Wizard Forest Novels & Stories

He won’t be caged again. My magic erupts out of me with a loud, pain filled scream, that drops me to my knees. The ground beneath me ripples as my magic burst free, my new forest friend rising to my aide. Shadows dance and take shape as they burst from the woods, grabbing wolves and throwing them away from us. Roots snap out of the ground like spears, launching themselves toward the wolves who hadn’t moved closer. Several wolves are flung away, vines latching on and burning their skin as they rip them off of Kai, before anyone even understood what was happening.

"It's said to have healing properties unlike anything else in the world and can separate the blood of the original creature from mixed blood that didn’t come from their roots. If we can find it and brew it into a potion, there's a chance it could cure her majesty of the Dire werewolf's curse." Arnold frowns, his brow furrowed with concern. "But the Forbidden Forest is dangerous," he points out. "We'll need to be careful if we're going to make it through alive." The witch nods solemnly. "I know, your majesty. But we don't have a choice. Hazel's life is on the line, and we can't afford to waste any time."

Okay? “It is not just any random forest. It is the Enchanted Forest, the territory of Henrietta, a powerful witch. She has set barriers and traps around the entire forest,” Derek said, and my eyes widened. Wait. How was I supposed to cross a forest laid out with traps of a witch?

"The beast king's palace is built on neutral lands, which is pretty far from our wizardry forest -but why does he always dumps the bodies in our wizardry forest after killing them?" "I don't know, maybe you should ask him when we visit his palace" She pushed me away from her and threw me a glare, I simply laughed at her expression. "I hate you" she said. "I love you too, baby" I replied and blew her a kiss, but she dodged it. "Don't talk to me" she ran off and I quickly chased after her. ★★★★★ Third person's point of view. WIZARDRY FOREST. It was still daytime, but it's very dark inside the wizardry forest and a mere human wouldn't find his or her way inside.

Or maybe… it was something else. “So… we’re leaving in the morning?” I asked, already bracing myself for another long trek through whatever cursed terrain waited beyond the horizon. Routine. Predictable. Safe—at least, that’s what I told myself. But the Wizard didn’t answer right away. His fingers tightened around his staff, eyes flicking to the window as if the shadows outside might be listening. “You must approach with extreme caution,” he said finally, voice low and deliberate. “The Shadowvale isn’t just where the Wicked’s power thrives—it’s where he was born into what he is now.”

I'll be in the fourth square, I think five hours will be enough for me. Half an hour later, the beast quickly raced through the forest. In about two hours I'll go away from the villages, then check for the absence of werewolves and people nearby, and you can reset your strength. The forest animal itself scatters to the sides as soon as I start the process. Today's reset is enough for a week and a half of normal existence. I was glad that the ordered diffuser artifact was ready.

Chaos says. I stop looking at him. "You are a wolf, and you are my enemy," I say. He is trying to get inside my head like Bruce did. I stop and listen to Chaos. I try to use my magic to hear what is going on inside Chaos's head. I can see the others and Umbra. They are planning something. They are planning to kill my father's pack and take me hostage. "You will never see it through!" I scream at him. I shift into my wolf and attack Chaos. He is not dying quick enough for me. "DIE!" I howl.

Making my back arch until my shoulders flattened against the table. Next to me the tipped candle caught the cloth afire. Blooming into an orange flame as he entered me. It spread wildly and I tossed my head to look at it. Panting nervously. “Don’t worry about that.” He waved a dismissive hand and the fire doused as if a bucket had been thrown on it. The black hole in the tablecloth smoking haplessly. Warlock magic. I yelped and clawed at the tablecloth. He growled low in his throat and stroked deeply into me. Withdrawing until only the heavy tip lingered inside. Then he eased back in. Embedding deeply again and making me gasp from the foreign feeling of being pushed open.

If I could just get to safety— The trees ahead of me exploded. A monstrous figure stepped through the flames. I barely had time to register the sheer size of it—easily fifteen feet tall, its body made of coal and molten fire. Its glowing ember eyes locked onto me, burning with something far worse than rage. Purpose. A deep, distorted voice rumbled through the clearing. “The time has come.” The air turned heavy, crackling with unnatural energy. My wolf recoiled, instinctively knowing we were facing something beyond our world. "We shall claim the Helm of the Gifted."

Owlyn asked her mistress in a concerned voice, "You're not going into that wood, aren't you, my lady? We don't know if this wingless crawler is telling us the truth." "No," Vasilisa said. Owlyn let out a sigh of relief. Obviously, no sane person would venture into a place called the Wood of a Thousand Deaths. It sounded pretty much self-explanatory already. But then the sorceress turned around again and added, "We can't go there unless I make her an amulet." It took Cassandra a moment to absorb this statement. "An amulet?" "Yes," the princess said. "You won't last a day in the Wood of a Thousand Deaths without an amulet or some sort of enchantment. But without my wand, I can't conjure it out