The Wizarding World Novels & Stories

Zoe’s point of view: At Jack’s request, I began to learn about Bennet in the wizarding world. I have attended many gatherings and parties organised by wizards to dig up more information. Wizards and witches did not like to stay with vampires and werewolves, and they could not be discovered by humans. They therefore always lived in small groups or alone, scattered throughout the world. "Hi,Zoe, how are you? I miss you so much. Give me a French kiss." The person who had spoken was a dirty wizard. He was a peddler and earned money by selling low-quality aphrodisiacs.

George's POV: Hazelwood is a magical place, full of mystery and wonder. It's a place where witches and werewolves coexist in harmony, and where the natural world is revered and respected. The equinox is a particularly special time in Hazelwood, as it marks the changing of the seasons and the balance between light and dark. The witches of Hazelwood are a diverse group, with different personalities and abilities. Some are healers, while others specialize in divination or elemental magic. But despite their differences, they all share a deep connection to the earth and the natural world.

You can be too, if you just stay with me until the end and listen very, very carefully. In the year 3012, in the reality of Earth 61235, more commonly called as the Majikku Reality, or simply the Magical World, it was rumored that the Dark-Cored wizards have started attacking again. There has been a century of peace in the realm people have become lenient and relaxed. However, eveeything changed when Light-Cored Wizards and Witches started dying.

“I met your mother, Thelma. She is neither a witch nor of magic kind from what I sensed. If she is, she hides it very well. I am not sure about your father, though. You are a pure-blooded witch. The raven tells me that you aren’t an ordinary witch either…And that power…I have never seen such power residing in a single witch. Do you know if perhaps your father was a wizard?” My father, a wizard? What, from the wizarding world of Harry Potter? I shake my head at the thought. Although my father died when I was young, the memories of him are still very vivid in my mind. I don’t remember him chanting and mixing herbs or dancing in circles singing ‘kumbaya.’

I walk across the room to grab my coat from the rack and slide into it, exiting through the window and delving into the moonless sky in a mist. The wizards and witches keep their affairs discreet and do not mingle with ordinary citizens. That’s why they choose unsuspicious places like forests and valleys to construct their abode. I step out of the shadow, distinguishing my presence from the cover of the trees and shrubbery as the mist disperses to present my human form before the ancient giant tree in front of me. The security detail consists of sand golems that run a tremor beneath the ground after detecting my presence. I watch in leisure, the sandy field beneath the giant and twisted root

Amidst the flickering candlelight in her grand chamber, Constantine stood before a gathering of her fellow witches. The room was charged with an atmosphere of palpable tension, and the air seemed to thicken as she began to speak. "Witches of our coven," Constantine's voice rang out, commanding the attention of all who were present. Her eyes, gleaming with a newfound darkness, surveyed the assembly. "As your Supreme Sorcerer, I stand before you with grave news. A prophecy, one of ancient origins, threatens our existence."

A loud noise startled them. The fire suddenly stopped raging, leaving them in silence. They looked behind them to find their saviors, but they had returned. Pawn Clara let out a sigh of relief. She knew Bishop Eloise was worried about her, but at least they were safe now. They couldn't fly in the air because they saw Rook Theia had landed. It was the city of silver lakes, the city where everything happened, the center of the world. It was where wizards came from to practice their arts and crafts, which were all spells and magic.

" Or there may be a spell to hide it. “You can,” Octavius said, nodding vehemently. He snapped his fingers, and his neck, as if preparing to enter a fighting ring." There are several types of wizards and witches in our world. The best are druids, they connect with nature. The wisest are shamans, and also have a great power coming from the earth. But there is the bad side, and those who tarnish the human stories and legends about witches as a whole, who are the supreme sorcerers, and these, your majesty, are the biggest causers of problems in our world. They have an arsenal of incredible magic. They don't need a Grimoire of Shadows to remember the spells and rituals, they ARE the very Grimoir

One stupid woman even said she would willingly give herself to him and make babies with him if he just gave her a glance. I also found out that he was the infamous Morgan Wright, the CEO of Wright Corporation and the heir to the Wright Empire. Before my uncle finished making his call, the whispers around me had already given me a vague impression of the handsome man, and I had also come to the conclusion; he was an arrogant jerk.