Tanaka The Wizard Novels & Stories

Alpha Throwing his glass across the room he watches it shatter onto the floor with the liquid running into the wall with a frown on his face. He's thinking how in the hell did I get associated with a bunch of useless people that can't do anything without messing up? It was a simple job, a very simple job, kill the witches, get rid of their bodies, and everyone will be happy but no that wasn't the case, instead, they mess up at every turn when it comes to this mission.

Additionally, Taurus asks, Sultan shook his head; he was nervous. "I-I’m not..." he stammered, "How can I be a traitor?" His sweats were visible. "The young lady is just mistaken," "Right, young miss?" he questioned. Emily clasps both her arms above the table, looking at Sultan sharply. "Do you mean... Am I lying? What if I told you that the King was just giving me hints? "That the alpha knows about the traitor?" she scoffed sardonically.

Making my back arch until my shoulders flattened against the table. Next to me the tipped candle caught the cloth afire. Blooming into an orange flame as he entered me. It spread wildly and I tossed my head to look at it. Panting nervously. “Don’t worry about that.” He waved a dismissive hand and the fire doused as if a bucket had been thrown on it. The black hole in the tablecloth smoking haplessly. Warlock magic. I yelped and clawed at the tablecloth. He growled low in his throat and stroked deeply into me. Withdrawing until only the heavy tip lingered inside. Then he eased back in. Embedding deeply again and making me gasp from the foreign feeling of being pushed open.

Alpha Rick I was trying to understand why Teddy and Jen would want an official meeting to talk to me until I spoke to Marcus. I understand what he is saying and the concern he has, but the way he went about it, that was wrong. We don't know much about the Oracle or how the powers they possess work. I need to do research so that I can understand the situation better before I make a ruling in favor of one party or the other. As I wait for my daughter to arrive, I mind link my wife to join us. I watch as my beautiful wife walks to our bench and takes a seat.

Things he thought the wizard he was coming to see might need. The castle was as ancient as time itself. Steeped within its basement was a wizard over a hundred years old. His name was Mellor, and he suffered from a painful arthritis, and osteoporosis. Of course he didn't know the names of these things. He only knew that with each day that passed, a part of his worn out body died a little bit more. Titan made his way downwards. The old man was physically blind, but he could see better than most people with healthy eyes. "Titan Black," he called out when Titan was still metres away. "Well, this is an unexpected surprise,"

A heavy and hoarse voice disturbed Marra's ears. "Ah, I'm fine. Sorry for nudging you. I was in a hurry." Marra stepped aside, but for a moment, she stopped and turned her head to watch the back of a black T-shirt that was roomy enough to hold. Its arms and neck, covered with tattoos, began to move away, disappearing among the crowd of visitors. "I feel like I've seen him before. Is this deja vu?" Marra nodded, and she continued to walk towards the other stairs. ***

Tancorix stayed back in the dim forest, seated on fallen logs, but let herself be seen many times by the multitude. “It’s good to be seen by them all, but in small numbers. Let their wonder wrap about their minds.” Tancorix heard and understood the words of Weaver, her wizardess of the wood. She read wisdom in her words, but made a curious observation over the diminutive assistant to Weaver, Ragala, and wondered if the elder was wise enough in her ways to comprehend the younger lass wanted her elder’s place. Then again, Tancorix mused, that was the natural order of the wood.

"Blood fire. One of the succubus tribes’ specialties." the goddess mused for a while but got bored as easily as she was ensorcelled by the unusual find. "You seem to be very interested in this broken piece of wreckage." the goddess said softly to no one in particular. But the one who she'd intended those words heard them clearly no matter how far and deeply hidden it wished to conceal from the prying eyes of this nameless woman. "Well met, Senior! I am Janus Tancred, a servant of the Ancient Wizard." an old man materialized beside a prostrating woman and saluted justly towards the much stronger being before him.

“Yes, in the whole nations of witches, sorcerers, wizards and all there is only three people who own it, the historian, the clan of deities and Gerald Kastor. ” “Gerald Kastor is dead.” Rune answered, everyone in their world knew him, he was the only wizard who could take up anyone from the clan of deities in a challenge and win. “Yes, he is my father and the book was left in my mother’s care.” Danica replied, Rune turned and walked towards them, she folded her hands, Danica turned her back to Rune who snapped and the it unzipped itself, under the scary looking tattoo, there was it, the complex tattoo of a Kastor, it can’t be faked, Rune snapped again and the zipper closed up.

Jackson rushed up from behind Hana and grabbed the neck of Namio Rankle, "I warned you, it looks like you won't let my words get in your eyes, Namio Rankle," Namio laughed hysterically, despite Jackson's hand clenching tighter. At that moment, Hana felt Namio's neck crack at any moment, but in the blink of an eye, what Jackson held in his hand was just a broken flower. Namio Rankle, on the other hand, sat on the top of a tall tree in front of them. It is the wizarding world's swapping; it is said that as long as there is a charm. None of the werewolf's spells could injure it. Hana understood why Namio could be so arrogant. "Just a dump man," Namio's voice echoed. "See you, Hana."