Safely you shall arrive at his castle." His fingers caressed my back and touched my spine softly before he separated from me. "I think I'll go enjoy the punch bowl," he yawned out and started to leave me as quickly as he came. I stood there started by him for a minute. It's a rare treat to meet a wizard...

Emma shrugged, though she had an idea that it had something to do with a pretty little blond named Stevie in his art class. "I guess I better get the paperwork over to the youth league, then," Steve said. "Go brush your teeth," Emma told the boys as she gathered up their cereal bowls. One of the construction workers stuck his head through the plastic that still covered the entrance into her studio, an apologetic smile on his lips. Emma held up her coffee cup and he nodded before backing away. "I'll be home early," Steve said to her back as she poured four mugs of coffee. She glanced over her shoulder and nodded. "Do you want help?"

They can only do things like make a little fire, fix a broken glass, or something not very substantial. However, in my case I cannot do any of that. I tried many times to do something out of mage paper but I just couldn't. Only ten percent of the population in Eravia can't perform even a simple sorcery out of mage paper—the most basic sorcery that a pure blooded mage can do, and I'm part of it. Fortunately, through years of practice, I've learned how to dance in the water's surface, a dancing trick Mistress Ursula had taught me. Well, at least I finally got something I can do as a mage, right?

••• "Many years have passed. Each second drifts off leaving a scar in my heart. Well…I guess you were right, Charon, his realm is bigger than expected. His days are closing in and they bring with him darkness! "He always has a name for his pets and 'our' Amethyst has hers engraved in her heart." Wendell, who was swaying on the rocking chair huffed with a smirk while his mind was occupied by his silenced thoughts. He closed his eyes under the big, round spectacles and allowed the soothing rhythm of the rocking chair to carry his detached soul back in time when he was on his journey to becoming the "greatest wizard". His mind obeyed and made a display of a certain bitter memory. Slowly but sur