Thunderous Wizards Novels & Stories

There are white witches, centaurs, werewolves, and many others. "Do not dream, Beta! Lord. Aries will soon come along with his son. You wait. Your death is already in sight. We will destroy this Pack as you destroyed rogue armies!" Beatrix laughed loudly. All her troops laughed too. They are still out of the territory because this Pack is already firmly protected by the White Witch's spell. No one could break through this defense except the White witch. Thunder suddenly came, snatching the tree that was near the palace fence. Made the tree instantly explode and let out a fire. They were all shocked because of the fallen tree. Is this a sign? Who makes the Thunder when the day is still bright

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.”

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?"

[Seraphine's POV] I was on the brink of death, almost killed, all because I had forgotten the essence of our plan. True to its name, the Thunder Maze was indeed a labyrinth possessed by the Thunder God, and it was the ultimate weapon to defeat anyone trapped inside. The labyrinth I beheld still resembled an ordinary black maze, as if it had emerged from the depths of the earth. After a considerable time, the air around me suddenly grew calm, signaling the onset of the second round.

Rita "Blackthorn wasn’t built for the weak," Gogo said, stirring a steaming cup of rooibos tea with a long, carved bone spoon. The scent of cinnamon and earth filled the kitchen as Rita leaned in, listening. "Three founders—a witch, a werewolf, and a vampire—came together in a time when our kind had to hide or be hunted. They made a place where magic wasn’t just tolerated. It thrived." Rita traced the rim of her own cup. "So it was always a school?"

He screams in agony as he is burnt to a crisp right before our eyes. They say I have no right. A half-blood, a mere good time, a pawn and yet here I stand, draped in ancestral silk under sharp candlelight, staring down the remnants of what once were the wizards in the meeting council. Their lifeless bodies were arranged neatly around me, as if they were still seating themselves. I step through the hall, letting my fingers trail over their fallen crowns. Power had felt so sweet when it pulsed through my veins. Behind me, allies you wouldn’t suspect elves, seers, vampires, even a contingent of beast-shifters all on bended knee before me as Thalrion steps in, his eyes gleam like a predator’s, b

Lulu The ice sorcerer stood there, breath hitching in his throat. His eyes darted around in a frantic panic, pinned in place by Dorian’s Immobilis Umbra curse. The heavy thud of massive footsteps shattered the haunting silence. The wrecked corridor suddenly felt cramped as Beta Rohan and a squad of elite warriors burst in, all in their wolf forms. Guided by their wolf instincts, they immediately formed a circle, surrounding the helpless wizard with bloodthirsty glares.