Wizard King Grimoire Novels & Stories

he said softly Barry looked down head shaking “she is fine, but barry” he waited until Barry looked up “if my little tank tells me EVER that she is uncomfortable in this castle i will know it is because of you and i will come calling” he said into those gray eyes that shifted into black making the heat of the anger intensify inside him “you have no claim on her my king, not yet anyway” barry said “she is my familiar barry” he said “still” barry said He leaned down and pulled out the stake in barry’s boot, he used the tip under barry’s chin

Remiel growls. Dark red eyes meet my icy grey ones and I realise despite his confidence, he knows we are trapped… “I have already sent words to the enchanters to find a way to break the barrier… but you coming here… foolish!” he spits. I do not know the boy well, but Morgana doted on him, confident he would be the best Vampire King the Sanguine Empire has ever been blessed with, and I believe so - if we make it out of here alive. I scan the area, feeling something burn my lungs, ah the poison…

**************************************************************************************** Morning came, and the three of us got ready and journeyed into the gigantic gates of Azra. We did some asking around for Arkalis, luckily for us... he is a really famous wizard at Azra so he wasn't hard to find. Apparently from what I heard, he is the king's special Wizard. "Wait here, I will inform Arkalis the wizard of your presence." A guy who I think might be a slave cause of the way he looks, said to the three of us then exists the big chamber. Christian, Freya and I not knowing what to do just waited. It didn't take so long for the slave guy to return and this time he had a really old man following

“Tell me about this Zen of yours," Sean asked. A faint smirk tugged at his mouth, "If he's even real," he muttered with a tinge of doubt. "He isn't mine, and he is very much real," Violet replied, gazing out the window. "You say he is some wizard out for revenge," he prompted. "I think I've already narrated the story," Violet replied. "Not to me," Sean reminded her. “Wizard Zen is searching for the former king, Aurielus. He carries the Heartstone.” Violet told him.

I went outside and started to water the flowers in the garden, trying to find some peace, but nothing could take my mind away from it. Just as I was returning to my room, I heard voices at the front door. I moved sneakily toward it and saw the Wizard King and the Alpha. “It is not perfected yet” the Wizard King said. “We still need that ingredient” “You’ll get it but what can we do now?” the Alpha asked. “Use this. Just like the last time” the Wizard King instructed and the Alpha nodded. “Are you spying?” I flinched at the sound of a child’s voice by my side. I turned to my side to see the Wizard King’s daughter, Winnie by my side. She looked up at me with curious eyes.

The door opened. Aurelion stepped inside, already dressed in dark formal attire that emphasized his height, his power, the authority that radiated from him without effort. But when his eyes landed on me— The king vanished. His breath caught. And the dragon stirred beneath his skin. “You are…” He stopped himself, jaw tightening slightly. “Going to faint?” I teased gently. He huffed a quiet laugh. “Magnificent.” My pulse fluttered. “You’re sure about this?” I asked softly.

He seems to be in pain and I wish I can soothe the ache but he has to go through this to get what he desires the most. Sir Wicker picks up the crown–a modern circlet of platinum and silver, embedded with the ancient lunar stone at its center. He moves towards Damian, the last step to seal his position as Alpha. “With the power invested in me as the grand Warlock of Cryptid, I hereby proclaim Damian Crypthil as—” “Stop right there!!” a thundering voice bursts through the hallway and the lights are turned on at once. Whispers and murmurs of confusion fill the air and I squint, trying to adjust my vision to the sudden brightness.

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

"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 of thin air anymore, so we have to find my grimoire first." "Your grimoire?" "Are you hard on hearing?" Vasilisa said with an arch of her perfect eyebrow. "If I'm not mistaken, the grimoire is kept in the Hall of Sirins." "Please, don't tell me it's a great big book on a stand with funny handwriting in it and black leather cover," Cassandra said sarcastically, but Vasilisa seemed taken aback by her knowledge. "How do you know that?" she said. "Oh yes, I forgot. You're a seer."

Chapter 4 *The Wizard Kingdom, The Central Coven Of Wizardry.* Queen Griselda, the Witch of the Central Coven, sat in her golden chair looking at the five sons of Zed who were utterly beaten up and bloody from the fight last night. She stood up, paced a little, and then sat back down, took a look at the wizard beside her, and shook her head in disappointment. "You had one simple instruction, and that was to bring Prince Jaden to me."