Wizard Cookie นิยาย & เรื่องราว

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.

Desmond is the last, she smiled at him. "Good luck!" She said, and he smiled. "You too." He replied. She entered the portal, and she appears in such a room. The ceiling, the wall, and the floor is white. Everything is white inclusive the girl who's standing in front. She's floating in the air, and it seems like she's a receptionist in a hotel. "Welcome to Shibura Island, can I see your card?" The woman said she gave her card. "Congratulation for passing the first round, now you may proceed to the next one. I'll explain the rules here..." She nodded.

The witch thought for a moment, then said, “I do like to be entertained. I’ll release him to anybody who can eat a whole front door.” Big Werewolf looked at the house made from pancakes and said, “No problem, I could eat an entire house made from pancakes if I wanted to.” “That’s nothing,” said the next werewolf. “I could eat twohouses.” “There’s no need to show off,” said the witch. Just eat one front door and I’ll let you have Bunny.” Alison watched, feeling very worried. She didn’t want the witch to give Bunny to Big Werewolf. She didn’t think Bunny would like living with a kind werewolf, away from her house and all her other toys.

He said and raised his hands, a tiny container appeared on it and he pushed it to my hands. "This is a curing balm, apply it and the marks will leave instantly". He said and pointed to my neck. It turns out the bruise of his highness hand has not healed. "Why are you helping me?". I asked suspiciously. Why would a wizard want to help a vampire like myself? "Oh geezers! Why can't I help you? Is there a rule that forbids that?". He snapped back before disappearing. Damn! I hate wizards... I headed back to the room and applied the balm to my neck and just like he said the marks all disappeared.

"Trish, stop being upset. Try some of these cookies Vivian baked for you." I turned my head away. "I'm not eating them." Zeke handed me a cookie. "Come on. Just eat it, and we'll be good. Stop throwing a tantrum, and cut it out with the nonsense about your wedding." I immediately smelled the faintest hint of mango in the cookie and quickly tossed it aside. "This is mango-flavored. Are you trying to kill me?" Zeke's expression darkened. "Trish, what are you doing? Vivian made these cookies herself. We've checked, and there's no mango in it. Stop being paranoid!"