Wizard Curses Novels & Stories

That was an advanced spell, the Curse of the Dead. It had a 50 percent chance of killing the target instantly. There was a fifty percent chance of surviving, but no one would dare take the risk to fight the spell. Wilbur teleported and moved around in the spacious office. However, the Curse of the Dead had locked onto Wilbur. It kept changing directions and chased him around. Wilbur did not just move around. He also formed seals with his hands. He placed his palms together after a few seconds and shouted, "Eye of the Dark."

"They broke the rules. T h o s e... w i z a r d s... h a s... g i v e n... s a c r i f i c e... o f... a n... i n n o c e n t... a n d... g a v e... h i m... t h e... i m m o r t a l i t y... s p e l l. He is an immortal now and you can think what powers he has. He is going to destroy this world."

He couldn't see what it was the enchanter was in a feud with clearly but he mananaged to see two heads, each with three horns that twisted in and out, about 20 inches long, and a tail with spikes attached to a large globule with wicked, gleaming skewers, something he would've sworn was a mere hallucination. Then all of a sudden, a loud scream of “Invocasi Repelleos!!!” filled the air and a blazing, interwoven locks of green and blue energy shot out of his wand? And landed heavily on the creature possessing two heads, causing both the beast and the wizard to jolt backwards as the force of the spell was massive. Like the flame of a candle setting ablaze a forest, the spell began to grow bigge

Described as the power of witchery and sorcery, he asked church leaders to stand fast against it. Saducismus Triumphatus was the first to reference a spell capsule called the Witch's Bottle. They also knew it as a Bottled Spell. Made from clay, glass, or stone, it was counter-divination. It was protection against other covens, curses, and hexes. These bottles could contain nails, the urine of the victim, and thorns. They often filled them with hair, menstrual blood, wine, and bone. However, the spells in the bottle would only work if kept hidden and intact.

Minos, again stating the obvious. "I prefer wizard." Cassana answered. "Whatever. It makes sense now, why you know so much... You from The Tower?" "Of course. Unranked." "Really? For how long?" "Five years." "Five years? You're not a very good wizard then." Cassana moved the staff lower, "careful, I could still cut your friend's arm off." "You couldn’t. I know what that is, it’s a binding spell, only meant to incapacitate, not to maim."

In truth I wasn’t even sure I could stand on these horrifically unsteady legs. “I don’t understand why you’re not shuddering with pleasure.” He murmured. “You’re trying to hurt me. What don’t you understand?” “But my magic should make it-make you…You’re very odd.” He finished abruptly. “I haven’t quite figured it out yet. But I’m sure Old Veline is involved.” I sensed he was shaking his head. “Witch.” He stepped back from me. I gathered my legs under me and slowly let go of one ring. Putting my hand on the wall to keep from swinging into it. I slowly released the other ring and immediately my legs gave.

The crown hummed a lullaby in Romanian, Welsh, German, Japanese, and cabbage-scented love. Celeste Valentina Morua—14-year-old white-blonde Blood Wizard, Level 1, Crown equipped

Emily smiled gratefully and two of them sat down on mats that had already been placed for them. Two women and two men came in and stood before them. "Can you tell by looking which one is the most powerful and decipher who's the witch, wizard, and sorcerer amongst them?" Emily closed her eyes and tried to concentrate. "You should know that the difference between these three is that. Witches cast spells, and are nothing without spells and potions. Wizards are witches who have read and read till they've memorized the spells. They've gone deeper and done serious research and now possess more knowledge than the average witch, that translates to power. While witches have to call out the spells wit