Novel & Cerita The First Wizarding War

“It says the covenant renewal spell needs the king’s blood directly from his heart, but the covenant-breaking spell needs both the blood of the king from his heart and… and the dark bender's blood, also from his heart.” “That's crazy, that is totally insane. We are both going to die!” Their furious stomps echoed throughout the forest, sounding like a huge landslide. Their shrieks shook leaves off their branches and their feet dug out the solid underneath them as they ran. Further south a blaring yell of a battle horn sounded. The three turned their attention towards the sound and saw the army of undead knights trampling over the miniature hill, from afar they looked like dolls, but their tor

We had to prepare for the attack. For the impending war that was approaching. The war is coming. Leonel left. I knew it from the first moment I was myself again. I knew it with the same certainty that I knew we were in big trouble. We didn’t even have time to process everything that had happened. As soon as I regained mobility in my body, Hunter started barking orders left and right. The problem when facing witches is that magic could defend them and they can attack us without even flinching. For that reason, we had to be much more vigilant. The werewolves were strong and fast, but we were no match for the warlocks.

Her eyes conveyed she wanted to speak. "Thank you all for joinging us for our ceremonial Worthy Wars", my father announced, standing to get everyone's attention. "This evening will be the preambular ball. In the morning our future Alphas will start training for the first test at the end of the week", he explained.

“Oh, but you butturedly have; you simply haven’t been aware.” The second thing that you learned in the House of Heights was that mages were real and the sorcereses’ enemy. Like the werewolves, we’ve been locked in a war with them for centuries. As far as I could tell, supernaturals have mostly taken sides in a tangled web of wars, allegiances, and alliances. If you found yourself on the losing side, then you suffered. Like the werewolves. Mischief drew up his knees, encircling them with his delicate hands. “I’m not the fool you appear to take me for.”

He put his hand on my hair and gently stroked it twice. Conflicting emotions overwhelmed me as I looked at the corpse of Bennet. I just wanted to prevent him from triggering a war in the wizarding world. I never thought he would have such a miserable end. Bennet had always been the most powerful wizard in my eyes. He was unparallelled in the wizarding world. I thought it would take much more to kill him. I didn't know if I should feel happy or sad right now. Now that the war had been stopped, the entire wizarding world would live in peace for a while. However, I did not feel the happiness I expected.

I still don’t have a lot of information on the Great War except that the shifter packs rallied against witches and that the witches fought back so I don’t really have an answer to that. "They stole a child from the Bewaarders,” Damon tells me. “They stole the Phoenix while it was still an infant. They stole it and they raised it. When the Great War began the Phoenix was just a child. However, what the order failed to realize was that after a certain point in its growth, the Phoenix begins to recall its past. They used the infant to destroy their enemies and get the upper hand. The only reason they never managed to win was because as the war reached its climax, the Phenix had grown considerab

Thus, it was useless, foolish even, to continue to mourn what could have been while the ‘spawns from hell’ forged ahead with their plans to annihilate humans, witches and wizards alike. No matter how much one prepares for battle, the possibility of death and loss can never be ruled out. Not when it concerned a war of such magnitude. The Great War led to the deaths of several ancient witches and wizards. Were it not for Evanora, the demons would have been successful in taking over the entire world. However, this victory came at a steep cost.

Rowan sits across from me, legs crossed, silver mug steaming. Rowan: “The First Wizard is expecting surrender. The crown is whole. The treaty says it gets sealed away, heir or no heir.” I lean back, twin tails draped over the armrest, pink Vans kicking idly. Celeste (quiet, dangerous): “I’m not even 17 yet. I’m not laying down on some table and letting them cut my heart out to lock it away in a box. If the First Wizard thinks that’s why I’m coming, he’s gonna have a rude awakening.”

Her hands couldn’t lift. The battle began. General charged forward, his claws tearing into one wizard, sending his body flying. His movements were swift, almost impossible for the naked eye to follow. He spun and slashed two others with a cross kick and a powerful claw strike. But the wizards were no ordinary foes. They shouted, summoning power from within the spell circle, and dark magic began to flood the forest. General kept fighting—biting, slashing, clawing. But attacks came from all directions. A burst of energy struck his back, setting his fur ablaze. He roared, but did not retreat. Another claw tore into the waist of a wizard who was casting suffocating smoke magic.

"You are abnormal." The wizard screamed in shock. "What's your definition of normal?" Giselle asked inching towards the wizard who walked backwards. "You are a coward. You fear what you don't know." Giselle hissed as she lunged towards the wizard in full speed. The wizard snapped out, regaining his composure and stood ready to face the wolf. He opened his palm and a purple smoke ball hovered above it and with the snap of his finger, numerous purple balls of smoke disintegrated from the one smoke ball and were shot in high speed towards Giselle which she dodged gracefully.