Wizard Arrow Beyblade Novels & Stories

A wizard that can par to Marvellion Ancienterre. Here he is, been mocked by this insolent kid. A disrespectful brat. He will show this kid that he shall be feared. A black solid ball wrapped by a very prominent intensifying lightning formed on his right palm. This is the full force of his magic; supreme ultimate sacred magic: Enoxial bemothe.

- You too! He waved his staff, dozens of spikes flew towards the people. Maetjer held out his open palms to meet them, the spikes crashing against the green-flaming air. The sorcerer roared furiously, a sparkling beam of energy erupted from his hand, slashed through the air like a bright whip, and struck Matzher in the chest. He stepped back slightly, caught the tip of the beam with his palm, and seemed to pull the sorcerer.

I want him to look me in the eye and command his white smoke to eat him, and immediately his white smoke attacks him. “Aahhhh!!!” I heard him shouting. He tried to fight back but he can’t fight anymore, because it is his smoke attacking him that makes him weak. Not me. I know it is painful for him to be attacked by his energy, but I have no choice. He is unstoppable, that is why he needed to be stopped, and that is what I am doing. I made him look at me because I want him to see that it is not an illusion like what he did. It is real, his white smoke is attacking him for real, ready to kill him and little by little his light is shutting down and he is getting weak. I am absorbing his energy.

As the Captain of the 2nd Caravel ship, Major Fontana shouted his order, all the Wizard Division Soldier that were dressed valiantly, in White and Blue Aeternum Military Combat uniform, stood tall on their spots that were on the top most deck, and all of them were casting a Tier 1 Magic spell of Wind elemental call ‘Breeze Blast’. it was a magic attacks that produced a strong wind blast on a single direction, capable of blowing off anything in it’s path. Everyone that watched the broadcast, were expecting that the Caravel Sails and mast would be blown off, by the many Wizards casting the same spell in one single direction, but instead they were all shocked to see that the mast and the sail o

I yell from my tree cover to Adrian's. "I left my wallet at the orphanage," He audaciously jokes. "Just do it!" While Adrian stalls the creature, I re-attempt to conjure a bow. "You will need an arrow too." Blizzard intervenes. The pulsing power travels down my arm into the hovering hand. I can do it... I believe in myself... Crystalizing jingles compel me to open my eyes. A light blue phoenix-shaped bow replaces the dagger. The draw weights and limbs have the shape of wings, while the arrow resembles the head and tail of the majestic creature.

' Zaykee is gritting his teeth, glaring at the King as he thought this. Now, Zaykee began to release his unique light aura, so a huge shockwave, but transparent traveled from his feet towards the end of the corners in this massive old warehouse in a shape of a circle. He took a deep breath as the two white bracelets with the symbol of the sun in the center. Then, he lifts his right arm at his right side, opening his right palm. A medium lengthened double H sword with a tint of white and gold appeared beside his palm, so he gripped the grip of the sword and slashed it in the air in front of him diagonally to the left.

I need a weapon and must shift in order to look. The large room I land in has one piece of furniture with four bare walls. I hit gold when I discover the only cabinet holds weapons. I choose a well-balanced long sword with a jeweled handle. Getting it up to the tower room takes a bit of diligence, but I manage by holding it tight in my talons. As an eagle shifter, I have certain abilities greater than an ordinary eagle but not grossly so, and the sword pushes the limits of what I can carry. Once I've lugged it inside, I rest it on the bed and shift.

I felt a new wave of power course through my body and I could feel all the vibrations of the sextuplet Alphas. “This is our birthday gift to you, Zara,” Aunt Aira said while smiling. “This wheel contains our spirit energies combined together to heal you instantly if you are ever attacked with Wolfsbane. The 18 spokes represent the number of times you can survive a Wolfsbane attack,” she added. “Plus 18 represents this virgin sucker’s waiting period too,” Dy laughed and Jax flicked his forehead making Dy glare at his brother and soon enough the two were fighting again with each other clubbed with embarrassing name calling.

Sweat trickled down his forehead. “Please,” I heard Evanore say. Anastasios Martas slowly stood aside. Saraya held Evanore up with evident effort and the two crouched down as Evanore reached for the globe. “What is that?” I asked. And then felt a slicing pain in my back. Saraya screamed. I turned around and saw a wizard holding a dagger with a black goo at the tip and with the way my body trembled I knew it was poison.

This would end tonight. Jaiyana crouched low on Shan’s back, white tiger muscles coiled beneath her like steel springs. Her heart beat in perfect synchrony with his, every instinct honed to a single purpose: defeat Maximus. The Chakram of Indra spun at her side, a silver wheel of fire ready to sever anything in its path. The Vajra Spear crackled with lightning, humming with power to pierce and shatter even the strongest enchantments. And the Trident of Varuna gleamed in the moonlight, its three prongs capable of pinning, piercing, and controlling the colossal demon before them.