The Wizard Of The Kremlin Novels & Stories

it can never happen" Conner said as he tried to wake Zackarya up. "Hey f**ker get up." He had tears in his eyes as Zackarya wasn't breathing at all. Conner's hands were shivering as Kaz crawled over to him too to wake him up but he was gone."We can give you time to mourn for him. I am very generous." Bennet said looking at them with a contended heart."He still needs another stroke to die properly. He is one of the strongest alphas of this era." The red eyes wizard raised his hand but they all stood up like a shield in front of Zackarya. He was their beloved King and even Kaz who couldn't even stand properly turned into his world to deal with them."You...hurt my Zackarya" Amairah looked at t

She feels so secure in his arms, and whatever his identity is doesn't matter anymore. ***** Ibrahil looks at Andrea lovingly while she's asleep. This woman doesn't have an idea how she makes him crazy. This morning when he woke up without Andrea in the villa, that is when he realizes that he loves this woman more than anything. He went around like crazy finding her. When he suddenly felt a strange energy near. He directly went to that place where he can sense it. It was Mabrugo, the king of Tamawo. The most powerful king amongst other Encantado's. It was his being a half Dalaketnon half tamawo that made him that powerful.

Cyrus stared at me "you had a vision concerning what was going to happen today" I nodded " I had, but I didn't know it will happen today, if I had known, I would have avoided seeing it," "It's good that you saw it," Cyrus said and snapped his finger, a book appeared on the bed beside me. I gaped "you just, made this appear, that's awesome, you have magic" "I am a wizard, but I am not better than Vincent, I have killed countless people Riley, and I don't regret that," he said "everyone has their hidden skeleton Riley, and I am sure you do too"

I asked, seeking clarification. “She already told you that he had to be removed from the school for not following directions. Dakota Buzzard seems to think he is the strongest mage ever to exist, which to him translates as he should be the one in charge. Unfortunately, he inherited a streak of evil from his great-grandfather, and putting him in charge of anything would be bad, not only for mages but for humans as well. He doesn’t seem to care about whether or not there’s a demarcation between the human world and mages. For thousands of years, mages and shifters have agreed that humans only need to know about us when it directly affects them, like many of the humans who live here in Whisperi

Megumi's eyes smiles as she points at something that looks like a mirror maze, she smiled at me and said, "Let's go there!" Smiling at me like that is a foul play Megumi, how can I say no now? Of course I can't so I grabbed her hands and lead her there. The students greeted us and said, "Welcome to our class's Wonderland. If you manage to find the tunnel's end withing 15 minutes, you get a prize of okonomiyaki, a japanese vegetable pancake. So are you in?" I dropped some bills on the entrance and entered with Megumi. Inside was quite dark and filled with mirrors making it quite confusing and scary but Megumi actually seems to enjoy it just when she was about to bumped into a mirror, I pulled

He struggled to resist the stop, his vitality draining away, darkness obscuring every corner of his vision. HeVox was a nightmare. This time he was standing in front of a large, black altar. Strange characters appeared everywhere. Above your head, a horned wizard floats in a large glowing disc, defying gravity with his magical powers. When Ragnar saw him floating. A beam of light passed through the wizard's clawed hand, but he made no threatening gesture. Ragnar raised his weapon but did not attack because he wanted to see what would happen. "What can my master give for your soul?" asked the wizard in a voice mixed with magic. 'What do you want? Think and it will be yours.''

My temper was flared and I raised my hand up, striking the soldiers with my most dangerous spell and watching them shrink into nothing. Kaidon proceed to sit on the throne and the wizard pulls out the crown of the pack and walked to the throne and carefully placed it on his head. "Alpha Kaidon is your true Alpha. If there is anyone who dares to question his authority will die." The Wizard warned the council The door opened and one of the soldiers walked into the room. "We have a serious problem on our hand. Alpha Rudolph and thousands of Blood Moon soldiers are coming." He announced.

The little boy kneels at Zayn’s feet, facing the young woman I assume is his mother, and bows his head like an execution is something he was prepared for. “Zayn,” I mouth, terrified, my voice refusing to work. His name cracks over my tongue. I might be imagining the way his eyes twinkle with emotion before they darken to murderous intent once again. “Please.” He turns back to the throne and the rows below, ignoring the numerous, disfigured bodies and body parts strewn across the tiles. The Grand Wizard fumes, fury shining bright behind his dark eyes as he grips his staff–the head of which is an odd orb of some kind that whispers a deep, dark blue kind of magic. “You are not welcome here, hyb

I turn down a few corridors and enter Victor's office, where he has a disgusted look on his face. "Shit..." Victor said quietly, holding a tablet. "What's wrong?" I asked, my expression turning serious. "There seems to be an internal war going on in the kingdom of the Wizards," Victor explained. "Shit!" I spoke up. The Kingdom of the Wizards is a complicated situation, they've been in a Cold War for several years, maybe three decades, but it's intensified recently. This affects us because we have a peace treaty with them, but that could change. Vampire blood is an excellent conductor of magic, since the first vampires were created by 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.