Wizard Liz Novels & Stories

“And a witch.” “I freaking knew it,” Lizzy said. Alaric gave her the play-by-play. “I could have gone to the sites and video chatted with her,” Lizzy said. “No, Lizzy,” Owen, her father, said. He was one of the Delta team members currently on guard duty. “We took a calculated risk to see if we could flush out who has been after her. We weren’t prepared for a witch to be able to blind us all to the fact that she wandered off alone.”

"I don't think so. Luna Kiera's rejection must have unlocked some spell. This is beyond any of our knowledge, Elizabeth. I'm a delta, though, and a skilled doctor. Go and do what is needed, and trust me to do everything in my power to heal them while also protecting them." "Thank you, Hazel." Lizzy's voice was full of sincerity, making my lips slightly lift upwards. I had never felt so weak in my life, but I also never felt so proud of my people. We fought for over a decade to end this evil in our world, and we remained steadfast.

The Children of the Blessed were idiots; they were fools. "Other than more recruits for me, and you staying well away from the wall, we have no idea what all these attacks mean," the mercenary continued. Particularly if the High Wiz begin to show up— or, worse still, one of the High Lords. They would make the virelya appear to be canines. I examined her rough, scarred hands, which were dried out by the weather. "Have you ever encountered a different kind of Witch?" "You don't want to know, girl—not unless you want to be hurling up your breakfast," she said as her eyes closed.

Lizzie and Samantha were missing her and I could now sense that Willow formed the foundation of their group. Willow was adamant that she was learning a lot at home and wanted to support Lizzie and me going forward. She had even implemented new security technology that seemed to be working wonders by assisting our warriors when they were out of the pack mind-link range. Louis and Mum were being quiet, but too be honest, I was selfishly enjoying Lizzie. My mobile starts to ring and Brett’s name comes up on my caller ID.

"He wouldn't dare. I am Willow Grant. I am the Alpha’s mate. He cannot touch me, and you are behind silver bars—he can't reach you here. Why won't you just speak?" Willow exhaled sharply when the silence stretched on. She had to pivot. "Fine. Keep the name. Just answer me this." She took a stabilizing breath, her heart hammering against her ribs. "Is it Vincent Hale?" Liza’s fingers curled into white-knuckled fists. Her entire frame vibrated with tension at the mention of the name. When she averted her eyes, the tears glistening in the dim light provided a louder confirmation than any spoken word.

A true mage, she was reaching out with other arcane senses than Mitch possessed. Liz and Rachelle walked behind Alice, Rachelle looking down at her feet, probably concerned, as I was, about stepping into an ankle-twisting hole in the dark. Liz’s face looked as if she were working to keep a lid on her questions. Alice had said it would be better to talk at her place, so Liz was waiting, but obviously not patiently. I walked a little off to the side of the group, studying this mysterious Alice woman.

the wizard’s voice cut through his thoughts. He looked up, blinking like he'd just returned from another planet entirely. The wizard followed his gaze to Ren, then back at him. His brows lifted, but then he said nothing. “Yes?” Wayne answered, taking a step forward. The wizard dipped two fingers into a bowl of bloodroot and whatever else Wayne couldn't name, then gently dragged a line down his forehead. “This is the seal of Lilith,” the wizard started, his voice low and every bit ritualistic. “It binds your soul to the call. If your wolf still sleeps, the mark will scorch it awake. And if your wolf is dead...”

the woman demanded, crossing her arms. Liz blinked, surprised. “I… I didn’t know it was VIP.” “Liar!” the woman hissed, slapping Liz across the face. “Do you even know who I am?” Liz’s cheek stung, but she kept her composure. “Touch me again, and I won’t hold back.” The woman scoffed, her eyes narrowing. “Who are you? Tell me your name so I can have you fired.” Liz raised her chin. “I don’t work here yet, so there’s nothing to fire me for.”

Alaia was our first witch, so it made sense I just now noticed this. Now that I think about it, that smell became more apparent over the past few months. It wasn’t until about a week ago that I caught an intense whiff. That’s when I overheard Luna Alaia and Lisa talking about Zira. I couldn’t quite hear what they were saying, but the smell of her power was thick in the air.

Startled, I quickly muttered a few incantations and the door swung open, revealing Lilian, one of my most trusted informants from the palace. I couldn't help but feel a mix of surprise and relief at seeing her standing there. We had always communicated through spells, using our magical abilities to exchange information. It was rare for her to appear in person, especially without prior notice. Lilian had always been a mystery to the others in the palace. While they believed her to be a werewolf, only I knew her true identity as a fellow witch. I had placed her within the palace walls as my eyes and ears, a trusted confidante in a world filled with secrets and intrigue.