Useless Wizard Novels & Stories

Oakley turned to me. “She’s right,” Sylvia said. “Magic ability is a talent for wizards, but to wield and enhance it comes with a cost. Normally, it means hard work, diligence, sweat, and tears. But sometimes, it means sacrifices—blood sacrifices are one of them.” She paused, her eyes darkening. “I remember a tale from Tiryn. It’s said that the competition between black wizards ended in a very cynical way. A junior wizard killed the others with a simple knife. No high magic involved. The high wizards were so focused on their magic, they didn’t realize their bodies were deteriorating. Overuse of black magic made them physically vulnerable. Augus has clearly realized this.” “So that’s his weak

The wizard mumbles to himself. “No, I guess you have everything sorted. But if there is anymore problems in the future Ma Vista. Trust me you will be hunted down and killed by my puppets. And this whole war will start again.” I feel Natalie begin to release my hand, but just before our fingers slip away she says, “Not on my watch.” And then our hands part. The gold light seems to shimmer softly. The wizard gives a cry of panic.

Nothing like he would be experiencing shortly. The wizard shuffled backwards into the darkness, his eyes widening as if he knew what was to come. “W-what are you—“ “You’re no longer of use to me, isn’t that what you’re saying? That your services are null? That I can no longer use you to get what I want?” “I—no,” the wizard stammered. “I just meant—I…I…”

+20 abyssal force] [Wizard sub-role unlocked!] [Wizard: Scholars that study the magic forces and seek the guidance of the Abyssal will. +10 Abyssal force. +1 Intelligence.] [Note: A Wizard will refuse to research technology, and researchers will refuse to study magic.] [You can aid your wizards creating spells using the Path tab] "Great! Magic at last!" David celebrated the small victory and immediately pressed the Path tab, but he couldn't create any new spells yet. "Guess i have to wait for them to start creating something."

I had to take him to the hidden witch base, where the elders could heal him with their powerful magic. Gathering all the strength I had left, I focused my energy on a teleportation spell, praying that it would work despite my exhaustion. Holding Cain close to me, I whispered the incantation, and in a flash of light, we vanished from the woods, reappearing inside the hidden witch base. The elders rushed to our side, their eyes wide with concern as they saw Cain’s condition. I explained what had happened, and they immediately began their healing rituals.

“It’s not just the Huntsman that we have to take out. That wizard who can control people and force their bodies to do things against their will is running around out there somewhere. If he’s working for the Huntsman, then we have one extra layer of trouble we have to work through before we can rest easy in the solution we uncovered.” He focused his gaze on Justin. “And if that wizard is out there running around with your father, then killing the Huntsman is only taking care of one branch of the evil tree. We’re going to have to cut the whole thing down if you and Helen want to settle into a relaxed life together.” We all turned to Lisa. “You’re a witch,” Randy said. “How is this wizard contr

The inscriptions lit up and three scrolls materialized. "I don't know where you obtained all that money but I advise you to train carefully in the Warp spell. You wouldn't be the first cultivator to die because of an error in its execution." Sara stored the scroll and bowed to the Professor, then she hastily left the inventory to return to her accommodation. She didn't even look at Ivor as she sat on her bed and took out the three scrolls. 'Blind is a simple rank 0 spell that covers a small area with black fog, it can be useful to surprise enemies with weak mental energy.'

She sighed frustrated. "You know who you should choose," Jordan started playfully. "Who," Trix asked cautiously, lifting her head off his shoulder. "Cinderella, homie, cause you broke," Jordan said. His boisterous laughter consumed the air. Trix shoved him playfully, joining in the laughter as well. The laughter died after a minutes and Jordan went to get a drink. Trix was screwed. How was she going to write a story in one night. Mrs. Weller was the wicked witch of the West for coming up with such a difficult task.