Thunderous Wizards Novels & Stories

The sky darkened, clouds gathering above us as the storm began to take shape. “Morgana,” I said, my voice laced with fury and determination, “This ends now.” The moment the words left my lips, the storm broke. A massive surge of magic exploded from me, a tornado of light and energy that collided with Morgana’s dark magic. The air crackled with power, and the sky split open with a blinding flash of lightning. Thunder roared above us, and the winds howled like a wild anal. Tanimalsund shook, splitting open as if the earth itself was being torn apart.

Who is going to know? KILLER: That’s awesome. Chris is going there next week as well. Going to help out the newbies. Maybe I can go with and see you there. I’m not usually for breaking rules but that rule is ridiculous. No chance Hailstorm wants to join….? HAILSTORM: Mm… lemme think – seeing a bunch of wolves in the icy cold while you two cuddle up with your mates, sorry girls. That’s a no from me KILLER: The boys will be so busy there will be no time to cuddle Hailstorm, so it will just be us

A dark energy emanated from the rods and the air around Azreon cackled with lightning. Azreon's eyes narrowed as he shifted his gaze from his sister to the approaching wizards. "You all are making a mistake following Zora," he said, his voice steady despite the impending danger before him. "If she comes out of that portal, nobody will be safe. You all will die along with everyone--" A dark surge of energy suddenly shot out of the staffs each wizard was holding, cutting Azreon short before he could finish speaking. Seeing the incoming blast, Azreon quickly raised his hands before him, creating a white barrier that blocked the attack.

he continued, his eyes burning with a fierce intensity. "That's why we cannot allow such a thing to happen," he concluded. After that, his majestic throne disappeared with him. Ara's mouth was open as wide as the revelation. She couldn't believe what she was hearing. The wizards were trying to awaken an evil being? And they needed the dragon's core and the golden sword to do it? She felt a chill run down her spine as she realized the gravity of the situation. She knew that she had to stop the wizards, no matter what it took.

declared the Warlock God, Zythorath. Suddenly, the weather changed; thunder roared and lightning crackled across the sky above them. A bolt of lightning struck the secret chamber where they were conversing. Everything in the room began shaking and falling to the ground, but Zephyr managed to escape the lightning strike that burned everything around him. "What just happened?" Zephyr murmured in disbelief, his frantic eyes surveying the devastation unfolding around them. "You fool!" the warlock God, Zythorath, growled, his eyes burning red with fury. "Why didn't you tell me that they were true mates?"

Grace defended. No one had considered the probability of the great wizard of Ozaralty’s rebirth to be Mckenny Golden. “Mckenny walked into the throne room, so easily without the guidance of anyone. 4 thrones stood 3 identical and one for the wizard. he brushed his hands over the seat so tenderly. He knew everywhere too well a thousand memories flowing in all at once. He tries closing his eyes but nothing takes the inflow away.

Zion takes off running while growling, “Shut up.” I had no idea which direction we were going, or how we suddenly ran across a magic shield. I started hearing fighting and smelling the metallic smell of blood. I told Zion, “I think we found where the help is needed. I can tell this shield is specifically for dark magic, and I was wondering why. As we kept walking, I cringed, “Zion, walk quietly. We have to find out where the blood is coming from.” Zion agreed, “Stealth walk is engaged.” I rolled my eyes at him. I swear, I am twenty-two years old and my tiger acts like a freaking preteen. We walked slowly and found nearly on hundred dark warlocks running toward a house. I’m sort of new to thi

maniacally laughed to himself, he was looking at the palm of his hands slightly trembling, imagining every single word he has said was true. The disgust and fear was written on the spirit’s face as they look at the Grand Arch Wizard. The saint face was gone without a trace. The only thing left was a deranged demon. He was exuding a dark atmosphere; everything from the head to toe of this wizard was dark. A rumble was created above the skies. The heavens were enraged. Thunder that produces fire came down to them but despite that the surrounding was eerily peaceful. The breeze of the wind was calm soothing their breaths and giving them strength to fight.

Cazer's voice lacking in any empathy, the leader of the Moon Gate Guardians merely smirked at the reply as he permitted an equally cold agreement, “Quite.” Obviously exhausting the words they had to exchange with one another, the rogue wizard nodded his head in the direction of the two witches on either side of him. This motion acting as some sort of cue for them to launch their assault, they both began to mutter separate incantations. The dialect, a turbulent medley of an ancient dialect Allen had never heard before, he took a step backward as the dead began to rise from the ground. Hovering less than a foot above the floor and its debris, they moved unnaturally as if manipulated by invisib

“I don’t want to know if I’m evil. I’ve gone my whole life without using magic. I don’t need to use it. But I do need to figure out what happened to Winter.” “Then, you’re going to have to get help from someone else.” Glinda snapped her fingers, and a business card appeared. It was black, with gold lettering on it. Mordred Orkney, Wizard. “Wizard?” Nora asked. “I thought male witches were called warlocks.” “They are,” said Glinda, “wizards aren’t warlocks. Wizards are humans that use magic like drugs. They inject it into their system. They’re not born with it. Enchantresses are the same thing.”