Wizard King Grimoire Novels & Stories

he snickered and I clenched my fists and groaned in misery. “I can't take her to hell,” I muttered and plopped down on the mattress edge. “Relax, I may have found the Grimoire that I believe contains the spell I need,” Samson meowed and I side-eyed him with confusion. “What can you do to possibly help me?” Shaking his head he said, “Oh ye of little faith. I don't think you realize how powerful of a wizard I actually am. If you had, you wouldn't have been such a prick to me.”

Grace defended. No one had considered the probability of the great wizard of Ozaralty’s rebirth to be Mckenny Golden. “Mckenny walked into the throne room, so easily without the guidance of anyone. 4 thrones stood 3 identical and one for the wizard. he brushed his hands over the seat so tenderly. He knew everywhere too well a thousand memories flowing in all at once. He tries closing his eyes but nothing takes the inflow away.

I asked, still shaking, “Would you please go get her now?” He nodded his head and peaked his head out of the room, “Queen Winnie, will you come in here?” He walked back to my bed and laid beside me, holding me close, “She’s on her way.” Queen Winnie walked in, and smiled, “How are you feeling, sweetie?” I asked, “Queen Winnie, do you know a warlock named Richard Guidry?” She nodded, “He’s a power-hungry asshole. He will do whatever he can to get it.” I heard Aidinth growl as I told her, “He wants to make me his wife so that we can rule the entire dark magic realm together. He says that my power will add to his.”

Just get him in here, after he unlocks the scrolls, we can force him to give up her location. “They are right, my king. We have been trying for many years now, and yet we have not succeeded. I’m beginning to agree with them, I think we have run out of options already. We need the descendant of Hunter Huntington, we need Maverick to unlock these scrolls. M sure you can force him to reveal the secrets to you, after all, you have succeeded in turning the werewolves into your personal slaves.” The lead sorcerer chirped in. The King grunted in anger and he picked up a stool nearby and there it to the wall, breaking it into pieces.

Lis patted Harry's arm again with that shy smile "Huekkk....!" Kirey pretended to vomit when she heard those words. She then looked at Lis who just chuckle not like looking at her who pretended to vomit. Meanwhile, this time Harry seemed to be holding something in his body. He just looked at Kirey and told the girl to be quiet. After the book Harry had brought with him had been inputted, Harry left his card there. "This is your finished book, don't be late to return it, and don't tell others that I gave you special privileges!" Lis held Harry's hand again as she handed him the book. But Harry immediately took the book and ran wildly from the library.

Another warlock cried out. Maya looked directly at Astar. "Some flowers..." Another blossom dissolved. "...must wither first..." Another ribbon of smoke. "...to unleash..." A fourth warlock collapsed. "...their hidden weapon." The words settled over the battlefield like snow. Nobody laughed anymore. --- One by one... The blossoms wilted. One by one... The hooded warlocks inhaled the dark mist. One by one... They fell. Some tried running. The vines refused to let them. Others attempted spells. Their mouths remained covered.

he asked with a shaky voice. “I’m fine now.” “I dream about my past, how Seres killed my parents. I saw everything.” Niffa let go of the hug as she look at Rico’s teary eyes and wiped them. “Rico, I want you to meet someone.” They go downstairs, then Rico saw an old man seating in front of a huge and long wooden table with vacant 10 seats on it. “Who is he?” Rico asks as they walk downstairs. “He is Merfoy, the white sorcerer and the ruler of the 5 kingdoms' distributed powers.”

said the Duke, enjoying the despair in his eyes the color of the summer sky. Lord Vragenn displeasedly threw another human corpse aside, continuing to mutter spells to himself. His strength was already quite weakened. The king almost broke the Saint, but at the last moment she, with renewed strength, began to fight him off. Some people shared their energy with her...

The wizard replied, finally giving up since the queen already made up her mind. "Good, now, I would like to be excused." With a fling of her finger the wizard found himself glaring at the tightly shut door. " This is bad, we will be doomed if I don't inform others."With this in mind he walked almost running out of the corridor. Now alone in her room, Queenith hurriedly changed to her official red robe, she opened her word rope and brought out a little ancient looking pot which she placed at her dressing table.