Steampunk Wizard Novels & Stories

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

He remembered a trick his mother had shown him when he was but a young lad; she would always give him a blank sheet of paper at dinner, saying she had written a secret message which was mean for him alone to read, and she will always instruct him that when he gets up to his room he should set the paper above a flame and the ink will reveal the message to him. He decided to pull this trick in this particular situation, with the blank page he found from the book. He picked up the book, a candle he found inside one of the drawers in the room and a lighter which he used to light up the candle. After lighting up the candle, he tore out the page from the book and set it above the flame, slowly the

“Stop asking me. Just do as you’re told, or I’ll have child services at your house before you can get home tonight.” I really hope the Guardians never find out about this and if they do, I hope they never find out it was me that helped her. They are powerful allies but even more powerful as enemies. I stir the contents of my cauldron. Cliché, but there it is. It works great with the humans, they love this shit and willingly give over their money. I finish the spell, pour the contents into a bottle and stopper it for her. I give her the instructions on what she needs to do.

' I rolled my eyes at her. Wearing smaller shoes was painful, but I didn't want to admit it to Coco.I casually waved my hand, gesturing for her to leave.Then, I went into the study where the walls were covered with oil paintings.I moved the innermost oil painting and saw a groove on the wall. Inside was a wooden cabinet.I slid the key to unlock it and took out a tube that contained black liquid. It was the magic potion that I had specially bought from a wizard at an exorbitant price before leaving the pack.

But enough. Kaelric’s voice cracked through the corridor like thunder. “You have two minutes to identify yourself. Or else.” “That won’t be necessary, prince.” The wizard's voice was calm, too calm. “He can’t hide in darkness.” He raised both arms. His lips moved fast. Ancient words spilled out like venom. “Radahnus enrako benetera! Radahnus enrako benetera…” My gaze darted to the sconces. No. He was summoning the flames back.

Eallric, though, focused on something else through the gaping hole that had been made bigger with the persistent strikes from the three-headed monsters. It was the green light he was looking at just that although it was green, it was no light. It was the eyes of the wizard he'd seen that day on Haunted Hart and this time, he wasn't alone, he'd come with a team of some sort. He was with Cwena Engow!? Who came off the Wizard's broom with a lot of difficulty, then Eallric's own adopted child whom he'd ordered to stay home, Gerey Wysalt, who came off the hovering broom, too.

Then, clad in fuzzy blue bedroom slippers with pom-poms on the toes, baggy jeans, red belt, and braless, she waited. The sorceress took up the mortar and pestle. In went the deadly nightshade, the wild elephant's ear, the bladderwort, and the stinking smut. Blobs of mercury slid over the powdered herbs as she had carefully poured it from the vail while covering her nose and mouth with her feathered sleeve.

From behind the red curtains of the center stage, a grand wizard appeared. The man was gaunt with sunken eyes that were compounded like a fly, his mouth a thin lipless slit in his head. He had no noticeable ears or nose, and his skin was a corpse-like gray. I didn't have to see his hands to know that they were three-figured instead of five and had thin wing-like membranes attached to the wrist to allow him to glide. The wizard saddled up close to the edge, the sound of many chitinous feet clacking under the long hem of his robes. Waiting for his orders.

Because he had his feuds only with the vampires, and he was well aware of their existence. In the meantime, the dark sky gave chilly winds, and an ominous aura had spread throughout the woods. The thunder roared in the sky all of a sudden, the clouds covering the moon completely. The portal between the vampire world and the human world opened up in the Bellmor jungle, and a caramel-haired man stepped into the human world with an evil smirk plastered on his face. All the animals in the Bellmor jungle started to run away from him, sensing his strong presence. “I am here to acquire the potion myself since my dear brother seems to have gone astray,” mumbled Phil Insworthe.