Wizard And Glass Audiobook Novels & Stories

“That is of no concern to you, wizard.” “But it is...” The wizard slowly pulled off his cloak. Golden hair spilled out, covering his face. Damien Wolfsbane’s eye widened, then looks down. “What do you want to know?” - The End of PHASE 1 -

the confused wizard said “Alexa was gullible and let a little girl play a fast one on her. But surprisingly, I am not all gullible child.” Grimshaw said staring hard at a surprised Mara “Then we may proceed.” The wizard said as Grimshaw who held her hand patted it. Her mind was running around wild. With the state of things it was all pointing to the fact that something was already happening as Grimshaw seemed really desperate. Mara could no doubt hear the sound of fighting not far from where they were and how the men stood with their swords drawn out and ready for battle. Mara was thinking and wondering when it suddenly happened. She was lost in the loop of a

From behind the red curtains of the center stage, a grand wizard appeared. The man was gaunt with sunken eyes that were compounded like a fly, his mouth a thin lipless slit in his head. He had no noticeable ears or nose, and his skin was a corpse-like gray. I didn't have to see his hands to know that they were three-figured instead of five and had thin wing-like membranes attached to the wrist to allow him to glide. The wizard saddled up close to the edge, the sound of many chitinous feet clacking under the long hem of his robes. Waiting for his orders.

The rain returned like an omen. It battered the glass windows of Adrien’s office with relentless fury, a percussive rhythm that matched the pulse thudding in his chest. The storm outside was nothing compared to the one building inside him. He couldn’t sleep. Not after what he’d seen in Jonas Hale’s file. Not after Mila’s words "they told me the glass would show me the truth. But all I see is blood". And certainly not after the decision he had made earlier that night.

I grinned from ear to ear. "Then what is the magic?" She questioned confused. "Watch." I chanted an amendment spell and then both windows repaired itself, leaving no sign of a broken glass. "Oh my, oh my, oh my God. Those windows were broken to pieces. I saw it, they were broken... how could the windows be able to repair itself. No way, you are truly a witch. My friend is a witch!" She gasped covering her mouth, as the reality of my witchery sets in.

the dark god vibrated, his voice a piercing shriek that cracked the glass. Without thinking, I punched the mirror with all my strength, shattering it into thousands of fragments that scattered across the floor. The shards sliced into my hand, and thick blood began to drip slowly down. In a sliver of glass still clinging to the frame, his eyes appeared again, a dark promise gleaming within them. “I will take everything from you, warrior of the moon!” The shards of glass rose magically, flying toward me like sharpened blades. I instinctively crossed my arms to shield my face as the glass cut into my body, leaving streaks of blood everywhere.

But as he looked down at the map of the western pass, the forest-green in his eyes began to swirl with a sudden, suffocating density—not like the gentle leaves of the woods, but like the deep, crushing pressure of a prehistoric jungle that had never seen the sun. "You speak of gravity and iron," Navarien said, his voice carrying a strange, double-layered resonance that made the glass decanters on the side tables hum. "And those are fine, brutal tools. But you underestimate the desperation of a glass mage when he realizes he has been cornered. If Leirick’s vanguard panics, they will shatter their own crystal armor to create an explosion of blinding white light. It will blind your wolves and y

Darren's heart leaped in his chest, his eyes searching the wizard's face for any sign of hope or despair. The wizard's voice resonated with a sense of accomplishment as he spoke, his words laced with a hint of enigmatic wisdom. "I have found the source of her affliction," he proclaimed, his voice echoing through the corridor. "There is hope, but the path ahead is treacherous." Darren's breath caught in his throat, his body frozen in a mixture of relief and trepidation. He stepped forward, his voice barely a whisper. "Tell me, wizard, what must we do?"

for stepping on her shadow, he did sat as commanded, but was frightened, he won't look at her in the face, and that they were there without any company was more Scary to the drunk than been short of wine, the only thing he had thought was more frightening before now, the princess looked at him and ordered" look here, look at me in the face" since it was an order, he did as the princess had ordered, he looked straight into the eyes of the princess, " what do you know about the wizard where about? " man answered at once, it will be a great crime to make her repeat herself, " He is a, wizard of the first order, he had lived for thousands of years, wandering around kingdoms, he has seen many ki

It was a walk in the park compared to my greatest torture hits played by Toris the Douchey Fae. “I’ll be fine, havathi,” I told him. “She’s going to fucking pay for this, I swear to the Goddess above,” he fumed as carefully picked out the pieces of glass. I wanted to reassure him and help calm him down, but I was trying my best to keep myself from crying out. “Would it be faster if magic was used to remove these?” he asked, a pained expression on his handsome face. ‘No, because it’s possible that the glass was spelled to react to magic. This is the safest option.’