Wizard Liz Novels & Stories

Silver burns wolf and she doesn't want anything to happen to her yet, she needs to be strong and healthy for the time being. They finally reached the witch's house and as they were honored, the witch said she would see them first before she seeing any other person. "Welcome. How may I help you today?" The witch asked, stirring some mixture that Lizzy had to say smells bad. "She came here to know about herself, her kinds and what type of a wolf she is." Nathan answered on her behalf. The witch nodded before moving close to Lizzy. She sniffed in her hair, before dragged her hands forward. "I think I need a pinch of your blood." The witch didn't even wait for a response from Lizzy, before she p

she said, not meeting the eyes of her mother. Mrs. France sighed and laid the plat of cookies on Lizzie’s bed. “I know you’re still hurt because of the way I am treating your best friends,” she started. “But I want you to know I am not the villain here. I am only following the great witch’s order.” “You have been saying that,” Lizzie said. “Who is the great witch and why do you have to follow her order?” “She is the most powerful witch that ever lived. She was one of the witches behind the creation of the werewolves and the vampires.”

"Monster wounds are cursed. They need special potions and care. But I can stop the bleeding for now. I promise you, Zara, I am done working for the Council. They used me, and they hurt Emily. I am going to help you find her, no matter what it takes." I looked at her, searching her face. The lies were gone. I could see the genuine regret in her eyes. She had been a spy, and she had deceived me, but right now, she was the only reason I was still breathing. "Thank you," I whispered, leaning my head against the tree. Suddenly, the thick bushes behind our hiding spot rustled violently. Lisa snapped around instantly. Her hands lit up with purple magic again, her body moving into a defensive stance

“There are certain things that tend to work on wizards and witches. But they’re not the kind of things that we go about sharing. So, I’ll be happy to take this wizard out for you, but I’m not going to tell you how I’m doing it. Let’s just say I’ll be exploiting his weakness and poisoning him from within.” “Well, if it’s as easy as giving him poison,” Russo said, “then we can help.” Lisa shook her head. “No. It’s not like you can just give him a dose of poison the way you could kill most creatures. I’m talking about poisoning what makes him a wizard. And I’m not about to share that with anyone.”

"She'll be safe and taken care of." "She's a witch," Zordon said. "A powerful one. That's not enough. Name your price, Lila." "I don't want anything," I said. "I'm happy to undo dark magic whenever I can. I understand your fight. Dexter is a menace. He'll destroy every witch who doesn't follow him. I needed a safe place, and she gave it to me without question. The least I can do is help." "Then maybe," Zordon said, his eyes burning with rage, "you won't mind helping us with our first attack tonight."

This particular spell could only be used by high priestesses and only a high priestess more powerful than the one that casted the spell could see her or undo it. Elder Lazarus was not a witch, he did not have our blood and he was a full-fledged wolf. I was sure of this so how was this possible?

I muttered as Liz jotted down something in a notebook. She raised her head to glance at me for merely a few seconds before shrugging. "I mean, he's a senior after all. Maybe he got caught up with a more important lecture." I wasn't convinced. "But he should've called at least, right?" Elizabeth sighed before closing the book she was writing on. She turned her full attention to me now and looked at me curiously. "Why don't we go look for him then?" She paused, looking around to see if anyone was listening to our conversation before whispering. "I've been perfecting that tracking spell and I'm sure I could easily use it to track down a werewolf now."

"Not like. But fell in love. I saw he had a chance to kiss the strange young man's lips." My parents' eyes bulged, "Is that true, Rumi?" Dad asked, his voice shaking. I lowered my head, then nodded slowly. Mother snorted in annoyance, "I can't believe it... it turns out that you harbored your holy love for a lowly wizard like him." Hearing Mother's words, my head lifted for a moment. And when he was about to reply, Royce answered. "What's wrong with witches? Anyway look, what is he doing now? He fought for our safety and put his life on the line!”

But reliving again from my past, I discovered something about this Alice. She has magic. Strong magic. It's the birth of the Red Witch. Since I can't go back to my old body, I have to get used to this body, younger and more powerful. Now that I'm presumed dead, it's time to play into my little sister's games. "Miss Alice," soft knocks from my door as Zayn, my beast-man bodyguard, approaches. "The carriage is ready for you." Looking over my shoulder and at the same time, Lightning struck. "Thank you, Zayn. We must leave tonight if we want to get Whithold in the morning."

the oracle said. "She is born of two werewolves, but she has no wolf. She can see snippets of the future. She did it once when I was young and again recently. She was able to see danger before it happened to me. Her name is Elizabeth Carter," he said. He glanced at Hannah, and she nodded encouragingly. The oracle looked at Hannah with an odd expression on his face. "I thought you had no mate, my dear?" He asked the question as he surveyed her.