Wizard Fiction Novels & Stories

The vampires were arriving a week earlier than expected and the preparations still weren’t completed. I suddenly remembered the story of “The Wizard of Oz”. It was one of my favorites. My mother read it to me regularly and, when I was old enough I read it on my own, I did so over and over again. I loved the way Dorothy was able to click her heels and return to the safety of her home. How I longed to be Dorothy just then.

Willow sat with the white book in her lap, her fingers gently grazing the soft leather as she hesitated to open it. She felt the familiar warm hand on her upper back as she glanced over to her lover. He nodded slowly, encouraging her to take the next step. She took a deep breath, slipping her fingers beneath the cover and opened it. For a second nothing happened, but then a bright white light blinded her vision as she felt a force pull her very essence from her body. On instinct she wanted to fight it, but she knew she needed to surrender in order to receive the answers she needed. So, she let go. She relaxed her body, cleared her mind and the intensity of the white light lessened until her

It was just a tale but he proved it right when he saw my reaction. “Your eyes couldn’t lie. You are so transparent.” he said like he knew me for a very long time. I couldn’t stand him looking at me straight, so I left his eyes first. Then, he talked about the deal. “You are a witch, right? Then make a love potion and steal my brother’s heart.” he proposed. “You are insane.” I told him. I learned nothing about spells, magic and potions. Not even a single one. My mother didn’t introduce me to any form of it. Witchcraft was forbidden and was punishable by death, now and forever.

I tapped his cheeks, "Please open your eyes and tell me what to do? Why did you have to confront him?" "Your blood" he rasped and I was confused, "my blood?" "I was bitten by him, and a werewolf fang on a wizard is fatal, only the blood of a witch or wizard can neutralize its poison" "Alright, just tell me what to do" "Take a chalk, draw a circle and place me within it, then walk around the circle seven times chanting the karachika mantra, then cut yourself and let the blood drop on the injury"

I wondered what the new development was, anyways, since he did not bother to share, I will not be digging my grave by asking questions that are unrelated to me. In order not to attract attention, I disguised myself and went into the public library. Although I'm the Alpha's favourite, Not many wolves were happy with the decisions made by Alpha Adrian and I love my life. I entered the library and went into the wizardry section, the books on wizardry were not much, I realized that this particular gift was rare. The book I saw was not much. I sat down on the chair and opened the book to read "The practice of magic is called wizardry".

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.

With a quick flick of the wrist and some foreign word, the smoke was sucked away as if it had never happened. “Again?” Barrett asked, sounding annoyed as usual. “I told you it wasn’t an exact science. I don’t know how this first wizard did it, and his notes are cryptic as hell. You try to read this shit,” Blake snapped, tossing a tattered leather bound journal at him. “What are we doing?” I asked, still confused about what had happened.

"For you to go to my territory. "You are not a monster" I said because I felt it... I have the ability to know if a creature is a monster based on their energy. It only failed with that girl because I couldn't feel any energy coming from her. "That's true because I'm a Mage— a sorcerer," the old man replied, who was pulled back by my soldiers. Because people are more afraid of witches. The mage has the power like a god... but has the heart of a demon. I immediately pointed the blade of my weapon at the old mage "Then it's not our god you worship..." I shouted then quickly attacked but someone blocked my sword... the girl with orange eyes, like a lightning flaming weapon suddenly appeared in

I demanded, "and I will decide if you deserve freedom." The wizard raised his hands, and a dense mist enveloped everything around us. My muscles tensed, ready to strike at the slightest hint of treachery. But as the mist swirled and danced, I realized it wasn't a trap, but rather a medium for the wizard's tale. "In the beginning of the kingdom, wolves and witches lived cordially," his voice echoed through the swirling haze, carrying with it a sense of ancient wisdom. My attention was drawn to the mist, where ethereal figures began to take shape, weaving a vivid tapestry of the past.

I tend to do that a lot. “How surprising.” Sungul drawled out sarcastically. She motioned for me to sit down, her wand appearing swiftly with the snap of her fingers. As my teacher impatiently waited for me to take a seat on my stool, her wand began to ooze a lavender mist. “A familiar is a bond.” Sungul began, “A link that transcends boundaries of the physical realm and the spiritual. You are your familiar and your familiar is you, inextricably bound. Some, as you may have already seen, take the form of animals,” A flurry of different animals appeared before me. From a slew of fluffy mammals to a heap of reptiles. A flock of birds flapping their wings and a lot of aquatic animals swimming a