Wizard King Grimoire Novels & Stories

I nodded, “I can do that.” I spent the next hour making ice spears and daggers. Every time I would get a pile of twenty of each, a demon would grab them up and take them outside for me. I asked King Izzoth, “The war is starting, isn’t it?” He nodded, “It is. That would be why it is only you, your Grandma Gaby and me down here. I’m only in here to help you look for targets. After you finish that dagger, let’s get to the windows.” I nodded and finished up the dagger and stood up. He took me to the windows that are directly under my bedroom window. There were four sets of red eyes looking up. I smiled, “Let’s see if I can do this.” I picked up four daggers simultaneously and hurled them as fast

Jaravles remarked and continued, "Our crown prince has won the battle with ravens twice (he emphasized the word TWICE) and the forbidden object in the Forbidden Tower is secured forever." "As for now," Arger Gremjac smirked with an arched right-side brow, "But the defeated ravens may arise for revenge. I heard the ravens were led by a wizard (Arger Gremjac sharpened his eyes on the white queen) or perhaps by a witch. (He turned his head away from the white queen and faced the court.) The dark knight can’t assure for sure." Mirabella the White Queen, Jaravles the Dark Knight, and Nora the Night Fury ragged on the king of Pahrolymire, Arger Gremjac. The chattering noise filled the court, and t

He already had enough to deal with, and if she told him, he would dismiss it again as exhaustion. Instead, she went to Mirra and asked quietly, “Do you know of anyone here who understands strange things? Not priests — someone who truly knows.” Mirra hesitated. “There is one. A wizard who used to serve the royal family before the war. He lives by the old chapel beyond the walls. But, my lady, he’s not trusted by the council. They say he meddles in dangerous knowledge.” Liora looked toward the window, where the morning light fell across Silver’s face. “Then he’s the one I need.”

I attempted once more but nothing really happened as I sighed in frustration. The warlock made sure I wouldn’t escape from him, just as I thought. The door surely was the same as the windows and the warlock concealed me here with his magic. Sighing in frustration, my gaze landed on the opened grimoire. There was a drawing beside the Latin text that could indicate the spell this could cast. A dead body laid on a table and a man standing on the side, holding a sharp dagger. And as I flipped to the other page, there was another drawing depicted on the old paper: someone sprinkling fine dust.

It wrapped its body around him and began to consume his soul, while Rogue King watched in awe. "Very soon, all that would be left of you is nothing but empty soul and you would certainly be by my side, leading my army into great war with those savages in Pack" The wizard was no more, his bright eyes faded into dark and the dog cleared off afterwards, while Rogue King waited for the wizard to stand to his feet. After a couple of minutes, the wizard stood up to his feet and knelt down before Rogue King reverencing him as the one and true king.

Chapter 36: The Summons "Your Majesty." The hall echoed with the synchronized voices of those kneeling before Alaric with their heads bowed low in reverence. Alaric's gaze swept over the gathered assembly. His piercing eyes took in the collection of mages, summoners, and mediums from across the kingdoms. But one figure in particular captured his attention—a tall, cloaked man with an air of both mystery and authority. It was Zavian, the rumored wise wizard who practiced both the light and dark arts.

Once again, I was led down the flaring stairs to the heavy double front doors leading outside the palace. As we crossed the foyer, I realized my heart was racing at twice its normal speed. The doors swung open from outside with a heavy, drawn-out creak, and I faced my terror, everything else around me fading away. In the centre of the courtyard, directly opposite the palace's main entrance, stood Malik Wolfe, the Lycan King, the King of Kings. The monster from my nightmare.

“It is our judgment that the King would, indeed, be in treason if he were to leave the pack for the human world. We appoint the Cleric, Rake, to pursue the Queen and—” “It’s a fucking death sentence if this goes wrong!” I roared. Rake shoved to his feet, and Rory stepped out of the council seats, coming for me as the packlink bubbled with shouts and I instinctively pulled for the power. ‘Stupid, Cazz. You are being unintelligent,’ Maya sent.

The throne was also empty for a long time after that. He had a surviving son who came back for the throne, died a few years later, leaving other sons behind. It became a whole thing and black magic was never heard of in the pack anymore. No one outside the royal family knows where the grimoire is…. No one except the elders. ‘You said my men?’ I finally replied to my wolf, pointing out what he’d said. ‘You didn’t say catching him is impossible.’ ‘Well, that’s because you can catch him if you want. You’ve got me, your minions can’t because they’re not capable of what you’re capable of.’ He finished.

But there must be a reason why the High Elf could not possibly give her descendants the same name as Queen Galadriel. Galadriel continued, "This is my father Kahn's Wizard Tower." "Kahn?" Christine was confused. That didn't sound like an elven name. "My father Kahn is not an elf. He is a Golem, a Pernoct from another dimension. You can imagine him as a traveling wizard. And I am not an elf either. He created me as a construct. According to him, the idea came to him after he met the High Elf Queen, so he gave me that name.