Witch / Wizard 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

I couldn't stop myself from asking She laughs "You thought and heard wrong dear. Of course, witches and sorcerers both make use of spells and magic to practice. Witches and wizards are born with the powers while anybody can become a sorcerer if they know the right spell to use. Witchcraft is associated with good intentions while sorcerers and sorcery are for the opposite, so there's a whole world of difference between us." "I see..." I say with a nod but in actual fact, I didn't see anything. She didn't manage to successfully convince me about the goodness of witchcraft. She only added sorcerers and sorcery to my growing list of bad people on earth

Emily smiled gratefully and two of them sat down on mats that had already been placed for them. Two women and two men came in and stood before them. "Can you tell by looking which one is the most powerful and decipher who's the witch, wizard, and sorcerer amongst them?" Emily closed her eyes and tried to concentrate. "You should know that the difference between these three is that. Witches cast spells, and are nothing without spells and potions. Wizards are witches who have read and read till they've memorized the spells. They've gone deeper and done serious research and now possess more knowledge than the average witch, that translates to power. While witches have to call out the spells wit

“Because of time I’ll just give you the important details as I know it, but you have to be very attentive.” “Since it is common knowledge that there are witches I won’t have to tell you that again. But you see witches are of different grades, and one can be initiated into becoming a witch through different means.” She cleared her throat and continued. “Although witches are usually united when there is a general problem, they are generally split into three different groups; White, Red, and Black. White witches are the good witches, and their aim is to help humanity. The Reds are on the fence, in-between the good and the evil, while the Blacks are the real definition of evil.”

Because I can control the wind. Witches and wizards are divided into three types. Elementals who can control and emit elements such as fire, air, water, and earth. An Elemental can only control one type of element and they don't need spells to do so. This is where I belonged. There are also Casters who still need spells and wands to use their magic. This is where Aunt Kyndra belongs. And then there were the Healers. Of all witches, Healers are rare and almost extinct. They could heal others using their magic but instead of that, the wound or pain of the person they treated would go to the Healers. That was why they had amazing regenerative ability, so that the wound or disease they get from

shouted Axel, thinking I hadn't noticed the presence of a witch from the portal to my right. I shifted and bit the neck of the arrogant wizard. I wasn't surprised to find out he was a puppet, but the wizard behind him was real. I finally figured out the difference between them through the color of their eyes. The fake wizard's eye color was black and didn't shine, while the authentic human's eyes were clear and reflected the surroundings. 'Kill him for our baby!' shouted Lou, which I obeyed with all my heart. "Stop! It's enough, Father!" yelled the witch, fighting the wizard with me.

No matter how hard you try, it will never stop and it will never move the way you wanted it to. It's really cruel, how it just continues to progress and leave behind those who cannot keep up anymore. [I/N: A witch is a creature of Romania that has the ability to control time. However, they are considered a menace to society. They are believed to hunt little children and maidens in the community and they are treated as the lowest rank of society. Contrary to how people see vampires, especially those who are in the royal bloodline, they belong to the highest class which people fear and respect.]

He has a face of a young man but has white hair and a beard making him look similar to Albus Dumbledore or Gandalf. But I see no wrinkles anywhere to tell he is old, but if he knew Sera, he must be over 50 years old. Sages are different from witches. Sages hold not only great power but also knowledge as well. They also possess elements and connect with element spirits who they contract with. He's a powerful Elementalist.

“Being a witch is more than just waving your wand around.” Mistress Sungul would always say, her own wand poised between her fingers. “We are what mages dream to be. We are what priests fear.” It was almost like a mantra. As Sungul leisurely paced around the room, soaking in my blank stares and gazing at the mist that oozed from her wand, she would repeat herself. Sometimes muttering so low that I had to strain to hear her. Usually, she was boisterous, loudly jabbering on about our roles as witches.

He would kill people he disliked with only one word, "I don't like his face" no one knew what he meant or what kind of face that he disliked, but they knew they should avoid him. And what was more mysterious to Lord Mike was that no one knew who he is, whether he is a human or a sorcerer or whether he is a mythical being.