The Wizard Of The Kremlin の小説・ストーリー

The wizards and the magicians were exchanging blows with each other. “It looks like the magicians and the wizards are planning to remain at the camp base.” Ryuzaki accurately read the room. Ryuzaki was one of the people who had relics with him. His relic's name was the power of persuasion. It was the power where he could command people on his whim to a certain extent. However, it would only work for someone weaker than him. “Kneel down!” He used up the highest volume, screaming like he had a speaker toward the enemy.

He had never met a witch even once in his life… until now. “Sriwijaya Witch.” Rob spat forward in disgust. Within a few meters, the male witch stopped and cocked his head quietly. He exclaimed in a clear and emotionless voice, “You are allowed to turn around and discourage yourself from going wherever you are going now.” Rob took a step forward. “Since when did this street belong to you, traitor?” The witch smiled crookedly. “Since The Cursed and Wolvire gave me orders to stop you.” Saga and Justin gasped when they heard the word wolvire mentioned.

“Prestoria fired its royal wizard because he was using his magic for evil. He was doing it behind their back and they had no idea until a worried parent complained her child was missing. Together they searched for her child to find her hypnotized by the wizard. “She won the award for the most beautiful girl in the world two years ago and he took her away. He was evil and cruel. They did not only fire him but they also kept him in a magic-proof dungeon. I heard Prestoria was looking for a wizard to hire and that was my chance. “I went there and they hired me but I gave them a condition. I wanted them to provide me with a powerful spell that would make it impossible for even the most powerful

The sky was dark save for the moon that hung low in the sky it casts a strange glow over the kingdom. Inside the palace, the tension was real. It was the kind of tension that shook even the strongest of men. It was the usual Fortnight ceremony where the wizard takes a look into the future of the kingdom. The king and his subjects watched as he performed his rituals, making strange sounds and incantations. The wizard's screams echoed through the huge hall, a sound that would haunt the memories of those who heard it for years to come. "Doom! Doom is coming!" he cried, his voice trembling with fear. "A werewolf will bring ruin to us all!"

the man shouted loudly, bracing his feet against the wall of teeth. Kendrick exhaled deeply, closed his mouth, and pulled him away a moment as he asked in a world-weary tone, "All right...let's hear it." The young man steadied his breath, swallowing hard as he spoke to his would-be predator, "I-I am a wizard." A look of skepticism crossed Kendrick's face. "I've got a potion that I have created that you would want. And if you promise not to eat me I'll give you this potion." The man explained quickly.

Fortunately, she has the power to made him to be in cage. Four hundred years ago, The wizard and the confessors, then, engaged in a war for the Institution heir Post. It was so sad and a big slap at the mother confessor's face, when the wizard killed all male confessors. Then, she made a curse upon it: that, “Every male confessor given birth to must be killed they are useless to the Universe”.

The werewolf’s voice echoed ominously. The wizard clutched the key to the seal in his trembling hands replied. "Yes, it is I who freed you, risking my life," he said, slowly lifting his head to meet the man's piercing blue eyes. "And since I freed you, Ryker Wraithe... then you must—" Before he could finish, the wizard’s head was cleanly severed from his body, falling to the ground with a sickening thud.

The apprentice waziri Jordan rushed into the chamber where his master Viktor and fellow black waziri Andre sat at a wooden table, studying an ancient parchment. “Master, he’s alive!” Jordan exclaimed breathlessly. The two waziri looked up at the excited young apprentice. “Calm down,” Viktor admonished him. “A wizard should not allow himself to become so emotional.” Jordan nodded and took several deep breaths, calming himself. “I’m sorry, Master,” he said when he had collected himself. “Now, who is alive?” Viktor asked. “The stable hand we sacrificed to the zombies last night. He has returned from the dead without any help from our magic.”

Now, I stood in a hidden fortress surrounded by the very enemies of my people. Life had a funny way of spinning out of control. At the heart of the platform stood the wizard, his silver robes trailing like a ghostly wake. He surveyed the crowd, his voice echoing with an authority that demanded attention. “My followers.” Instant silence washed over the room. No one dared to breathe or break the spell he cast with his mere presence. “For years, we have lurked in the shadows,” he proclaimed, his gaze sweeping like a searchlight. “We’ve watched as wolves seized dominion over lands that never belonged to them. We’ve witnessed their Alpha bloodlines grow arrogantly untouchable.”

I will be the winner and I will be gladly waiting to see them swallow down this butter pill called failure. I just look at him and do not say anything. After he finishes ranting, He glides towards his library. I leave him there and hasten to go summon Poseidon. We have to strategies. This wizard is crazed by the need for power and revenge. He will need to be contained before he starts a genocide. I sigh deeply and teleport myself to the spring in the heart of the wizard realm.