Novel & Cerita The Wizards Butler

Charles was supposed to be king and stop their reign of terror but he was struggling. He needed something that wouldn’t just stop them but keep them gone for good. The wizards were powerful but they weren’t the smartest as a little boy discovered after challenging the wizards to find a ball in a cup. It was a simple game but it was all the boy knew. If he won the wizards would return his dog, if they won the boy would leave his town forever. The wizards lost and never understood the boy's trickery for the ball was never under the cup.

Charles. The pictures before me showed that the victims only had bite marks. Which looked like the butler's own, but they didn't look as skinny as the butler. The butler is really dry to her bones, but others looked like they were bitten, and they just died just like that. “So probably we are dealing with something worse than the people from the west side.” He said, and I sighed. “Most of them cast spells to make them hidden and stuff. They sometimes act like witches, but I am certain there has to be something more to this particular predator.” He added, and I sighed.

"My father said…" The leader of the Wizards stood tall, his pale face tilted upward with arrogance, as though the world itself were beneath his feet. His voice echoed with a tone that sliced through the tension in the air, sharp and unsettling. "Witches are the hunters of Wolves and Vampires. The most thrilling moment of a wizard’s life is to make a stew from their blood… and drink them." He chuckled, a slow, rotten sound that sent a ripple of discomfort across our group. His sunken eyes scanned us, predatory and gleaming with amusement.

They do their best to avoid the red-hair witch but when she calls you must obey. The driver suddenly stood in the door looking at them. He just nods his head before he left as silently as he came. Words once spoken between these walls can never be taken back. The two sisters briefly looked at each other sighing with relief. Both knew for the moment their secret hope was safe. “Amelia…” the creepy butler stood looking broodingly at her with his usual unholy glint in his eyes. He was in both sister’s opinion the truest minion of the witch.

Something… responding. And then I felt it, a presence. It was coming from everywhere, not outside. The wizard noticed my reaction and followed my gaze toward the far wall. “Ah,” he murmured. My voice dropped. “What is that?” He tilted his head slightly. “I told you I’ve had followers for years.” A pause..“But I never said you knew all of them.” The wall behind him shimmered faintly, three strong men stepped out from the wall. Deep within me I knew this wizard was dangerous. I knew once I stepped in, there was no going back. But Adrien and Celeste needed to be taught a lesson.

What they face was not the weak and helpless ant-like cultivator as they had expected but the wrath of the grim reaper in a black butler tuxedo wielding a rapier. “Sir, I’m afraid you’re in the wrong and at the wrong time. Might I suggest you evacuate out of here at once? Otherwise, I’ll need to forcefully remove you from this world.” The butler in the black tuxedo said toward the invaders in a British accent. The invaders look at each other before some of them rush at the Butler and get turned into thousands of slices of meat cubes as they fall to the ground that was littered with their blood, innards, and organs.

That old witch was bent on ruining him, simply because he had refused her offer of tea. "So you're the social call." The wizard Lord eyes him. "What are you here for?" "I need you to help fight a witch. I...can we go in and talk about this? Please." He was beyond desperate at this point. "No, I'm not helping anyone. My kingdom will not help you. You can leave." The wizard king didn't wait to see his response before walking away, followed by his second in command who didn't really understand what the beef between these two rulers was.

he said, bowing his head respectfully. I took a step, but then paused and looked at the butler. “Advisor?” I asked. The butler looked a little sheepish. “The witch. Belinda, I believe her name is.” I arched a brow. “She’s not his advisor.” “Recently appointed,” the butler corrected.

Easton noted, but Sally only smiled before taking a sip. “I’ve been waiting for you to ask about it. Dante Azeali, the wizard of the Left Green Wood,” Sally said, and Aurora nodded. “He was the nicest, kindest, and most charming of all men to ever grace the surface of the earth—the one-of-a-kind wizard the coven had ever seen.” Aurora raised a brow at her in surprise and confusion. “What the fuck is she saying?” Easton blurted, earning a scowl from Aurora.

He clasped his hands together excitedly and added; "Oh, but we should be off before your friends realise you have company. This is so exciting! Time to rush, rush." His smile disappeared, and the look of pure evil covered his face again. I did not know what he was thinking, but I knew it was nothing good. I have heard of him. He was famous for his cruelty. He was the famous Wizard Cornelius. The wizard no one wanted to be in the clutches of. He was known for his power and brutal way of doing anything and everything. I could feel the barrier tightening around my body. It became much too tight. It felt like it was suffocating me. My body jurked in response, but that only caused the invisible