The Wizard Of The Kremlin Novels & Stories

“I didn't see what I'm actually wishing to see. I was only shown my mom, who encountered rogues and was saved by a man who held something like a wand. Moreover, he seemed to have said some incantations, seeing how the rogue wolves all fell to their death.” Alana and Denver both took sharp glances at one another, which was confusing to me. “Is there something I'm missing, perhaps ?” “Did you just say you saw a man with a wand who said some incantations and the rogues ended up dead on the floor?” Alana asked. “Yes.” “Then, could it be the great wizard of all time, Lord Badmos?” “I think so. He's the only great Wizard who uses a wand. No one could defeat him, not even the vampires. Though he di

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”.

“I’m not sure. It took a considerable amount of magical effort to shrink the logs.” I bite back a sigh as I’m reminded of what Aldrich said earlier. The ruler has to be the most powerful witch or wizard, and I'm unable to perform even the simplest acts of magic. I wonder how nobody has questioned the rules in all the thousands of years they have been enforced. Perhaps we have done it for so long that we accepted them as the absolute truth. It is not surprising that when Werewolves arrived in Altair, they rebelled. No wonder they think the laws need to be updated.

I nodded, but was still swallowing the choking fear that punched me right in the guts the moment I’d entered the room, because holy shit, this was actually happening. There was the wolf he’d called a Cleric—dark haired, dark eyes, broad shoulders, and a gaze that seemed to see everything, and approve of little. There was Ghere, standing behind Casimir, also in a new suit, though nothing as fine as the King’s. And there were several other wolves milling around near the door where we’d been brought in here, to be witnesses, Ghere had said. No women. No females at all. My knees felt like they might give.

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.

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.