Thunderous Wizards Mga Nobela at Kwento

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?"

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.

My lungs struggled to expand. The core of the hall was madness. Spells had torn the space apart. Enchanted wind blades whipped through the air like guillotines, slicing through stone, wood, and flesh with no discrimination. Arcing bolts of lightning exploded through the roof and ricocheted off the walls. From above, spears of ice rained down like divine punishment, skewering the already broken floor. And in the center—the Lords, three of them, channeling their power together. But even with their combined might, their opponent was something else entirely.

Triumphant. “Well, well,” he said, his voice booming through the hall. “Our precious Bella, taking innocent lives already? How convenient.” He lifted his hands, and with a crack of dark power, the air split. Circles of fire spiraled open across the courtyard. One after another, witches stepped through, their cloaks whispering against the stone. Wizards followed, robes heavy with charms, their staff glowing faintly. Then the wingbeats thundered overhead, dragons, descending from the skies, their scales glinting like molten gems.

Soren gasped, his head snapping back as his dark eyes turned completely white, the veins in his neck bulging under his skin as my magic flooded his system. "What are they doing?" the Elder shouted from the alley, her calm demeanor vanishing instantly. "Stop them! Break the threshold!" The two hooded warlocks raised their obsidian spheres, throwing two massive bolts of violet lightning directly into the doorway. The blast never reached us. A solid wall of raw, shimmering energy erupted from the space between Soren and me, expanding outward like a shockwave. The force hit the incoming spells, shattering them in mid-air with a sound like breaking glass. The concussive wave blew out through the

> Wow…the [Curative Words] that combine both [Life] and the [Apply] attributes to replicate a quick regeneration of the cellular tissue was strong enough to restore the meat to its original state… It canceled the cooking thinking it was burning injuries…this spell sure is cheat! But…it sucks a great deal of mana and requires a lot of concentration… And now that I have restored the meat to a fresh state…let’s cook it! I drew a glyph around the plate, using Space attribute to control the movement of molecules and generate a wave of heat that will cook this duck for me! The spell name is… [Words of Thermo]! This spell that manipulate motion in space to generate heat! It could come in handy in t

I can feel their emotions swirling around in my core, and it makes me feel dizzy with nausea. “Kill them!” A voice screams out. “Yes, kill the males that dare threaten us!” Another cries out. “Behold your wrath and put your trust in our Blessed One,” The Light Oracle, Lagertha, steps forward, lowering her hood and standing by my side. “We need to stand together. We have been attacked by far worse in the past. Only because they yield weapons that can hurt us from a distance does not mean we are entirely defenceless against humans. Our Kindred warriors are larger, quicker, and bear the knowledge of our lands. We do not desire to kill them.” The Light Oracle says with complete faith.

~RIKAS~ “Is that the Dordon Wizard’s scripture?” Thalia asked in a surprised tone I looked at the old scripture in Rotip’s hand again. “Yes. This is it. And that staff over there is the Wizard Garius real staff. Our eyes travelled to the staff first, and then came back to the old scripture “It is really written in Arohemik?” Thalia directed her question to Rotip “Its written in some kind of language which only the descendants of the pure soul mystical white sorceress can read”