Wizard And Glass Audiobook Novels & Stories

It hovers there for a few seconds, but then, with an intense hiss, it flies and enters the glass with Sterling's blood, decreasing its intensity, until the light is completely extinguished. The 4 youngest witches, without saying a word, break the circle and, with a splash, cover the glass. One makes a spell that unites the lid and the glass forever and makes it unbreakable, thus sealing, in the blood, the magic done. And then between the four of them, they make the glass disappear to an unknown place where it would never be found. The older Witch looks at Baltazar, - It's done. Baltazar is about to open his mouth, but Aurelius overpasses him and screams.

With her still body that stops twisting a few second ago after feeling my scythe on her face that I allowed her to feel plus hearing my voice, her misty eyes that sees no more than despaired cleared a bit and said with all her strength “wh…what d..o you w*..t?” What she didn’t expect that the answer that she waits to hear never come but Inside her mind he talked with thundering voice that gives her unexpectedly some warmth “ To become my witch” he said it like there no room for refusal and so she nodded while hearing his second phrase “… and take your revenge”…and then everything darkened and before even think of feeling anxious she passed out.

“I don’t know how to do any of that.” “That is why I will teach you,” the Wizard replied. “At dawn, you will place that medallion against your skin. You will learn to call the light, to hold it. You will learn to move when the dark tries to move you. You will train until your bones remember what your mind doubts.” Outside, rain whispered on the roof. Inside, the little box glowed faintly, as if licking the edges of a promise. I could feel the weight of the choice settling on me—heavy, hot, impossible.

"You are abnormal." The wizard screamed in shock. "What's your definition of normal?" Giselle asked inching towards the wizard who walked backwards. "You are a coward. You fear what you don't know." Giselle hissed as she lunged towards the wizard in full speed. The wizard snapped out, regaining his composure and stood ready to face the wolf. He opened his palm and a purple smoke ball hovered above it and with the snap of his finger, numerous purple balls of smoke disintegrated from the one smoke ball and were shot in high speed towards Giselle which she dodged gracefully.

' From the fifteen minutes of this meeting, the one thing I was sure about this warlock was his manipulative skills and trickery wickedness. "I need proof that you even know where she is," I gritted out. I wanted to lunge forward and pluck those eyeballs out of their sockets as he rolled his eyes, "You're so boring." And then, he straightened up and waved his hand in the air. My eyes lifted as I stared at the silver sparkle sprinkling out of his fingertips as it waved around. Right then, the glass wall behind him lit up. Beside me, Caleb sucked in a sharp inhale as a lady appeared in the glass. She was sitting in a rocking chair with a thick book in her lap.

He sensed my gaze, and behind the lenses of his glasses, his brown eyes narrowed cunningly, his lips curling into a smirk of delight. Damn it, I wanted him grabbed immediately! In the split second that this thought flashed through my mind, Ulysses seemed to perceive my thoughts, and my mouth instantly became unable to open, leaving only my eyes to express my anger. "You've finally noticed me. I'm delighted to see you again, my dear Cecilia," the wizard's mouth didn't move, but I could hear his voice in my ears. With a flirtatious tone, the cunning wizard placed two fingers of his right hand on his lips and blew me a coquettish kiss amidst the crowd.

The Wizard was beyond shocked because those words just passed through his ears and he didn’t gather them in his head while a hand grasp his throat again. “Majesty,” the wizard quaked with fear as he could see his death. He slapped Gabriel’s hand to free himself, but to no avail. “Tell me the rest,” remonstrated Gabriel, increasing the pressure on the wizard’s throat. He hated unfinished business. “Werewolves! a large pack!” the foam came out, and the man fell to the ground with his little life.

Laylin felt her blood run cold, “Don’t you dare come dare take another step forward!” He seemed unfazed by her threat. She used her aura and shattered the glass ceiling above them. The shattered shards rained down on them but before they could fall, stilled in the air and reversed back. With a flick of his finger, he fixed it back. Laylin’s mouth dropped open. He was an experienced wizard with far greater power than her. There was no way for her to win against him. “I’m impressed. It will be a shame to dispose of such a promising witch.” He nodded and made an offer. "Give him to me and you can leave unscathed." They stayed there for several seconds.

"I know you think that I may be out of my mind, but I beg you allow her to be whole again." He didn't say a word and retired back to the shelf. After a minute of waiting, he returned once again with the book in his hands. "My name is Zod and I can help you with the spell. You can only cast such dangerous spell in this place and no where else." He informed as he handed over the book to me. I totally understood what he was speaking about. The people believed that magic doesn't exist. And prior to being a Werewolf hunter, I believed the same theory. However, with the number of wolves I had killed, I believe magic was real.

Weak people need villains. Daniel’s voice dropped. “She’s manipulating you.” Vivienne shook her head slightly. “No… she’s explaining something.” She read the next line out loud. But hatred creates strength. And strength was the only thing that could prepare you for what comes next. Marcus frowned. “What comes next?” Vivienne reached the final paragraph. Her heart began beating faster. The key inside this envelope opens the desk drawer behind you. Vivienne turned slowly. Her father’s old desk stood against the far wall.