Wizard Fantasy Novels & Stories

“You’re not a magician. Close. But no.” “Close?” I repeated. “Well, on the surface anyway.” “Am I a wizard?” “Nope.” “Hmmm….” I had no idea what I was missing, and the fact that his hand was on me was distracting. “Are there others like me in the woods?” “Yes,” he said quickly.

Let me tell you everything inside, my neck is still numb," he said in a serious tone. ***** "How can I tell her the truth? I'm afraid she might faint again." Ibrahil wanted to spill it out only that he doesn't know how she will react. The truth will turn her world upside down, but then again she deserves to know. She brought Andrea into his world, the world of Encantados. They are different from humans because they possess magical powers. They live in a realm invisible to them. They can pretend as humans to find a mate and lure them or enchant them so they can live with them. They can only love once. Whoever owns their heart will own them forever.

Ginny followed his line of sight, and her eyes immediately filled with flames of hatred. Victoria! Worried that Victoria might escape, Ginny hurried forward without uttering a word. Before she could take more than a few steps, she noticed people descending the stairs behind Victoria. Ginny saw one of them. It startled her and made her cry out in shock. That person's face was completely disfigured, her eyes concealed behind bandages. This sudden appearance, bathed in harsh light, was genuinely terrifying. Based on her recollections, Ginny thought for a moment. Her voice wavered, "Cindy?"

He's the one searching for a fight, not me. “We are from the house of Ahvaz. You already know me and my other companion.” Havoc stated. He cocked his head and looked at me, as if studying me. “We've never seen anything like this person before. “Who is she, and who dispatched her?” “She-” I cut Tristan off. I stood straights and faced them confidently. “My name is Apharryll Weliche, and I am a wizard from the family of Ahvaz. Tauru was said to have something planned for us, which is why we came here. Now, if you don't mind, please allow us the opportunity to speak with him.”

The apprentice waziri Jordan rushed into the chamber where his master Viktor and fellow black waziri Andre sat at a wooden table, studying an ancient parchment. “Master, he’s alive!” Jordan exclaimed breathlessly. The two waziri looked up at the excited young apprentice. “Calm down,” Viktor admonished him. “A wizard should not allow himself to become so emotional.” Jordan nodded and took several deep breaths, calming himself. “I’m sorry, Master,” he said when he had collected himself. “Now, who is alive?” Viktor asked. “The stable hand we sacrificed to the zombies last night. He has returned from the dead without any help from our magic.”

No one would be paying much mind to a rotting old house in the south-side of the city. The stench of rot burned my nose as I trudged my way down to the basement, the floorboards whining with every step I took. Before my candle even lit my path, I could hear his deep, aching groans. “Gods, what took you so long?” he moaned. “I’ve been stabbed. I need medical attention!” “Stabbed?” I asked, more curious than outraged. “By who?” “The girl,” said the wizard. “Send me out of Orheroad. I used magic to stop the bleeding, but you must send me out of this place. I’m needed back at the Divine Spirit as quickly as possible.

He looked old and if he was a wizard it meant he was at least double the age he looked to be. We shifted back and I stood naked in front of the wizard. ”Give us the girl, she who is half the child of darkness and half the abomination of your kind. Give us the girl and we will be resilient, give us the girl and you might get to live. Refuse to do as asked, and we will wreak havoc upon your pack and your people and we will not stop until every last one of you is dead!” I looked at James who was still in his wolf form. He and Alex were baring their teeth, snarling at the wizard.

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.

As soon as the door closed, she cried, feeling sad and aggrieved. … “The day has finally arrived!” one of the elders said with a heavy sigh as they looked at the sky which was on fire afar. It was the city. And from the city came countless flying vehicles, heading to the mountains. Obviously, they are going to catch all the witches and wizards and use them – their blood, as a sacrifice to stop the world from ending. “I have already casted an invisibility spell in the mountains to deter them and keep them from finding where we are.” Another elder said. “Everyone, hurry up!” he yelled.

The river swallowed him whole, the dark water closing over his head, and I could not see him anymore. On the mountain, Azrian was lifting Isora into his arms, her body limp, her head lolling against his shoulder, her dark hair hanging down like a curtain of silk. The wizard stood beside him, his scarred face hidden beneath his hood, his hands raised as if he were performing some kind of spell, his fingers twisting in the air like he was weaving threads of shadow and light. His lips were moving, whispering words that I could not hear, but I could feel the power of them, cold and ancient and hungry. Before I could move, before I could scream, before I could do anything, they disappeared. One m