Wizard Novels & Stories

Venn immediately replied: "It is a wolf that can control and absorb all things. In particular, only this wolf can control the air." As soon as Venn finished speaking, Amity also regained her strength, gently flying from the air to the ground. Amity looked at Lily again and said, “Try it!”

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Ashrac Looking down at the small white business card in my hand, I can't help wondering what I'm doing here. I've sunk so low even my best chess strategy won't save me. I glance up at "ODA" etched in white block letters on the glass door in front of me. Otherworld Dating Agency. Shrugging, I decide to go for broke. What the hell do I have to lose at this point? I open the door and shove it forward a little harder than I meant to. It slams against the far wall with a thud. A woman behind a large oak desk looks up and scowls. I grimace inside my head because I'm accustomed to that exact look from my mother when she's unhappy about something I've done. This won't go well.

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Instantly, I look out the window and the first thing I see is a big navy blue building surrounded by numerous guards and bound by a very tall metal fence with electric wires at the top. “Welcome to Robertson Behavioural Management School. Your home for the next year…at the very least.”

he continued, turning on the phone, "aside from the tracker, this doesn't work like a normal phone does. My number is programmed into it, and it will allow calls to and from me. Any other number this phone will not be able to contact unless programmed to do so by me. Not that we don't trust you, Emery, but the W*P can't take any chances." I took the phone in my hands. "So, does it text?" He nodded. "It does, but again, only to me. If you're ever in immediate danger, you can also hit this button here and it will dial me automatically." "Okay," I agreed; seemed easy enough.

The click of the door sounded like a guillotine. ​I stood in the center of that vast, cold office, my shadow stretching across the polished marble floor. Resign. The word tasted like ash in my mouth. For months, I had fought for him, then I had fought against him, and finally, I had tried to ignore him. But I never thought he would use his power to simply erase me when things got difficult. ​I walked over to his desk, my heels clicking rhythmically, the only sound in the empty suite. On the mahogany surface sat the glass paperweight he had been staring at—a heavy, clear sphere that held everything down so it wouldn't blow away in the wind.

Before Andreza can finish her sentence, Maya interrupts her with an enigmatic smile: “Prata.” A grimace of irritation crosses Andreza's face, but she decides not to dwell on it: “Come on, Maya. Everyone in the supernatural world has heard the story of the fallen wizard.” Maya lets out an initial, almost dismissive laugh. The legend of the fallen wizard and the wolf Prata had always been told as a dark fairy tale, passed down from generation to generation among supernatural beings. However, upon noticing the seriousness in Andreza's eyes, she controls herself, her expression becoming more attentive.

Positions after positions. Till they both became exhausted.