Useless Wizard Novels & Stories

What did a pendulum have to do with tracking a dark mage? “The wizard Council stores a fraction of power of every witch that ever registers with them. Sort of like having your fingerprint stored in a database. This here has a fraction of Gregory’s energy trapped in it. We just need to activate it and it will lead us right to him.” I looked at the pendulum with interest. “But how will we activate it?” “Like this.” Zane swung the pendulum slowly, and I watched its movements as if mesmerized. As it picked speed, the pendulum began glowing and hung in midair, pointing towards the east.

Counting the knights and taking stock of everything that would prove an obstacle. But he was plagued by the inability to find the particular spell in the book. Anything that could bind BailaLae in the form she was currently in. He needed to figure out what she was under before he could free her. Then pray there was one amidst them strong enough to cast it. Warlord knew how powerful he was, but his magic was not strongest in the area of spell casting. It was more earthen. Drawn from the air and sky and assuming control over these. To cite words and make a particular thing happen had been Hawk’s forte.

all I am saying is that what you have is beautiful. If only you can settle the difference and be more transparent about this. I don't see why you should not work out." "Girl, I can't deal with any more drama not when he has successfully gotten himself on mom's black list." "I don't know anymore." "I know." silence filled the room as we both don't know what to say to each other. I begin to stare into space thinking of what am going to do with my life after wasting 3years of my life with some self-centred douchbag.

I smiled turning. Going out the way I came though the body was still their. Thank God she didn't come down, I thought. Looking up at the steps this is going to suck. I grabbed the body, using my power of teleportation to teleport out to the pack lands around the pack house. Hunters don't use most their witch /wizard gifts because when they do nature takes one of their lives . Its called the wizard death, its natures way of paying for the massive power that hunter hold. Landing in the wooded area. I fell to my knees letting go of the males corpse. Coughing up blood ,as it felt like acid coursed through my veins. All the blood in my body was vomited up. Then my body felt stabbing sensation al

Elegantly dressed in deep blue robes, he steps around the desk. “How can I help?” He questions. His voice was deep and soothing, and his greying hair was slicked back into a low ponytail, kept there by a rope. “The King wishes for you to activate the witch’s amulet and send this girl to her own world with it to be destroyed there.” The Wizard’s expression becomes alerted to the words and steps closer to me. This was the first time someone had approached me where I felt no fear, I just didn’t know why.

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." Lucinda 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.'

Winnie I was pacing back and forth, clenching my jaw harder and curling my fingers into fists. I was stupid, fucking stupid. What was I going to do with this baby? I stopped in front of the mirror and examined myself. Raising my hand I touched my flat tummy. “What am I gonna do with you?” I flinched, remembering my miscarriage. “I just can’t bring you into this nasty world even if I want to. It will be an injustice if I give you birth and am unable to fulfil all your wishes. I know I’ll be a cruel mother, baby but I'm helpless.”

Maybe they are, maybe not. I shut my eyes and listened to the whispering of the winds. “Can you find where they have kept Diana?” Alpha Urza asked. “The basement,” Archer and I said at the same time. Archer was a copy wizard. A rare kind of wizard who could copy all kinds of wizards. In simple words, using the right wand and magical tool, Archer could easily control and extract mana from any element. He could be a light bender or a Darkian, depending on the wand and tools he used.

He reminded. “You are human too. A very old and weak looking human to be precise” I caught the shocking reaction on his wrinkly face as if he had forgotten who he was again. I hate seeing this dead wizard’s face! But why does everyone keep using him? Rotip used to undo his spells and turn into his normal appearance when we were together in the cave. But every time he needed to go outside the cave to continue with his secret mission, he’d do the magic and disguise himself as the ugly wizard again.

“Listen to me, boy. You won’t bring justice by charging into the lion’s den bare-chested. If you go now, you’ll be another corpse they forget.” James glared at him. “Then what? What do I do, wait until they wipe out what’s left of my people?” “No,” the wizard said. “You become the weapon they never see coming.” He turned and motioned for James to follow. Inside the wizard’s cottage, the air thickened with the scent of old parchment, bitter herbs, and something faintly metallic. The wizard walked to a large stone basin and began chanting in an ancient tongue. He tossed in dried herbs, crushed bone powder, and a vial of dark liquid that sizzled as it hit the hot water.