Wizard Liz Novels & Stories

Laylin felt her blood run cold, “Don’t you dare come dare take another step forward!” He seemed unfazed by her threat. She used her aura and shattered the glass ceiling above them. The shattered shards rained down on them but before they could fall, stilled in the air and reversed back. With a flick of his finger, he fixed it back. Laylin’s mouth dropped open. He was an experienced wizard with far greater power than her. There was no way for her to win against him. “I’m impressed. It will be a shame to dispose of such a promising witch.” He nodded and made an offer. "Give him to me and you can leave unscathed." They stayed there for several seconds.

Ariana asked with some sought of urgency "If that staff is taken from the wizard, he will lose his power and a wolf cannot touch the staff" Ariana's brow furrowed, "that must be the answer, perhaps, he is controlling those soldiers of his with the staff, they might be immortal as long as he has that staff" "What are we going to do? A wolf can't touch the staff" Just then, a noise sounded and they turned to see Lilith, they heard that Dylan had killed her in the hall but here she was looking more like a zombie and witch combined "What a creature" Ariana mumbled and Damien drew his sword

“That was impressive, “ I know right? Bonnie said as they walk towards the witch hunters. where is the man you cannot? April G asked. We will never tell you, kaiju filth, one of the witch hunters said. well, if you are not going to tell us, I guess I am just going to have to take it from you. Liz said as she pressed her fingers on her forehead. Liz used her telepathy to probe the minds of the witch hunters, forcibly taking the information that she seeks from their consciousness. As the witch hunters screamed in agony, Liz continued probing their minds until she had found what she needed from them.

He spoke and recalled how Zahir mentioned dead plants and trees when they reached the place where Eric was held along with his people. Was that Zelda? Was Eric working with Zelda? "That’s the power of all Dark witches or wizards. They can even bring people from their graves." Theodore pointed it out. By that time, they had already reached the hospital. "Lia is around. I will join you after some time," he said, changing the way. Wylder didn’t say anything about that and walked straight towards Circe’s room, where she was sitting on the bed and glaring at Eliam while he had a stupid grin on his face.

"That is the question. Unfortunately, I do not get to choose; the magic chooses. The life could be yours, or that of your pretty new mate... or perhaps that of your unborn child." I think for a moment as bile rises in my throat. "The price is too high." "As I expected," Endora grins. "So we will move forward together." "Together," I say, trying to mask the panic coursing through my body. Willow POV Liz has not left my arms since watching her caretaker die in front of her eyes. I sit in a rocking chair and rock her back and forth while smoothing her hair against her head. Liz's loud sobs have now turned into whimpers as she fights against the sleep, threatening to overtake her.

Easton noted, but Sally only smiled before taking a sip. “I’ve been waiting for you to ask about it. Dante Azeali, the wizard of the Left Green Wood,” Sally said, and Aurora nodded. “He was the nicest, kindest, and most charming of all men to ever grace the surface of the earth—the one-of-a-kind wizard the coven had ever seen.” Aurora raised a brow at her in surprise and confusion. “What the fuck is she saying?” Easton blurted, earning a scowl from Aurora.

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.”

The snake bumped her cold snout against my fingers, slimy tongue darting out to smell me. I laughed at the feeling. “You're very pretty.” I continued. She nuzzled against my palm, “I thought your energy was blue.” “I know I don’t usually showcase my powers, but I assure you that it's always been purple.” I shrug. I really didn’t care enough to argue with her. It wasn’t like it would affect me in any way. As Azul returned back to Sungul, a gentle hiss rumbling from her snout as she coiled around her master, Sungul continued. “Your next lesson is to summon a familiar.”

Brenna did her best to keep running, trying to ignore the stitch in her side. It had been with her for at least several miles, and she was aware of her pace slowing, so she focused for a moment and tried to infuse some of her magic into stamina. It didn’t seem to work, and she wasn’t really surprised. She had one main gift, and that was the gift of Sight. Some witches had a multitude of talents, but many were like her, with just one area of expertise.

Even with her lively and lovely looking fashion choice resembling that of a doll, her expression and posture silently screams arrogance and 'keep a mile distance' at first glance. "I-Is that—" "What's so shocking, 'big brothers'?" That annoyingly high-pitched voice, there is no way they would not recognize it. "Zelda!?" the brothers blurted in chorus. Fourteen years old Zelda is a talented mage notable for her wide knowledge in everything animal and beast-related information. She is the adopted daughter of an old mage woman who resides in the town who is renowned for her healing skills and great mystical wisdom, which she provides for the town folks free of charge. Even at her age, her maste