Steampunk Wizard Novels & Stories

"I also felt it earlier, but when I wanted to investigate it. The figure has already left and left no trace at all. Even my abilities can't detect where it went!" A conversation that probably not everyone will understand. It all started 5 years ago when Edward and Harry were kidnapped. They experience things that are very sadistic and torture that make Edward's power and his unknown identity appear out of nowhere. Edward is a vampire, a spiritual being who is often considered a myth. While Harry is a Siren, a kind of living creature that lives in the depths of the water in Middle Earth. All of this seemed unbelievable to both of them. But this is real. And what always makes them wonder is ab

On the way the fairy asked '' why do you want to learn alchemy ? '' To save my lover she has died '' he replied coldly . '' Such a romantic guy you are , i will show you around let's go '' she said taking his hand . She took him to the guild where there are many people wizards , werewolfs , fairies and magicians . '' Now we have arrived to the wizard guild where you can meet many people there and make new comrades '' she said taking him in there . When he went in everyone was looking at him .

Their names vanished from the records almost overnight. I had hated his uncle for holding the place that should have been mine. That hatred had been simple and sharp. Yet when I first heard the stories about Levante, fear settled in its place. He was not someone I could defeat alone. A young child who could reshape an entire kingdom in less than half a decade? I could no longer feel the same certainty I had once felt toward his uncle. That was why, five years ago, I brought Wizard Ivan into my service. He was an expert in dark magic. He understood exactly what could be done and what should be left untouched. I placed my trust in his knowledge because I needed an edge that no ordinary force c

The ombre yawned and sank into a dark green velvet chair that looked extremely comfortable: "First, I didn't rush to the Burning Zone to buy it myself. Second, this is a trophy, so I don't spend a dime on it aside from the money for sharpening the shape. Third, you don't need to pay extra, but I need some potion that - I know - the Noldorasga are experts at manipulating. Don't you agree?" He silently watched the ghoul with an appearance like not to give a damn sitting in front of him. With the amount of gold selling Dragon-Blood wood, he could have hired every potion master to work for him. Eden knew that even if his family had ever been one of the most famous experts in the field, that woul

His presence commanded attention, radiating an aura of wisdom and mastery over the mystical arts. Tall and slender, the wizard possessed an air of quiet authority that seemed to emanate from every pore. His eyes, a mesmerizing shade of deep indigo, sparkled with an otherworldly brilliance, as if containing the secrets of countless universes. They glinted with an ever-present curiosity, forever seeking knowledge and enlightenment.

No one would be paying much mind to a rotting old house in the south-side of the city. The stench of rot burned my nose as I trudged my way down to the basement, the floorboards whining with every step I took. Before my candle even lit my path, I could hear his deep, aching groans. “Gods, what took you so long?” he moaned. “I’ve been stabbed. I need medical attention!” “Stabbed?” I asked, more curious than outraged. “By who?” “The girl,” said the wizard. “Send me out of Orheroad. I used magic to stop the bleeding, but you must send me out of this place. I’m needed back at the Divine Spirit as quickly as possible.

He stepped forward, fire bowl in both hands—cedar, sweetgrass, lake water at midnight. Grandma Mary stood beside him in full Caddo regalia, silver hair braided with hawk bells that didn’t ring. “Celeste Valentina Morau,” Remy said, voice carrying without a mic. “Seras Himari Nakamura.” He nodded to each of us. “The lake chose two wizards tonight. The pack accepts.” Every bike revved once—eleven engines, one heartbeat. The mist tightened the circle until it touched our ankles like a living thing. Grandma Mary lifted the fire bowl.

Joyce exclaimed in fraustration as she knew how much of a risk taker her mate was. "We don't know what he is up to but we can only pray that it doesn't cause any effect on him" Valerie stated as they watched the wizard approaching the streams. Once the wizard arrived at the stream, he looked at the creature who was coming for him in much fierce way than he was before. "I am Crane, the last wizard of the ancient order and I will make sure that you are sent out of this world just like other demons would be sent out" the wizard stated. He brought out his staff and threw it at the river side and spread out his arms with his eyes closed, began to make some chants. The sky began to rumble and sudd

I did as instructed but not too much; I wanted to know what he was doing. “Unless you want to lose part of your hair, step back,” he warned. “Nope, not this properly treated scalp,” I said to myself as I took two steps backward. “More…” I took three more steps backward. “A little bit more…” I moved without counting this time. “One more…” “Arghhh!” I groaned. “Good girl.” There was a whooshing sound and the whole dungeon became hotter. “Let the flames that melt the silver’s heart burn bright and true, a wizard’s art!” I heard him say after he muttered some jargon.

The warrior on the left fastened rune cuffs to the wizard’s wrists; a small speck of white light pierced the darkness, then faded. “Hold him!” Tavien commanded. The wizard spat, his eyes sharpening toward me. “Little Luna, too bold,” he hissed. “Do you think fire can consume fire?” “The fire I speak of is not yours,” I replied flatly. “And you were not invited.” He chuckled—short, dismissive. “You will still come to my candles.” Tavien didn’t give him a chance for a second sentence. One clean, measured blow. The wizard’s jaw snapped; his body swayed then collapsed, unconscious. Silence fell, quickly.