The Wizard Of Oz Novels & Stories

(Anita) A Wizard is a respected profession in Fantasma, everyone all over the world respected wizards to their core, and by the common knowledge that everyone in central continent knows, is that only those with noble blood can easily become a wizard, and for any of the wizard that is come from the commoners ranks. They had to be born with unparallel talent to become a competent and recognized wizard. In short only the elites can become a Wizard, for a commoners and a farmer girl, like Anita and Jana, that is basically a pipe dream.

"And who is Koschei?" "You will learn all about the Sorcerer Czar another time," the owl said. "Now you must enter the World Beyond with me and save Princess Vasilisa."

The wizards' children hide in the forest again. The triplets went back to the magicians' mansion and searched for clues, they found photo albums and a diary of the eldest daughter of the magicians! They were a girl of twelve and a boy of five. They were magicians as powerful as their parents. The little ones were raised strictly in the cruel tradition of Jo's wizards, but they weren't bad. As their parents could no longer take care for them, the two little witches flee to the forest in their garden and live there independently. They were intelligent and powerful. If they wanted anything, they just used a spell and got it like cookies and chocolate chips.

Anton asked. “I am the wizard of oz; don’t you know you have come to the land of oz?” Freya said. “That’s a movie, not real,” Anton said with a frown. “It is too real. For I am the wizard. I should know,” Freya said. “Mommy, is someone behind the curtain?” Anton asked. “NO. There is no one behind the curtain,” Freya said again. “Mommy, can you open the curtain?” Anton requested.

sleep. I’m out before my phone even hits the nightstand. Somewhere far above the valley, in a place that exists between one blink and the next, Rowan Vale steps sideways through a mirror that isn’t there. He reappears in the obsidian hall of the Monastery, coffee finally cold, jacket smelling faintly of geothermal steam and 1920s gin. The First Wizard “One” waits beneath the starlight ceiling. One (voice like galaxies colliding): “Report.”

I heard the sound of someone suck in a breath, the direction pointing towards Aunt Aurelia. Father's fingers stilled above the dark wood, the temperature dropping lower now. “The…Sage?” Father said the words slowly, the corner of his lips firming. My lips parted, eyes drifting between Father and Rhain. It was a terrible idea, the Sage was rumored to be the oldest wolven, his mind having left him in his old age. He was nothing more than a husk that had air going through it. “It is the only way.” Rhain insisted when Father discarded the idea.

But instead of old stories from my grandmother’s life, the pages were scrawled with strange symbols and sketches—shorthand in her handwriting explaining the purpose of different runes and sigils. Flipping through the pages, there were sketches of wolves, and the last page that she’d written in had a detailed rendition of a nightmarish wolf-beast that made my blood run cold at the sight of it, it’s eyes smudged over with charcoal in the shape of a protective rune. My heart raced when I realized what I was holding. This was no ordinary journal, it was a spell book.

As a result, the tree was shattered, and there was no way to save it, even if a single sorcerer levitated one of the shattered branches and stuck it straight into the ogre's mouth. That was when he choked, it was his first time, then he died seriously, then a second wizard appeared and came forward defending the place, when he looked for a fraction of a second, then he limped away. Nobody believed that they were really turning the tide, that none of the different factions would have a chance on their own. If they had chosen to scatter, they would have been chased into the forest, or shot down by all those circling birds. But when were they all together? This was something completely differen

“The man that is helping Gilliam claims to be this legendary character. He claims to be Soxor.” A murmur went through the group. I looked at Sybil and saw that she and Rydel were hanging on my every word. Their expressions were serious, showing me that they believed me. I took comfort in that. “I have trained in every settlement that remains, with witches and wizards that are older and more powerful than anyone in this room,” I pressed. I looked around at the elders. The anger that was on their faces was shifting into concern. “I have never faced a wizard as powerful as the man that is claiming to be Soxor. The dark magic that he wields is unnatural. It is a miracle that it hasn’t consumed h

"For you to go to my territory. "You are not a monster" I said because I felt it... I have the ability to know if a creature is a monster based on their energy. It only failed with that girl because I couldn't feel any energy coming from her. "That's true because I'm a Mage— a sorcerer," the old man replied, who was pulled back by my soldiers. Because people are more afraid of witches. The mage has the power like a god... but has the heart of a demon. I immediately pointed the blade of my weapon at the old mage "Then it's not our god you worship..." I shouted then quickly attacked but someone blocked my sword... the girl with orange eyes, like a lightning flaming weapon suddenly appeared in