Trollhunters Wizards Novels & Stories

There’s an old saying, “Don’t anger a witch if you don’t want to eat bugs for the rest of your natural life!” Wizard: someone who uses or practices magic derived from supernatural, occult, or arcane sources. In several cultures, it is said the Wizards are quite similar to witches and are the Male equivalent of the aforementioned. Wizards are someone who is knowledgeable about ancient lore and magic. They often use Scroll Magic and or pre-cast spells written by witches. Their skills mostly lie in potion-making and spell research. They have a natural aptitude for magic. Warlock: The third and most formidable class of The W’s.

The other wizards’ Guardians came quickly, including the second Knudlac. A badger came, as big as a veal, a giant gorilla, a huge black bear and an enormous baboon, as well as Miss Harmony’s Guardian ... a cheetah with tiger stripes, a very beautiful creature. Nor could there be a softer and more elegant animal to match Miss Harmony's elegance. Soon the others came too. Those who set up a trap to the rest of them, keeping them stuck in that place with that magic shield created. “I thought it was you,” one of the Knudlac guys sighed when he saw Vlad with an army of evil wizards, as Miss Harmony used to call them.

If he cancels the domain, the evil wizard may begin to suck even greater power from the realm and cause the destruction of the Island. But Moria appeared by his side and held his hand. Despite the chaos, Harlequin felt a little peace. “I will cast a spell on your sword, when I tell you to, cancel the board domain and pour all remaining power to your sword. I will attack him first and to my signal, strike him,” Moria explained her plan. Harlequin nodded and prepared himself. But before going away Moria looked at Harlequin and smiled. “I am happy to have met you Harlequin, when we next see each other, I hope it would end in happiness,” before the hero could open his mouth Moria already disappe

“What if I told you that I knew you would say that? Oh please, don't mess with an orchestrator! Anyway, what do you think you're doing? Are you trying to sell your family out to save this bitch?” "That is indeed correct. Smarter than I expected.” He responded, finally turning to her. They spoke like they used to have more playful quarrels. “Don't even attempt doing such. We don't betray, We are witches and wizards. It makes no sen-”. “Witches and wizards? We're halfly wolves, we only possess witches and wizards powers.”. "Wolves are betrayers, I get it but we're not full wolves. Witches and wizards don't sell themselves out!”.

I wrestled with him on that faithful day but at last I tamed him, he was impressed with my strength and accepted to be my loyal pet dragon, and has been my help in many tough battles ever since then , i love riding off on his back ,it makes me feel so powerful,and gives me the perfect exit after every fight . We gradually approach the wizard towers ,in the hills of the dark forest, as we get closer the two wizards standing guards on top of the first two towers at the entrance releases a ring of fire around scar and I and asks us to identify ourselves ,this are the wizard hills guards , they usually put on a robe ranging form blue to red depending on their levels in wizardry some very powerfu

However, bloodshed made the ferals hysterical with a carnal urge that they misbehaved with each other. After they had completed their depressing feat, they threw on their Fairy's coats and stared back to the bonfire. Only a few alleys away from the scene of feral horridness, when suddenly the two heard a disturbance from one of the homes. They slipped up to a window and stared inside. An old troll climbed up from a trap door in the floor amidst a pile of debris. Beaming to each other, Lord Colton and Jason placed themselves near the door, ready to trap these backstabbers. But they paused at a sight they had not anticipated. Someone they recognized very well followed the old troll from the hi

The Trolls were lined up in front of Edmund, ready to take any order. "You're wrong, brother. I never give up, remember?" Edmund in the back chuckled as he played with his golden wand. "You're wrong too, Edwig. I'm better than you, and always will be!" Wiggy didn't answer again, only smiling crookedly as he pulled out his flute. "ATTACK!" Without warning, Edmund exclaimed as he raised his golden staff. The Trolls bellowed in unison at Wiggy, but the youth's agility overcame them. He flew into the air playing the flute. The next instant a pack of Pixies came like a high tide. The Pixies lunged at the Trolls and swarmed them.

I bet he'll be more intimidating than Councilor Winheinstead who's just a council member. "Zorylle, what have you got for us this time?" His deep, baritone voice delivered chills in my spine, making the hairs on the back of my neck upright. But judging his question, does it mean Master Zorylle come here often? "My students have a coven of witches caught practicing demonic magic and invocating an ancient demonic wizard. They were asking for the prophesied one," he explained. "Which students?" Master Zorylle pointed to me and to Louise beside me. The councilor's eyes darted towards mine, as I blinked away the depth of his dark orbs. He's too intimidating, really. "These two."

“If I had my choice, I’d keep you as my mistress and hide you, but no matter. Where I’m sending you, Adan will never find you.” Laura jerked her head toward me. “You have your prize now. Give me what you promised—control over all the covens.” My head snapped toward Fletcher, my eyes wide. “You’re a witch?” He casually lifted one shoulder. “It’s actually called a wizard, but yes.” He laughed, motioning around him with his arm. “Actually, I’m the Grand Wizard and all of the covens on the east coast of America.” “But I thought Willow was the Witch Supreme!” I scoffed, shaking my head. Now, it all made sense. “You control the covens and the Witch Supremes of the covens answer to you.”

They were too great in numbers. The loud chattering of the curious crowd became silent as we saw our leader Bazaar Wharr accompanied by 7 of his strongest werewolf hunters. Werewolf hunters were the ones who search for werewolves and capture them so we can learn about their weaknesses. Over the years they have managed to find one weakness of them and that was metal or the piece of iron I saw within the werewolf boy I foolishly saved years ago. It can weaken and kill them if aimed at the right spot of their body. All eyes gazed upon Bazaar a 40-year-old white hair and dark eye man. He was in his armour with his sharp sword at his side. He was quite fit for his age and looked younger.