Trollhunters Wizards Novels & Stories

" Or there may be a spell to hide it. “You can,” Octavius said, nodding vehemently. He snapped his fingers, and his neck, as if preparing to enter a fighting ring." There are several types of wizards and witches in our world. The best are druids, they connect with nature. The wisest are shamans, and also have a great power coming from the earth. But there is the bad side, and those who tarnish the human stories and legends about witches as a whole, who are the supreme sorcerers, and these, your majesty, are the biggest causers of problems in our world. They have an arsenal of incredible magic. They don't need a Grimoire of Shadows to remember the spells and rituals, they ARE the very Grimoir

"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.

"What if driving them crazy IS the point? Maybe whatever this thing is just wants them insane." Tarloh looked very deep in thought. "I think Jane may be on to something. Crap, that means I need to go see Lothar . . . that's a wizard and seer down in Los Angeles," he explained to Jane. "He's an ostentatious prick, but he's pretty damn good at what he does. We don't have any kind of scribe, but . . . I think I may have heard of something like this, but I don't want to say anything until I'm sure." He turned to Talia. "Gather up your gear. I'm taking you with me this time."

The house looked like a room for aiding the wounded. “They were attacked by the brown werewolves you’re saying,” Convel explained. “You are fighting your kind?” It is still new to me, I never heard werewolves fighting each other. “Aren’t your kind doing this too?” Alarick asked without looking at me, he is looking at the werewolves who look like patients being treated by healers. “Our tribe is full of hunters and we never had internal issues.” I proudly said as I am trying to figure out why they brought me here.

Among the few remaining customers, two at the same table started to chat to fill the uncomfortable silence. One cleared his throat. “Oi, there’s news about the uprising of the trolls.” “What?” “They said everyone’s joining. Even the sorcerers now.” “The sorcerers?” His friend laughs. “It’s hopeless for the palace now! They won’t have a chance to defend! Well, at least if the witches don’t go with ‘em,” he says, with a rough Southern accent. They’re traders of the South, with a wide network of connections that keep them updated with the world. It’s a basic skill if one dreams to be a trader. Though, it’s not a glamorous job.

"I know Sabrina. When Luke touched me, something inside me woke up. Remember when we were in the mall? That pain I felt was so excruciating. Everytime I felt pain, I knew something inside me woke up." "So, does it mean that you also have a wizard spirit?" Azrael asked. I shook my head no. Their forehead creased in confusion. I smiled at them and uttered the word that made them flabbergasted. "I am the Wizard." Yes, there were five of us---I am the wizard, Xandra is the wolf, Val is the vampire, Willow is the witch and Damona is the demon. "But how come you don't have any wand? Wizard used their wand to release their magic but I never saw you using your wand." Sabrina said, confused.

he asked, I glanced at Gabriel and dad, I took a deep breath before turning to Vroxious, “No… I will not,” I said with my head high. He clenched his jaw and glared at me, “Fine…” he gritted his teeth and turned to the hunters, “Kill them all and bring her to me,” he ordered. Hunters began walking towards us, dad raised his sword and signalled the Wizards, “Let the war begin,” Wizards lunged onto the hunters and everyone began fighting. I threw the fire balls at the hunters in front of me and fried them up. I made a sword out of my fire and let the flames hit them and sliced them into two pieces.

Lisanna started telling Cassandra everything she knew. “Those boys following them are Jet Crane, he is a warlock, Liam Wright, a werewolf from the West, and Oliver Hunt, a vampire. Jet currently ranked number 4 while Liam was 5, and Oliver was the second,” Lisanna said. Cassandra listened intently. “And those mean girls are Judith Lockhart, a witch, Krystal Knight, a vampire, and Joana Redwood. Joana was also a vampire and she was obsessed with First,” Lisanna mumbled. She ate the remaining piece for her food while looking fat Cassandra's reaction in front of her.

Zadicus took a deep breath as well, mentally preparing himself for the upcoming destruction. They both held their swords firmly this time and attacked each other, clashing it together, creating large maroon and white sparks. Where those sparks hit, it created a large hole by the intensity of their attack. Whenever their swords clashed, a strong pressure was created which everyone could feel from afar. “Is that what happens when two strongest wizards battle?” Tristan whispered, seeing their power level was extremely higher than anyone present here. Showing a greater impact than he imagined. “Sapphire Luminance.” Kriss cast a spell which spread blue twinkles around one body but they silently b

I knew him well. And he knows me. He’ll know it’s true. But after I’d confided everything, clutching my arms across my chest and rubbing my biceps to work some heat back into them, Adrian launched to his feet. “This is blasphemy! Everyone knows the magistrate is an upstanding citizen! What you’re saying is utter falsehood. Stuff that could get someone killed!” He scoffed. Beginning to pace. “A warlock. They don’t exist!” Adrian tossed his hands in agitation. “Everyone knows they’re a myth conjured by witches in vengeance! Only women can foster the dark arts!”