Wizard Cookie Novels & Stories

The light finally vanishes within a few minutes, and we behold the figure of someone dressed in a thick black cloak, with his or her face obstructed, probably intentionally so we wouldn't figure out who he or she is. "Oh fuck, you've got to be kidding me," Damon says beside me, and I turn to look at him with wonder, wondering what the hell is going on. "Who is that?" "That is a fucking wizard," he says, and my eyes go wide. "And he doesn't look like a minor. Looks like someone that will probably be above the beta rank." I gulp the moment he says that, with my lips trembling. So this wizard standing in front of us is actually a second command to whoever the leader of his coven might be?

The place was quiet, with only a few patrons sat in booths, and the scent of freshly made waffle cones filled the air. Ryker pulled open the door, letting me step inside first. The cold air hit me instantly, making me shiver under his jacket. I stepped up to the counter, scanning the flavors on display. There were the classics—vanilla, strawberry, chocolate—but there were also some weird ones, like lavender honey and something called “unicorn delight,” which was a suspicious shade of blue. As I debated my choices, Ryker’s voice rumbled beside me. “Vanilla,” he told the cashier.

He leaned casually in the door frame observing them quietly, without letting them about his presence. “What are you doing Hazel?” Minerva asked her while fixing her doll’s hair. “I am making Vanilla shampoo Minerva. For you.” They both had not seen him. Hazel was cooking some deliciously smelled concoction on the stove. No doubt he liked Hazel a lot. She had this lively and chirpy personality. The girl who was at first scared of werewolves, was actually a Ph.D. in the subject. She could tell facts and figures about the werewolf communities which even werewolves were not aware of.

I exclaimed looking at Vira. Vira looks pale while looking at Harry's tablet, I look at Vira with a frown. Why does Vira's face look like it doesn't show an aura of enthusiasm like this? I elbowed Vira's arm again, the girl quickly looked at me with her pale face. "I don't think this is good Kirey, I was thinking of something else after reading this news!" she said as she handed the tablet to Harry "Wait a minute, did you research that place too?"

I’m holding the spoon in my hand so tightly that it’s only when Quill nudges me, his eyes wide, that I realize I’ve bent it in half. “Are you on steroids or something?” he whispers under his breath, his eyes holding a mixture of fascination and awe. “And can I have whatever you’re having? That is so seriously cool! Wait let me try!” He tries it with a fork and, after a grunt, fails. I completely turn my back on where Jesse and Veronica are sitting together—she’s practically in his lap at this point—and I look at Quill, “Do you want to sneak out and see if we can meet Beth?”

“This would keep her for now before her wolf completes the final process. I must at this point make a very important statement. The witches are fully operating and are finding various mechanisms to stop you all. This is just one of the ways in which they would use. You must learn to stop them!” They all nodded... And one by one, they thanked the wizard... and as were about leaving when the wizard stopped them. “I must warn you of a certain mole amongst you... So... BEWARE...!” and with that, the wizard disintegrated into thin air..., leaving everyone in a state of utter confusion.

The mowing team had finally been persuaded to drive away, making the other two join them both. “Here, let me go and get something then.” I turned to the house and ran inside. The sooner they were able to clean up all that blood, the less likely someone would try to stop and help. Reaching inside the house, I turned to the macarons I had left over from last night. I had about two dozen left of the assorted cookies; I always brought more home with me when I baked them at the bakery. “These should do, the sugar should make the healing kick in faster.” I handed them to the Viking, who took a handful and shoved them into his mouth. “Thsm arrr mamsjng!” He said through a mouthful of cookies.