Wizard Forest Novels & Stories

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.

Green as spring and just as wild. My chest constricts. My pulse hammers. The wolf inside me prowls, restless and snarling for release. Ours. The word rips through me, raw and fierce like a growl. I grit my teeth, fighting to keep the beast inside. No. No, no, no. She can’t be here. This palace is meant for the powerful: royalty, lords, and chosen delegates. So why is a witch like her striding beside the High Witch herself?

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.

Unknown Location ‘Eva may be the mirror’s chosen, but he was the one who made it.’ The candle’s flame does not flicker, even though the wind howls outside the stone walls. The tower stands tall and still, hidden in a forgotten fold of the world where time runs sideways and memory lingers like dust on every surface. The White Wizard sits cross-legged within a ring of runes, hand-carved over centuries into the floor’s cold stone. His breath is slow. Steady. His fingers hover just above the crystal pool in front of him. The surface begins to stir.

"Like a wife, children... grandchildren maybe?" "Hmm, not that I know of," she replied. "Even if someone in the village was related to him, I don't think they'd own up. Granark is still considered a fugitive." My mind was racing, searching for every possible way I could reach this wizard, and when it finally settled on one--the only logical one--I turned to Hammond and asked in a voice coated with determination, "Where is this Forbidden Forest?" Her sea blue eyes expanded. "You want to go in there?"

His foot was glued on the ground while the beast moved at a deadly pace going down the wide cracked stairs towards their direction. “That is Harewyn, guardian of this forest. We are near the mountain boundary of Mirasaen and Velidia. I’ll be using the Vanire more or less four times to conserve my energy. The Winter Region is a bit far if you are going to travel by horse. Maybe it will take you a week.” “That far?” His eyes broadened. He must learn how to use the transportation magic so that traveling in this world would be handy. Winzi giggled. “You dream about learning the Vanire, but I highly doubt it. Mortal can’t use that kind of power even you can wield magic.”

The name given must have a reason. “I don’t know.” The professor said. Ares left the professor feeling more distressed than before. Where could he find the information he needed? He rode fast down the road, through the woods, and over the bridge until he was finally back in the castle. He spent the rest of his day reading every book about werewolfs in the library. He noticed that many of them were taken. It must be Aria. His heart sank thinking of her again. Between the agonizing thoughts and feelings and the processing of all the information he was reading, he somehow fell asleep. In his dream, he saw his younger self drowning.

“You do not really have to do this if you can’t.” “No, I would like to do this and save Mukura and vengeance for my father!” “Okay, let us begin with your specialty and if I recall correctly it is lightning?” She begins teaching him the basics of using lightning. Meanwhile, Mukura is arrives at her destination, at the White Witch Enchanted Forest, also known as the Alabaster Weald. “Well this is a bummer! I was hoping there was nothing that would try to hinder, but either way this is going to be fun!” she lays her hand on the barrier and opens up a part where she only can fit in.

’ he nodded and I sighed. ‘Don’t know, its too much to handle. When I met Willow and learn about her, I argued with aunt for why she has raised a witch and she justified her act by saying we don’t know what our enemies are capable of so its no harm in having an army of multi skilled people’ I shrugged my shoulders, for now my mind had gone mess, not getting its hand on one thing. ‘Well, she isn’t wrong for saying that we don’t know anything about our enemies, but what is this with witches now, you saw them in forest, does that mean, my pack is bewitched?’ my eyes widened with a thought that sparked in my mind.

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