The Great Wizard Novels & Stories

I replied. "Come on, let's hear it" said Finral, one of my mates. He was Chinese and very tall. Most of the other guys grumbled in agreement as well. "First of all, I would like to apologise for failing you guys at the... realm. I don't know what happened" I started. "George the second. His sword contains a numbing gel. The moment he cuts you with it. It will slowly make you loose all cognitive function. I knew you were done for the moment he cut you" said Matilda, she was a cute girl with glasses.

Margaret’s point of view- A witch is one who can get sick, whereas wolves never do. If I get sick, I lose my power. Several years ago, that was the case. Once I turned one hundred years old, I stopped counting my age in years. I was hiding at the time from the grand wizard, an extraordinarily evil man. He even helped Marcus take over the Western kingdom of wolf packs. It was Dreyfus, the grand wizard, who taught Marcus how to sell his soul to the devil.

His presence commanded respect, and the crowd fell into a hushed silence, awaiting his words. “My fellow witches,” Elder Magnus began, his voice deep and resonant, echoing through the hall. “Today, we gather to witness the crowning of a new Supreme Sorcerer. It is a momentous occasion, one that marks the continuation of our ancient lineage, the passing of power from one generation to the next.” The witches, gathered in the hall, leaned forward in rapt attention. This was a day they had all been waiting for, a day that would shape the destiny of their coven.

"They broke the rules. T h o s e... w i z a r d s... h a s... g i v e n... s a c r i f i c e... o f... a n... i n n o c e n t... a n d... g a v e... h i m... t h e... i m m o r t a l i t y... s p e l l. He is an immortal now and you can think what powers he has. He is going to destroy this world."

“The master of the oaks is called Drust, sir. It has to be him for this region.” August and Malitus stared at him. The General asked, “How would you come by such information?” “Yes, how?” August demanded. His eyes not rising to meet theirs, Rufus stated, “Every one of my kindred knows of the master of the oaks this far north, the Pict great wizard as you would call him. Drust, the eternal.” Porcius cackled loud at that and many were disturbed by his drunken giggles, but Quintus’ look grew angry at Rufus. “Eternal? You don’t say?”

Dead already. He waved a flat hand and huts levelled. Crushing in on themselves. Like deflating haystacks. I'd never seen anyone so terrifyingly powerful. What is he? My body was shaking, and I was so afraid he’d see me that I was shaking trying not to bump the tree I hid behind or the dense shrubbery at my back. Just stay here. Don’t move. But I’d never been so terrified… *** I'd heard whispers, we all had, that King Detry kept a guild of mages in the castle. Led by the man he only referred to as his warlord and Warlord's second, Hawk. A man also known for his vicious ruthlessness.

Shhh—” Keep your voice down Harry, I'm sure there's been a lot of mysterious figures stalking us lately! Harry just nodded, and it didn't take long. Kirey came with tea already served on the table. The girl sat next to Harry with a frown on her face. Harry kept quiet, about who they were and the truth about it. They could only ask Travold alone. Although he did not know anything about the man, he could only hope that the man could come on time. And give them an explanation that can answer the questions that are in their heads. "Why are you guys so quiet? Are you guys telepathic right now?" Kirey interrupted the two living beings who were with her. She is very upset if ignored. Especially by

Panic and fear coursed through her veins before she realized who it was - Pelenore, the Great Wizard. Startled at first, Myra quickly composed herself and bowed slightly, showing respect to the powerful figure before her. "Great Wizard," she greeted him, her voice trembling with a mix of awe and trepidation. Pelenore acknowledged her with a nod and a faint smile. "Myra, my dear, I apologize for startling you," he said, his voice resonating with a hint of weariness. "But time is short, and we must be quick about it." Myra's curiosity piqued. "What must be done, Great Wizard?" she asked, her voice a mere whisper.

Her voice drops to a strained murmur. Something slippery and uneasy squirms in the pit of my stomach. “I don’t understand.” “They were tricked.” Her eyes meet mine in the haze of match smoke. “That’s really it.” I look at the mural with a sigh. “How?” “All I know is that any witch who trusts a wizard is disillusioned. They are not our allies.” “Are you talking about Zayn right now, Stella?” “I am being honest, Fallon,” she replies sharply, her voice woven with silent warning. “The Grand Wizard is so powerful. More powerful than I think you realize. He’s elementally charged. He draws his magic from the islands and our sacred waters.”

He parts from yet another rough kiss, the nasty, annoying smirk appearing on his lips. "Jealous much?" "Fuck you..." Suddenly, the howling crowd went silent. There was an incredible shift in the air, I couldn't pin point the feeling but it hit at the back of my neck. A response to threat, is such a reaction. Turning around, I see the wizard, looking old yet with jet black hair and tight skin, wearing sunglasses in the dimness of his own house, was him. Charles Glen, the Wizard.