Wizard And Glass Audiobook Novels & Stories

My gaze was lock on the girl’s wide, terrified eyes. When suddenly I saw them move. I froze. “What the hell?” I stumbled back a step. My foot was crunching over the broken glass. For a few seconds, I just stood there, staring ahead. The painted eyes stared back at me and it was…alive. “Maids!” I shouted. One of the maids hurried in. “Yes, Sir Kael?” “Call our wizard. Now!” She bowed quickly and rushed out of the room. “Yes, Sir Kael, you called for me.”

The water snake had dissolved and the icicles shattered into the tiniest pieces. "No!" I shot up, trying to push my hands back into the orb. But it had already transformed into thick solid glass. There was nothing I could do but watch my half sister swim back up to the surface. A deep frown etched its way onto my forehead. "Cast the spell again!" I ordered the wizards. "We can't," Lohan, the most timid of the wizards replied. "That's the aspect of the spell we haven't perfected yet. We'll need a few more days to get it right."

He warned. Hades took a glance at me and then put it inside the small bag. " We are done here!" Already? I thought we would fight or do something! What was that? We fought for life just now! “Elysia.” I turned. The wizard's eyes, filled with something almost like regret, met mine. “Don’t trust the darkness. It whispers sweet lies.” And then, just like that, the candles blew out—plunging us into suffocating blackness.

But when I pressed my skin against the glass, I realized I had made a big mistake—some of the broken glass from the vial had gotten stuck on my finger and when I touched the glass, it pierced through my skin, causing my own blood to flow and press on the glass instead. Now it wasn't Mona's blood the glass would feel, it would feel mine instead and it would know I was an imposter. I was royally fucked now. And just when I was about to give up and make a break for it, the ground suddenly stopped shaking, and the room returned to the normal quiet archive. Then the glass protecting the book slid down. I was free to take it. I couldn't believe my eyes. What was happening? Did it really just work?

I thought we were allies, but in truth, I was just a pawn in her twisted game. I tightened my fists, a surge of rage coursing through me. If I lay eyes on her, I would end her myself. "The son of fire is on your trail; if he finds you, he will not hesitate to end your life, for he has awakened," the old man warned. "You’re a wizard, aren’t you?" I inquired, and he grinned knowingly. "You’ve got it right. But listen, my lips are sealed. I won’t breathe a word of your presence here. However, time is not on your side; I can see those headaches are starting to take hold."

Valerie looked at him once more and nodded in agreement and head back to the hotel. “And as for you philosepth, I swear by the blades of my sword, this will be the end for you, I promise” Phoenix indicated and wield his sword ready for combat. +++++++++++++++ “Answer me you coward” The wizard asked once more as the voice kept hunting him over and over again. He was beginning to loose his patience at this point. Suddenly a bright light shone and the darkness was over shadowed.

You are special. "These secrets are not meant for ordinary eyes, but for magical eyes," he exclaimed, a spark of realization igniting within him. "I've been approaching this all wrong!" With newfound hope, he opened the book to a random page, his gaze transfixed on its ancient words. Taking a deep breath, he uttered an incantation. "Vinjhus exharitus." Instantly, his eyeballs turned pure white, and a brilliant light radiated from the book, directly illuminating his face.

He cut himself off, jaw working, as though even saying it out loud would make it real. Mara swallowed hard. Her throat burned like she’d been screaming for hours. “What did you see?” He didn’t answer right away. Finally, he crouched, his voice low. “Like glass cracking from the inside out. Your face splitting in pieces. Not blood, not bone — just… reflections of yourself. Dozens. Hundreds. All staring back at me.” Mara hugged her knees, pressing her forehead against them. That wasn’t just his hallucination. She’d felt it too, in the void of shards.

sleep. I’m out before my phone even hits the nightstand. Somewhere far above the valley, in a place that exists between one blink and the next, Rowan Vale steps sideways through a mirror that isn’t there. He reappears in the obsidian hall of the Monastery, coffee finally cold, jacket smelling faintly of geothermal steam and 1920s gin. The First Wizard “One” waits beneath the starlight ceiling. One (voice like galaxies colliding): “Report.”

She needed an uninterrupted line of sight for that spell to work. So she resigned herself to another spell, the last spell she learned from The Tower, before she returned home. Cassana waved her arms and with another incantation, the broken glasses on the floor rose up and coalesced right above her, forming the shape of a serpent. She pointed her staff towards the misty mass in front of her and the glass serpent lurched towards it. If she was lucky, one of the thousand fragments of glass would find its way on the drow's neck and slice it open, ending her life right there.