The First Wizarding War Novels & Stories

PROLOGUE Living a double standard of life is always very difficult for wizards, and it becomes even more difficult when half of the magical world has already been destroyed by the evil dragons and the leftover kingdoms were living under the sword of getting conquered. In this deadly situation. Marcus and Mars who were also the victims of the attack survived since the age of 10. Their father, King Richard was declared dead when people saw him falling down the abyss and didn’t return even after 15 years and

He glanced over to the first man his eyes filled with lust as he looked over the girl. “She’s drugged but she’s still there.” The new voice said excitedly, he wanted her to be aware of what was going on. “Don’t even try it Jeffery. I have first dibs. I found her, she’s mine first. You get seconds. Frank can have thirds.” The first man growled, Levi could hear his anger as he stomped toward them. “Fine, fine.” Jeffery groaned as he moved back away from her, he put his hands up defensively looking at him. He didn't want to fight. He just wanted a turn.

"But death isn't the end. Not for our kind. Not for you." "What do you want?" "I want to warn you." His smile faded. "You think the war is over. You think Liesel was the enemy. You think the Council will leave you alone now." "Won't they?" "No." He reached out and touched my face. His hand was cold. "The Council is the enemy, Elif. They've always been the enemy. They killed me. They used Liesel. They've been manipulating everything—and everyone—for centuries." "Why?" "Because the First Wolf's power is the only thing that can stop them. And they'll do anything to make sure it never wakes up."

That infamous sorcerer is probably under the control of every major family by now. The Bloodmoon War happened more than thirty years ago. It all began with an age-old rivalry between werewolves and sorcerers, and the ambition of some sorcerers to expand their power. My grandfather, in the prime of his life, lost his life during that war. At the same time, my father, the Northern Duke, Duke George, along with others, earned their reputations for their bravery during the war. "Well, some of it does seem to be true," Orion said. "Would you like to hear the full story behind it?"

he whispered, his voice grave. “What did you see, Elder Magnus?” I asked, my heart pounding with anticipation. His words were measured and heavy with sorrow. “I saw death, Agnes. I saw destruction and the end of the sacred order of witches. The path of war leads to darkness, and there is no victory to be found.” I felt a chill run down my spine as his words settled over me. It was a bleak and haunting vision, one that filled me with dread. The consequences of our actions, the choice to go to war, weighed heavily on my shoulders.

"It was taken off the essence of thriving worlds. Jaden, in his obsession to create a whole new level in his craft, especially bought off worlds and experimented with them until its untimely end." "Its might?" "We shall know soon enough, won't we?" "Jaden Silva has always stayed behind the war lines and has shared his expertise using only his craft and creations." "I heard that he was once a fiery bloke in the past? When he was wooing the hand of Juliet Silva." "Now we shall see if he truly has a sense to battle someone vastly superior that he is." "BOOM!" The first detonation was heard by all that marked the beginning of the war between a wizard smith and the man everyone only knew of as Ma

They may have lost a lot of comrades, but they stand on the winning side. They unsealed the spell. They are great when it comes to close combat, but it will be hard for them during the start of the war. The Prince of the Werewolves is the one who brings the victory. He used his fang to chop it off. The Wizard is indeed strong, but once they are in close combat, the table will turn itself. In order to win, they must organize a well-prepared strategy, but they are outweighed by the knowledge of Werewolves' Prince.

I chewed on that thought, my hand at my chin, both baffled and frustrated by Sylvia’s words. Did this mean werewolves and wizards had once been at war? If so, why was there no official record? And if werewolves were magical beings like wizards, why had magic been banned in Hescor?

"Wolves, vampires, fae, witches, and dragons—each species ruled its own domain. But peace is a fragile thing, and the Great War changed everything." I leaned forward, listening intently. I knew nothing of what she was talking about, not even a little bit. "The war started when the vampire king, Alaric the Ruthless, attempted to enslave the lesser supernatural races. The werewolves, led by Alpha King Eldric Moonbane, fought back, igniting a war that lasted a century. It ended only when the supernatural council was formed, dividing the territories and enforcing strict laws to prevent another war." I quickly jotted down notes, feeling overwhelmed. The other students seemed unbothered, some even

He looked old and if he was a wizard it meant he was at least double the age he looked to be. We shifted back and I stood naked in front of the wizard. ”Give us the girl, she who is half the child of darkness and half the abomination of your kind. Give us the girl and we will be resilient, give us the girl and you might get to live. Refuse to do as asked, and we will wreak havoc upon your pack and your people and we will not stop until every last one of you is dead!” I looked at James who was still in his wolf form. He and Alex were baring their teeth, snarling at the wizard.