Tanaka The Wizard Novels & Stories

She was flustered after talking to Kabir. "Why do I feel this way?" She whispered quietly. Yara barely heard her above the loud music. "How do you feel?" Yara questioned but got no reply, Minahil was busy looking at Waniya and Ahmed who were standing some feet apart from them. *** Waniya was wearing a black and white bandana top with a blue ripped jeans. Her belly was pierced and she was wearing a silver colored piercing. Her hair cascaded down her sides in thick curls. Eyes embellished with thick eyeliner and intoxicated from the alcohol she was drinking. Her smooth, curvy figure was aligning perfectly with Ahmed's chiseled body who was standing behind her with one hand wrapped under her bo

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Venn turned to Lily and whispered, "That tornado wasn't yours to make, Lily." Lily nodded, she knew she didn't have the talent to do such a thing. And Amity turned to her master again, her eyes filled with worry. Because a person who created such a large tornado from the sky must have a tremendous amount of power. In this whole wolf kingdom, it could only be him and the wolf king – Elias' father. "Unexpected, right?" Douglas looked at Elias sarcastically at his shock. Lily pointed to the sky, stammering, “ Have… you made it?”

“Are you insane or just really stupid? What had gotten into you? Why did you do that? Have you not thought about the possible consequences of your action? God, Titania! Are you trying to get yourself killed by the werewolves out there?!” Ethan couldn’t stop himself from raising his voice at her. His heart would still race every time he would think that Titania was getting attacked by several numbers of werewolves, ripping her body into tiny pieces while devouring her internal organs. Titania just rolled her eyes while folding her arms across her chest. “To answer all your questions, sir… first of all, I am not an idiot and I am sane, not insane.” “Second, I just want to help. I told you alre

Just when I thought I was winning, Xavier pushed me back harder till I landed on the ground heating my head. Nyx winced in pain blood sizzling down. *You think you are strong huh?” His voice was loud in my head. I growled as his claws scratched my fur. Nyx snared in pain trying to fight back but his grip was tight. “You are no Enigma… Once an Omega always an Omega, don’t you ever forget that.” His canines sunk into my throat, Nyx howling in pain as everything started fading. "Sage..." I whispered as though I could feel him but couldn’t tell.

CHAPTER 42 Homeward Monday, June 9, 2028 – 11:11 a.m. (Shambhala local) We leave the way we arrived: unannounced, overpowered, and way too pleased with ourselves. The First Wizard “One” meets us at the jade runway with thirteen Candles lined up behind him like repentant kids caught sneaking cookies. He bows (deeper this time). One (voice softer than colliding stars now): “The treaty is rewritten.

Agnes looked expectantly at the wise witch doctor, eager to hear the tale of the first student he had taught magic. Baba Tunde chuckled softly, a glint of amusement in his eyes as he reminisced about the past. “Ah, the first student I ever taught magic was quite a character,” he began with a warm smile. “His name was Juma, and he was a young man with a mischievous spirit and boundless curiosity.” Agnes leaned in closer, intrigued to hear the story of Juma.

"I am humbled to be here, your faithful still remain loyal despite these trying times." "We have chosen not to follow those false rulers and the vile magic they practice from the Witch!" "The witch?" Elena asks skeptically. "Who is that?" The hood falls to reveal a boy no more than sixteen with bright green eyes that held his well of servitude underneath. "I'm Tanner sir." He says with a wobbly bow. "And I belong with me you and the resistance!" "Tanner." I say my voice still hoarse from the exhaustion and pain,"Who is the witch?"

They were a completely dead, matte black, their bodies surrounded by a thin, swirling cloud of real, physical Soul-Eater mist that seemed to swallow the light from the neon signs behind them. They didn't draw blades, and they didn't shift into wolves. They raised their hands, and the black mist in the alley began to solidify into long, jagged needles of solid glass that were pointed directly at Laila’s chest. Ren Tanaka drew a short, curved steel sword from beneath his bomber jacket, his gold eyes burning with a sudden, wild energy. He told Laila that the greeting committee had arrived, and they didn't bring any noodles.

"Uhm, can I have your ticket?" Kane raised a brow, amusement flickering in his blue eyes. "Ticket?" he repeated, his voice deep, teasing. The redhead—Mona, according to her name tag—bit down on her plump lower lip, her gaze darting everywhere except at him. "Sorry, it's just... you look familiar." That made him chuckle. Oh, really? He tilted his head slightly, his gaze flickering to the large poster plastered beside her booth—a giant picture of himself, fists raised, the underground champion.