The Great Wizard Novels & Stories

♱ •⋅ 1750 B.C. ⋅• ♱ •⋅ Calisto ⋅• ♱ Azrael had had a great week dealing with all the problems, which were found in the third territory and yet - we had no idea how we will solve much. "Resources and wizards were sent," the fallen man said as he leaned his face in one hand, sitting on the couch with a haggard expression "frankly, if we work harder, we won’t even have time to breathe."

Living amongst the people for the last two hundred years he watched them evolve,but one thing was still the same,'money equalled power. Although he was a gifted wizzard,he could not manifest money and now he was low on precious money. He didn't want to go back into the ways of tricking people into giving him money. Although he knew that hypothetically, he was tricking Gregory for double of what he had initially asked. He often thought about it but always decided against it. He would have only used his magic when needed. As he stayed amongst the human beings,day by day his magic would start to fade and Oz knew that oneday when that happens,he would finally settle down,age and die like one of

This persona was indeed widespread that almost all fledgling aspirant wizards idolized him and copied his ways in their first few eras of their existence. That was of course until a time would come, as it always did, that they too, sprouted wings behind their backs to soar high into the sky and make a path of their own to stride upon. What was fortunate was that no matter what reality a cultivator was birthed from, the practice of going against heaven's will pretty much dictated that one finds their own path into the endless principles of the Grand Dao. And above the rest, the Ancient Wizard was indeed the greatest villain in all of them. An existence that spearheaded the direction of every

I ignored her. "Dra...gon?" I furrowed my eyebrows. "Dragon?" I gasped in realization. Of all the people I know back in the Magical world, Sage is the only one that could control a dragon. He had gone deep into the forbidden black magic to be entrusted with the power to control dragons. I looked up and saw another maid run in. The lady kept looking backwards as she run in. I watched her bump into a couch. "Careful." I half yelled but it was too late. She had fallen down but her fall didn't stop her. She shifted backwards continuously as she stared at the door.

If the subject of his attention was a beauty instead of the old man, Audrey wondered if he would pounce towards that direction. “Can you be more calm and collected please?” Audrey frowned. Allan had such unusual tastes… Allan lightly slapped Audrey’s head. “You know nothing! Do you know who that old man on the stage is? He is the dean of the Iridos and also the most powerful magus in the entire continent. The only known wizard who has attained the highest level of Violet Realm!” Late stage of Violet Realm? It had been some time since Audrey arrived at that world. Even though she still lacked in general knowledge, she was no stranger to that term.

Upon thinking about this, he returned to his sense. "Ahem." seeing the weird expression on everyone's face, he coughed and restored to his domineering posture. he handed over the warrant paper to Avery and ordered him in an authoritative voice, "Destroy it." "Yes, your highness." Avery was also feeling weird seeing his master's weird actions before, but he kept his calmness outward as nothing weird happened at all. He followed his master's order and burned the search warrant letter with a magic spell. Azalias knitted his eyebrows. He dearly wanted to use magic. But he couldn't use it, yet his servant was able to.

Lucien brings his gaze back to look at Olga. She jumps her shoulders, "It is what we have to keep hiding. We shouldn't—" "We could help them, dammit. Shit..." he curses under his breath. "What is going on here?" Olga widens her eyes when she realises whom the voice belonged to. He was a tall, great wizard who knew a thousand more spells than her. He was so powerful, easily being able to yield spells which could destroy an entire continent in one shot.

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.

“If I had my choice, I’d keep you as my mistress and hide you, but no matter. Where I’m sending you, Adan will never find you.” Laura jerked her head toward me. “You have your prize now. Give me what you promised—control over all the covens.” My head snapped toward Fletcher, my eyes wide. “You’re a witch?” He casually lifted one shoulder. “It’s actually called a wizard, but yes.” He laughed, motioning around him with his arm. “Actually, I’m the Grand Wizard and all of the covens on the east coast of America.” “But I thought Willow was the Witch Supreme!” I scoffed, shaking my head. Now, it all made sense. “You control the covens and the Witch Supremes of the covens answer to you.”

We were directed to following and being escorted by several guards toward Gildre, who as I learnt along the way, was the King’s personal Wizard. He was in the nearby building, which was great because I was honestly getting a little exhausted from walking everywhere. That’s when the knights said that he resided at the top of a swirling staircase. Maybe there really was a curse trying to kill me. At the top of the stairs was a large room, filled with books and brewing potions of various colors. It was gloriously bright from the open windows. In the middle of the chaos was a desk, where a man, perhaps around forty years of age, sat reading as we interrupted. He stood upon seeing the guards with