Useless Wizard Novels & Stories

"Now, what are we going to do about getting back to our world?" Poe shook his head. "There is nothing we can do. Not until my talent returns." John frowned at us. "So Poe has the knowledge, but not the power to complete the spell. What about you, Ez? Do you have enough power to cast it?" "I don't know," I shrugged, confused. "Does it even matter? I can't even learn-" "Does he have the power?" John asked Poe. Poe nodded slowly. "He does." "Then we just use an Instruction Spell. Once Poe is feeling up to it, you merge your powers, your minds. Poe could then use Ezra's power as he would his own."

“Be careful what you chase, Charlie Greene. For when you find him… he may not recognize you anymore.” “So what am I supposed to do?” I snapped, throwing my hands out until the sleeves of my robe billowed. “Just stand here and listen? Watch Carter bleed away into the thing he’s been terrified of since we stepped through that Gate?” The Wizard didn’t flinch. He rose slowly from his chair, the pipe smoke curling like a question mark as he moved toward the mantle above the dying hearth. “Of course not, Charlie,” he said, voice low and steady. “You fight.”

Dmitri said “What!” My fingers tightened at my side, all the hours I spent on making sure my plan was perfect and it was already a flop from the beginning manipulated by the Carmene, I was freaking walking down that aisle with a plan that was ineffective. Breathe violet, breathe ! I say to myself “ I don't know the game you think you’re playing…” “ I don't play games.” he interrupted “ I watch them, but you were really creative, latex on your bouquet… almost impressive but I expected more.” it said smiling

She snickered, checking him out. “I sure am.” Kriss smirked, checking her out as well. “Alright. So what do you have?” She offered, straightening her back. “Money is of no value. Why not this? Whoever loses does one thing the other one says.” Kriss asked, bringing a silence at their table. Kriss knew his power, all of them combined could never kill him. He was the White Death, the most feared wizard alive. “Haha, Boy, Ya out of yer mind?” She slurred her words, shaking her to sober up.

Or, ask them to help if they knew how to control powers. This new world was stuck in her brain for days. She can't help to compare it to Earth. She sighed and then pointed her blade at some tree. She slices it in half. She noticed Azaroz cloning the sliced trees as she cut them down. That guy from the last time, which happened a month ago, had stuck in her head. Azaroz had been guarding her for days, due to this guy. Azaroz is a wizard that specializes in Octoplasm, which helps him multiple or make copies of something. He is kind of a jerky wizard that has no respect for Hawking. But when it comes to his mates getting attacked by someone, he'll make a move for sure.

Vander asked. “Of course not Vander. I’m a Class B + wizard, remember? I know how to conjure karma. ” Vander smiled at what I said. "I know exactly what spell to use to teach those people who were corrupt and evil in their ways." And I laid Yana down inside the car before I took out my wand to get ready for another spell. Once again I focused myself. Then waved my wand and performed an incantation. “Before this day is over, before the night is through,

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.

Bruce asks me. I shake my head. "I could use a ride if you don't mind. I am not sure I am ready to drive today," I say. I know I am not ready to drive. "I can take you, but first, I have to tell you something. I made some calls while you were sorting through some things. I wanted to give you some space. I found both of your uncles. They own a little magic shop in New Orleans. It is called Elemental Magic," Bruce says.

“Spare my life, Prince Leon, I didn't mean to curse you. The devil came over me for a moment.” “Your ancestors said the same thing before they all died by my hand,” I said pulling the blackish dagger out of my stomach, not feeling an inkling of pain. The wound immediately began to close up by itself, making me sigh in disappointment. It seems it's yet again, another failure. Fuming, I glanced at the wizard on the floor, my finger nails turning into a claw. Seeing this, the warlock desperately shuffled backward, trying to put a distance between us. “It's useless you know, your time is over. It's a pity it will take some time to look for another witch.” I mumbled, stalking toward him.

He was wielding a massive hamaxe¹. Will immediately knew he had made a mistake, he had severely underestimated the technology of the Orcs, maybe even this world. He ȧssumed just because the Goblins were this primitive, everyone else wouldn't be too far ahead. [I should have taken them all away, now we're all going to die.] Will despaired at the thought, but he was too terrified to move.