The Wizard Of Oz Novels & Stories

I haven't been to my hometown in years, my family and I are here! —And how did you end up here? — Ágata spoke — I was looking for the same thing you are looking for!! Valuable jewelry!! The most valuable!! — Why did you give up? — Igor raised an eyebrow. — You will find out with your own eyes!! — Broom commented. — We are looking for the Lambizar village!!! — Wizard village. Broom raised an eyebrow. - Where it is? — Igor asked — You will have to go to the forest, walking east. — Broom stated, but looked the cat up and down, with a suspicious look.

It would make it clear that they didn’t believe in me at all. I watched on as he headed into the house, but I stayed on the edge of the woods. There was nothing they could do to get me to willingly go through that door. I needed the safety of open spaces. I heard a rustling behind me and turned, ready to flee. Brodie strolled out of the trees as though he didn’t have a care in the world. “One of these days you are going to have to explain how you shift into an animal that’s naked but shift back and are dressed again. It’s been melting my brain trying to work it out.” “Some sort of spell. In the olden days, we used to have a few witches living amongst the pack. They did different spells and o

"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.

As the sun began to set, Agnes and Baba Tunde sat by a crackling fire outside his humble abode. The flames danced merrily, and the air was filled with the sweet scent of burning herbs. Agnes looked expectantly at the wise witch doctor, eager to hear the tale of the first student he had taught magic.

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.

He glances in the direction of the two boys who just took off and hisses, “Idiots. Andy needs to get looked at too.” “I didn’t throw him in on purpose,” I meet Quill’s blue gaze, and I see it soften. “I know.” His voice turns hard almost instantly. “We should let the counselors know about this. Let’s head back.” As we begin the trek back, I’m unusually subdued. My mind is racing with possibilities. What just happened? It couldn’t be real, right? This healing speed was almost supernatural! I shudder. Everything about this place is weird. “Have you ever heard of piranhas in streams?” I ask, slowly.

Suddenly remembering the task to do, Ronal called the boy over and asked: "Oh yes, is there anyone in your place named Kenlm Oswald?" “Kenln Oswald…” The boy mused for a moment, “Haven't you guys met? It's the old man you guys asked about. He is Kenlm Oswald, here people call him Mr Os because he is a sorcerer…”

Lucas quickly deflected the lightning. He swirled to know where the lighting blast came from. His gaze was quickly drawn to a pale-looking man dressed in a black flowing robe. He has a bald head and his eyes were red-looking. His mustache was white and was about 10inches. Luxo quickly ran towards Lucas for safety. “Master!” he called out. “Who is he?” Ann enquired with curiosity. “That’s the Grand Wizard of Ouxs." The pale-looking man has been causing havoc in the Unknown Land. Almost all creatures in the Unknown Land are terrified when they see him.

from The Wizard of OZ. And while the lyrics couldn’t be heard clearly, they played in my head as I hummed. ‘Ding-dong, the Witch is dead! Which old Witch? The shitty Witch! Ding-dong, the shitty Witch is dead! Wake up, you sleepy head, rub your eyes, get out of bed! Wake up, the shitty Witch is dead! She’s gone where the goblins go below, below, below, yo ho! Let’s open up and sing and ring the bells out! Ding-dong! The merry-o sing it high, sing it low! Let them know the shitty Witch is dead!’

well, I don’t need to tell you, do I? “I don’t know why you’re showing off to whoever this is,” I said. “Have you never seen the Wizard of Oz? It’s probably some guy with a megaphone hiding behind a rock. How powerful do you think he is if he lives in a hole in the ground with a bunch of skeletons to keep him company? Someone with a bus pass has more going for him. And since when did you become a hero, you pompous ass. I’m the one always saving you!”