Wizard Cookie Novels & Stories

“I don’t care whose idea it was; what happened?” “Okay,” Steph said. “So I was with Wils and Ronan had Christa, and—” “Did he ever,” Christa muttered. Steph ignored her. “We left together. The guys knew which cabins we were staying in and they took us on a trail that led from the back side of the deck. We all ended up at my cabin. Wils had snagged a bottle of some kind of really good liqueur—” “Tasted like pomegranate juice,” Christa said. “It does amazing things to gin.”

Jenny told her and Erica nodded thoughtfully. “Next to Sparkle is Whisker, he is in charge of the sweet treats. Unlike Sparkle, he likes to use a magical whisk” Jenny said and Erica watched as he whipped up fluffy clouds of whipped cream and spun sugar into intricate designs. His creations seemed to dance on the plate, enticing all who beheld them.

Cecilia looked at me as if she were admiring some curious object, her voice tinged with curiosity. "Oh, of course, if you were willing to know more about me, you would understand that I'm not quite the typical wizard rumored about," I paused, glancing again at Phoebe, who was now motionless in the woman's arms, before continuing, "And forgive me, Your Highness Cecilia, but a wizard's true name isn't something to be disclosed casually." "Hm," Cecilia sneered, approaching me and, under the vigilant gaze of everyone, used one of Phoebe's black feathers to lift my chin, "Mr. Wizard, it seems you don't quite grasp your situation?"

she smiles. “Shrinking logs is complicated, but this…” I say, waving my slightly trembling hands around the hut, “... this isn’t complicated?” “I’m a Venusian Witch,” she says as if that ought to explain everything. I wait, too befuddled to make a smart comment. “It’s the one bit of my magic honed to perfection. I can turn any space beautiful, even when I’m at my weakest. It’s pretty much the only kind of magic I’m allowed to perform.”

Anyways younger and more intelligent souls, like me, believe that we lived in a sort of mutual hatred before the situation of the vampire queen. She was a beautiful, elegant young or, technically very old queen and even I and all of the other pups respected her at the time. Blonde, almost white hair, so shiny it would blind you and so caring, nonviolent, unlike her dick husband. “ Nice to see you too, wolves, “ the vampire prince said. “ You better have a damn good reason why you’re in our territory again or else—” JJ said “ Or else what?” Joline interrupted, “ you’ll rip his head off? “ she scoffs looking up from her phone.

It's just some random number. *Hello, sweetie!* It says. Probably some drunk slut who hit the wrong number. As I want to delete this I get another text. *It's me, Monika. Don't dare to ignore me!* She texted. How the hell did she get my switzgerman number? ... (to be continued)

" Hello. Welcome to Chez Valentine. I'm Rejoice and I'll be your waitress for tonight. Please what can I get you for a start?" " What would you like?" Anderson asks. " Anything that's not alcohol." I say. " Your finest wine please." Anderson tells the waitress. She nods and walks out. I'm in badly need of alcohol right now but I can't have one, not on a date with Anderson. I just have to hold back the anger and go back to my apartment to sulk and drink. " Are you okay?" Anderson asks. I shouldn't be mad and annoyed right now. Anderson has definitely worked his ass off to pull this off like every other date. I put on a big smile on my face and replied.

Corey cried in frustration, thrusting two eggs in his direction, which he had clearly produced out of thin air. “Is everything all right in there?” Serendipity called from the living room, obviously hearing the frustration in Corey’s voice even if she couldn’t make out the words. “Everything is fine,” he assured her, infusing his voice with some fake cheer. “You know what, on second thought….” He waved his hands again and the eggs became a plate of perfectly frosted gingerbread men. “Well, that’s all fine and good,” Mr. Waddlebug stated sharply, holding the magical silver platter as if it were made of poison. “But if you’re simply going to create cookies for your guests, what do you need me

"I know Sabrina. When Luke touched me, something inside me woke up. Remember when we were in the mall? That pain I felt was so excruciating. Everytime I felt pain, I knew something inside me woke up." "So, does it mean that you also have a wizard spirit?" Azrael asked. I shook my head no. Their forehead creased in confusion. I smiled at them and uttered the word that made them flabbergasted. "I am the Wizard." Yes, there were five of us---I am the wizard, Xandra is the wolf, Val is the vampire, Willow is the witch and Damona is the demon. "But how come you don't have any wand? Wizard used their wand to release their magic but I never saw you using your wand." Sabrina said, confused.

However, his signature smirk persisted, refusing to leave his face. "Sure." With a cunning, satisfied smile, she arranged the cookies on a plate, distributing them to everyone except Wyatt. Despite his anticipation, she turned away just as he reached for them. "Hey, Silas, would you like some cookies?" Her voice lingered on Silas' name, a deliberate move that made Wyatt cringe. Turning towards the others, Hazel extended the plate to them, relishing the moment as if Wyatt's presence no longer affected her. Everyone emerged except Hazel, engrossed in taking off her apron and washing her hands. She snatched the last cookie between her lips, savoring the moment.