Wizard And Glass Audiobook Novels & Stories

“Once you touch this book, you will pass out. Then you will be taken to where it all began but it's too dangerous to see the past, you are too weak for it" “Is there another way to do this? Like an easier way we can get to see what's in this book?". Kieran asked the wizard. "There is no other way". The wizard replied. I looked at Kieran worriedly. “Old wizard, you said Jade is too weak for this, can't I do it in her stead?". Kieran asked. "She is a dragon’s offspring, only she can do it”. The wizard replied. "Is there no way to fortify me for this procedure? You said the reason why it's dangerous for me is because I am too weak”. I asked the wizard.

But to those who knew, the book was inside a glass box. If any werewolf whatsoever touches the book without permission, the whole room would instantly be smoked with Wolfsbane, killing the intruder immediately. Through the almost invisible glass, Elijah watched as their Brown leather-covered Grimoire also vibrated, matching the movements of the water Grimoire in his hands. What could be causing this? Was it because they were opposing one another? He's never heard of this phenomenon before, or been educated about it. *What's this, Beast? Have you seen anything like this before?* Elijah asked, but his lips didn't move and neither did he communicate telepathically to Kaden.

I didn’t want to be prejudiced against an entire species, but they had left me no choice. I peered out through the transparent glass, which wasn’t glass, but transparent ice. I chuckled dryly, taking in my surroundings and punched the window. The only thing that cracked was my finger bone. Cradling my pain-throbbed hand against my chest, I cursed almost all the swear words I knew at the window. I was trapped inside a black ice castle that was made on a freaking black iceberg that could be floating anywhere in the whole wide ocean of this fucking world. The perfect home for a vampire who was also the most wanted dark wizard in the land of no laws.

No one would be paying much mind to a rotting old house in the south-side of the city. The stench of rot burned my nose as I trudged my way down to the basement, the floorboards whining with every step I took. Before my candle even lit my path, I could hear his deep, aching groans. “Gods, what took you so long?” he moaned. “I’ve been stabbed. I need medical attention!” “Stabbed?” I asked, more curious than outraged. “By who?” “The girl,” said the wizard. “Send me out of Orheroad. I used magic to stop the bleeding, but you must send me out of this place. I’m needed back at the Divine Spirit as quickly as possible.

The guardian’s eyes raked over me, ensuring that I was unharmed other than the wind that had been knocked from me. “Why the hell did you do that?” I demanded. “If you insist on having this vile thing, it is better that I am the one to take it. The magic surrounding it will not harm me, but I can’t say the same for you.” He reached forward, shattering the glass case with a flick of his finger, before grabbing the leather-bound book. With a tug of my hand, he dragged me out of the room, the thing held tightly to his chest. I could hear the whispers the moment the case had been shattered. It sounded like a thousand souls trapped and screaming for mercy. The space behind my eyes began to throb a

I said, accepting the wine he offered me. As I raised the glass to my lips, I couldn't help but feel trapped. I was stuck here, drinking wine with the Silver Wizard, while the woman I loved was just a few feet away. It was a torture unlike any other, and I didn't know how much longer I could endure it. The Silver Wizard leaned in, a sly grin spreading across his face. "I'm sure you're curious to know how I managed to find my long-lost granddaughter," he said, his eyes glinting with amusement.

Hazel’s POV The wizard didn’t seem bothered by it at all. He stood across the room, turning that same crystal sphere between his fingers like he was deciding what kind of disaster to create next. The silver symbols on his robe moved faintly whenever he shifted, like they were alive beneath the fabric. “I can't do it,” I finally said, my voice rougher than I expected. His eyes lifted slowly toward me. “Well…you’re alive,” he replied simply. “That alone is more than most of your kind would have given you.”

The werewolf’s voice echoed ominously. The wizard clutched the key to the seal in his trembling hands replied. "Yes, it is I who freed you, risking my life," he said, slowly lifting his head to meet the man's piercing blue eyes. "And since I freed you, Ryker Wraithe... then you must—" Before he could finish, the wizard’s head was cleanly severed from his body, falling to the ground with a sickening thud.

She decided to go with very thick glass. “Bonduur,” she said, trying to visualize the air turning to glass in front of her. Dominic poked at her stomach with the twig. It reached her parka without resistance. Leesa frowned. “I told you this would be difficult,” the wizard said. “Try it again.” Leesa repeated her effort, with the same lack of results. “I’m not sure what to do,” she admitted.

I feel like I can breathe again and I open my eyes. Staring back at me are two pair of eyes with a dark purple glint of mischief in them. Terror racks through my body, grips me in tight bounds. My body is frozen. “Remember, child…” the voice is more recognizable now. I’ve seen those mischievous eyes right before my whole life change with the elixir. “…my favor.” The wizard’s eyes glimmer now. I’m almost speechless. “What do you want?” My lips move on their own. I’m gripped with fear yet somehow, I’m able to speak to him.