Warhammer Wizards Novels & Stories

“B-but, how?” Mei laughed, amused at the look of bewildered shock on Jade’s face. “It’s a special skill I’ve had since… since…” Mei’s smile vanished. She seemed to be hesitating about something. “Since?” Jade prodded. “Well, you see,” Mei continued. “I’m sure you’ve heard about the beast gods. Well, I’m actually one of the seven stars of a beast god.” “WHAT? I can’t believe it! Which holy beast?” Mei raised an eyebrow, “Bai Hu.”

:-D According to the previous chapter. The shades of joy I mentioned. White means we take joy in good things e.g. in love, in kindness, etc. For some black deeds act as fuel of joy. They take pleasure in doing bad to someone and same was the case with Minahil. She was relating her pleasure to Abraham losing the game. And for most the fuel to Joy is grey. Grey is a border line between white and black. A person faces different situations. Sometimes we take pleasure after revenge and sometimes we take pleasure in forgiveness. (;

I moved deeper into the office. “Why are you here,” he asked me. “Could you heal the Hunter quicker,” I asked him. “This has already been addressed,” he said. “Correct. But I already had to terminate two agents, and I don’t want to keep doing that. I need your help to free me from the Group. Will you help me,” I said. My voice sounded different. I’ve never heard it sound like this before. “What does healing the Hunter and freeing you from the Group have to do with each other,” he asked me. His question confused me. If he is able to do both then why doesn’t he do both. “What type of payment will you accept,” I asked. Men like him only want one thing. I’ve thought about this si

Verina had spoiled me for easy battles. “No, I don’t believe so. Honestly, Harlow, I think it’s time you considered bringing some other mages into your fold. You are a powerful enough mage that you should have a few mages in your pack below you to help with this sort of a situation so that you don’t end up in a situation where you are battling several evil mages at once. “That’s a thing?” I asked. “I mean, I didn’t realize good mages did that.” Until I’d met Cody and his flock of crazy birds, I hadn’t realized anyone did that.

However, this victory came at a steep cost. The ecosystem that supported pure magic and in turn nourished the wizards was destroyed by the imprint of the demons, and pure magic dwindled into oblivion, leading to a drastic decline in the number of wizards. No wizards implied no continuity of life for the kingdom of magic, and the witches felt the depths of despair. Evanora once again saved the day by manipulating the fate of the witches. A ritual was done, and the remaining wizards sacrificed their lives for the continuity of their race, etching their names in the sands of time and the minds of all witches henceforth. They were the true warriors.

she trailed off staring at nothing. "Mage...isn't mage similar to a wizard?" Xavier asked hesitantly. "No!" Jade replied defiantly. "A mage is a wizard, yes, but he is a wizard who has chosen the dark path, a mage is a wizard who practices dark magic. A normal wizard wouldn't dare to do so, its forbidden", Jade's irises had red rings around them. She was upset and angry. Xaver just nodded. He understood where she was coming from. He knew the feeling. When a werewolf went rogue, he felt the same anger and remorse. No king or queen wanted their people to choose the wrong path.

He had never met a witch even once in his life… until now. “Sriwijaya Witch.” Rob spat forward in disgust. Within a few meters, the male witch stopped and cocked his head quietly. He exclaimed in a clear and emotionless voice, “You are allowed to turn around and discourage yourself from going wherever you are going now.” Rob took a step forward. “Since when did this street belong to you, traitor?” The witch smiled crookedly. “Since The Cursed and Wolvire gave me orders to stop you.” Saga and Justin gasped when they heard the word wolvire mentioned.

Everyone that watched the broadcast, were expecting that the Caravel Sails and mast would be blown off, by the many Wizards casting the same spell in one single direction, but instead they were all shocked to see that the mast and the sail of the ship were able to withstand the stress. “Amazing…all of the Aeternum Wizards were not only strong…but all of them had a delicate control of their mana and strength!….they produced a strong wind to propelled the entire ship forward but also maintaining the spell constantly!….such amazing talent!…”.(Grand Wizard Lionel Alkord Wesky)

I ordered them. They tried to babble some sort of excuses, but it came out as mostly gibberish. The whole Brotherhood congregation was there now, but so were a lot of my men too. “Your pack?” Sinclair said. “Are you saying you have a wizard now.” “Is there a spell for stupidity?” I asked Alik. “Sadly no,” he said. “This is the biggest and most devastating plague the world will ever face and it will end only when we are all dead.”

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.