Wizard Cookie Run Novels & Stories

The following morning Wisdom is on the balcony of her bedroom replaying everything that has happened since she returned home. The familiar scent has been bugging the hell out of her. She’s looking at Chickpea sleeping in her rocker. “Your mommy is missing some major details." Wisdom looks toward the woods and sees a man waving at her then he vanishes. “Who in the hell are you?" She sniffs in that direction but doesn't smell anything “A Hydrid or Warlock that can hide his scent.”

Alcazar suggested. "Alright," Both Enzo and Adolf agreed. Just like planned, slowly and almost soundlessly, Alcazar sneaked up from behind Wanda, who was busy casting spells to wake the dolls. Alcazar pulled out mushroom powder from his pocket and dumped it on Wanda. But he froze with his hand halfway inside his pocket. No matter how much he tried, he couldn't move. That's when he realized that Wanda knew that he was there. But she pretended not to know with the intention of luring them out of hiding.

Nico groaned as his connection with the pack snapped. “GO! Your rogue team is waiting for you outside. I already gave them all the possible locations of the white witch. They already know what to do. Start running now before my warriors start hunting you down. Oh, and Nico, you only get five rogue warriors,” he taunted with a wicked smirk grazing his lips. “RUN.” [End of flashback] “Fuck!”

And now he was there with him again, witnessing the beginning of something new in his life. The wizard stood on his feet with a long stretch. “Don't do anything stupid,” he said. “Your body still needs rest. No running into trouble.” Wayne nodded, but they both they know he wasn't going to listen. The wizard left through the back door, with his robes trailing behind him like smoke and ghost. Wayne stood from the bed and moved to the window. Everything was beginning to make sense to him now; the sudden intense body heat, his joints and muscles twitching under the surface, and the overwhelming need to run.

That was what I thought until I concluded my investigations and I realized that the stream was poisoned from our territory because Maverick have not left this city in a while, so there is no way in hell that he could have visited king Gerald without informing anyone about it. I did not stop there, I needed to know how he got the poison and why he had used it on us. Most importantly, I needed to know how we managed to survive that poison when it could have killed all our wolves. So I did more investigations, and I realized that we have a wizard hiding under the protective banner of the white witches. The worst part of it all is that after he succeeded in poisoning the stream through Maverick,

Rescue And Reunion 2 Unknown POV When Summer shifted and went out to meet Harold, the wizard was scared. He hesitated a while and when Sunny let out that ferocious growl that shook the earth, he almost pissed himself. However, when Tina and the warlock came, he resumed his arrogance.

His legs went weak beneath him and he caught himself on the edge of a table. Fear struck through me like lightning. He, too, had been rendered paralyzed by the liquor. “Valerie!” he slurred, “Run!” I turned to do just that when the owner and his daughter blocked my path. She no longer wore the sweet curiosity that had drew me to her minutes ago. Instead, she looked wicked and knowing—a violent smile stretched over her face. My throat closed in a panic. I backed up a step, cursing myself for being so careless. I should have seen this coming. Amara had even warned me. She said not to trust wizards—but I didn’t realize they could come disguised as normal people. I hadn’t expected to meet them s

“And your friend… he’s no longer just Carter Fisher.” A cold chill slithered down my spine. I swallowed hard, but my voice came out as barely a whisper. “Then what is he?” The Wizard met my gaze—steady, unblinking. "The beginning of the Wicked.” “He wouldn’t give in to that,” I bit out, the words laced with disbelief. “Carter’s stronger than that—he wouldn’t let something like this take him.” The Wizard exhaled a slow, weary sigh, his pipe smoke curling in the dim light. “Child…” His tone had changed—softer, almost pitying. “He hasn’t told you anything, has he?”

I whispered, "It was... It belongs to someone very special, she's— not around right now," "I am sorry... Maybe I shouldn't—" "No, it's ok... Trust me," Slipping the elastic band down my wrist, I gathered my hair in my palms in a low ponytail, wrapping it around a few times to shorten the length. "If you see W.I.K.D" Al began to speak, lowering the hat on my head, tucking under whatever loose ends I missed, "Run." "I am not afraid of the wicked," "Wicked?" "Yea, pick that up from a friend,"

"You are abnormal." The wizard screamed in shock. "What's your definition of normal?" Giselle asked inching towards the wizard who walked backwards. "You are a coward. You fear what you don't know." Giselle hissed as she lunged towards the wizard in full speed. The wizard snapped out, regaining his composure and stood ready to face the wolf. He opened his palm and a purple smoke ball hovered above it and with the snap of his finger, numerous purple balls of smoke disintegrated from the one smoke ball and were shot in high speed towards Giselle which she dodged gracefully.