Wizard Fantasy Novels & Stories

My eyes were fixated on the witch at the top of the stairs thinking of all the ways I could kill her. 'Her blood will taste amazing,' Cinnabar was huffing and pacing in my mind. He was the only reason I'd made small progress of moving my arms. We could feel through the connection that Eloise was in pain. She was distressed. 'The pups,' my wolf growled out. A snarl ripped through my lips sounding muffled but loud enough to make the witch turn to us once again. She rolled her orange eyes at me stepping down the stairs with her arms crossed.

“Permanent?” “Yep.” I crunched the bacon. “Grandma says it’s unique to me. She was never turned vampire. She was just a very strong Wizard. No take-backs.” Mom reached for me like I might vanish. “Are you… okay?” “I’m fine. Sun doesn’t burn, either. Bonus.” I leaned forward, ruby eyes steady in Mom’s terrified ones. Dont worry I don't need to drink blood to Survive. The magic sustains Me remember im a wizard. “But I’m done running and I’m done with the feud. Today I’m offering Seras co-op. Equal partnership. Two families, one vein. No more kneeling. We share the spiral or we let it die together.”

Zion takes off running while growling, “Shut up.” I had no idea which direction we were going, or how we suddenly ran across a magic shield. I started hearing fighting and smelling the metallic smell of blood. I told Zion, “I think we found where the help is needed. I can tell this shield is specifically for dark magic, and I was wondering why. As we kept walking, I cringed, “Zion, walk quietly. We have to find out where the blood is coming from.” Zion agreed, “Stealth walk is engaged.” I rolled my eyes at him. I swear, I am twenty-two years old and my tiger acts like a freaking preteen. We walked slowly and found nearly on hundred dark warlocks running toward a house. I’m sort of new to thi

Cover courtesy of eroticdarkfantasy.art on I*******m. ********** This is a particularly dark erotica with horror elements. Please read with caution. ********** A wave of power coursed over me and I suddenly wanted to curl into a ball. His fury was like being caught in a whirlwind. I felt like I couldn't breathe. He shoved me back against a tree and caught my chin. "You think you're a clever girl but let me be very clear. You open this pretty mouth of yours..." He trailed a thumb roughly over my lips. Dragging over the bottom one. "Not only will I have you thrown in WitchFall, but everyone you care about."

The hiding of the clan, however, is the real horror of this world I now live in. The Blackclaw clan hides in the space between worlds, or so I’ve eavesdropped/heard Krono explain one time. On one side, the clan borders the dark forest of a world full of monsters. It is said that the dark forest hides vampires, extinct in be human world, witches and warlocks like Krono, and other human myths come to life. It is said that Lorez found a magical stone that teleported him to this world, where he first met Krono. From there, the tyranny that is Blackclaw began.

Chills spread over me in response and I sunk into his arms, watching the wizard and his little one prance back through the woods. I haven’t met a wizard before but I knew they were naturally very nice creatures. Vampires live among mortals for easy access to blood but wizards and healers don’t need that kind of environment. I wasn’t sure what to expect until we stood in the middle of the thick brush forest, looking for any sign of homes or villages. Nothing was out here. The wizard looked up and Justin and I did the same, jumping back as a rope ladder fell from the heavens. The little one went first, her climbing speed unmatched by the older man. Justin pressed me over his shoulder and climb

The Children of the Blessed were idiots; they were fools. "Other than more recruits for me, and you staying well away from the wall, we have no idea what all these attacks mean," the mercenary continued. Particularly if the High Wiz begin to show up— or, worse still, one of the High Lords. They would make the virelya appear to be canines. I examined her rough, scarred hands, which were dried out by the weather. "Have you ever encountered a different kind of Witch?" "You don't want to know, girl—not unless you want to be hurling up your breakfast," she said as her eyes closed.

Every story has a beginning, some good, some bad, mine has never been a happy one, no matter who, or how I tell it, nobody will believe me. I can't rely on the people in my life, My parents ignore me, or are cruel to me, my friends are unreliable, and aren't trustworthy either. So what happens when I turn 16 years old, and run away from my problems to another world, only to find myself in the same magical world I played make belief in as a kid? With heartbreak at every turn, and a possible new relationship on the horizon, what could possibly go wrong in this world that hasn't happened to me on Earth?!

As he walked in the opposite direction I followed him and noticed that watchman watching me I smiled at him as creepily as my face could muster and walked away from his sight. The watchman probably be thinking that I was some kind of maniac or stalker but I didn't care what he thinks but one thing was for sure I would never follow someone without his or her consent. Or there were political matters involved that was q completely different situation. I knew many human written novels represent werewolves as an obsessive lover, a stalker, a dominating jerk. The truth was just like humans we also had good and bad among us and I knew about these novels because I'd heard about them from my brother.

“I don’t want to know if I’m evil. I’ve gone my whole life without using magic. I don’t need to use it. But I do need to figure out what happened to Winter.” “Then, you’re going to have to get help from someone else.” Glinda snapped her fingers, and a business card appeared. It was black, with gold lettering on it. Mordred Orkney, Wizard. “Wizard?” Nora asked. “I thought male witches were called warlocks.” “They are,” said Glinda, “wizards aren’t warlocks. Wizards are humans that use magic like drugs. They inject it into their system. They’re not born with it. Enchantresses are the same thing.”