Wizard Of Oz Novel Novels & Stories

Any resemblance to actual person, living or dead, or actual events are purely coincidental. This book may not reproduced in any material form or transmitted to any persons without the permission of the author. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- It contains the otherworldly imaginations of the author about zombie apocalypse, magical illusions and over-exaggerated scenes that may not suitable to your taste. The plots of indirect discrimination may trigger your annoyance but it is just purely for entertainment purpose. Novelcat : https://www.novel-cat.com/bookDetail/13580755020

Mike swore to himself, getting out of the water. "If I find out Tink ordered pizza again..." He stopped himself, a thin smile on his lips. "Well. If she did, I hope she picked something better than pineapple this time." - Elizabeth sat in the old, wooden chair in the library. It was uncomfortable, and creaked every time she shifted, but wood was required. The tome she perused was old, likely to fall apart at the slightest provocation. She turned its pages slowly, copying the letters within. Simply snapping pictures of this magical tome would never work, the resulting image always blank. Every time she finished copying a page by hand, the ink on the old page would disappear, its magic release

The dwarfs are caught with the stars, and they are confiscated from them. But the dwarfs and the regular sized man say some spells and disappear before anything can actually be done to them. Noelle insists that the moon and stars are returned though, before anything else happens to them. Although the great book of spells is actually missing, Noelle knows the words by heart because they were so catchy and caught her attention as far back as childhood, when she recited them as poetry for a talent competition. She did not win, but everyone had appreciated how much it must have taken her to learn such complex Latin.

She held out the book to Noah, wanting to part with it as soon as possible. Noah gladly took it before he turned to her. “Want to switch?” he said holding out his book. “It’s about a hero fighting to change the world.” Ophelia eyed the book hesitantly, wondering if another fairytale would poke another of her fresh wounds. In the end, she took it. Losing her mind for even a second while reading was a better bargain than leaving it to misery to be consumed. She eyed the hardcover allowing her fingers to trace the embroidered title.

“Which one?” He stopped in his tracks. “You can write more than one at a time?” I nodded. “Hell, I can’t even read more than one book at a time!” “Some people are just gifted,” I said primly. “So, which one is your favorite novel?” Nate asked as we got to our seats. “Anything about werewolves,” Kimia answered for me. I smacked her shoulder. “Actually, I have a fun take on the Hansel and Gretl fairy tale that I’m working on. It’s from the witch’s point of view.” I pulled out my notebook.

“Must’ve hit your shoulder on the floor.” “I see.” I massaged my right shoulder to ease the pain. “Where are we anyway?” “Don’t know, but I have a feeling we aren’t in Kansas anymore,” she replied, referencing from the book, The Wizard of Oz, I assumed. “Maybe we should ask around, Wilt.” Her blond friend nodded in response. “Excuse me,” Wilt cried to a small red-haired girl who was passing by while weaving her head like she was looking for someone. “Do you know where we are?”

Gonzalo nodded solemnly, his eyes reflecting the flickering light of the hearth. "Someone as special as you," he murmured. "And it is yours now." The journal became my refuge, offering glimpses into a world where myths and reality intertwined. Each entry revealed more about werewolves, about the community he belonged to, and their struggles to maintain a balance between two worlds. It was written fiction, but Gonzalo did not know that werewolves were real. Whoever owned this book encountered or spoke with a werewolf. Was it Caleb? Because of the way it was written and the descriptions, it seemed like Caleb.

I noticed it’s in an old arabic script, I forgot how much my sister loved the book of the gods and learnt to read old Arabic as she never trusted the translation. My Aunt Lil takes the book from her kissing her head, Emerald shrinks back to her seat, she hates all eyes on her. I turn back as my mother asks if aunt Lil can read it, with a look that says seriously. Aunt Lil whispers a spell and we all watch as the old writing bends and reshapes into our language.

Owen took a deep breath before revealing: “By any chance, do you know the name of Maya's wolf?” Paulo and Pedro exchanged confused glances and shook their heads. Owen, with growing seriousness, uttered the word: “Silver.” Upon hearing the name, Paulo and Pedro's inner wolves stirred within them, a strange sensation enveloping them. No one had made the connection immediately, except Owen, who realized the gravity of the situation and said: “Come on, guys, the story of the fallen wizard.” Mia, who was present, asked: “The story Nolan used to tell the boys when they were kids. What about it?”

But instead of old stories from my grandmother’s life, the pages were scrawled with strange symbols and sketches—shorthand in her handwriting explaining the purpose of different runes and sigils. Flipping through the pages, there were sketches of wolves, and the last page that she’d written in had a detailed rendition of a nightmarish wolf-beast that made my blood run cold at the sight of it, it’s eyes smudged over with charcoal in the shape of a protective rune. My heart raced when I realized what I was holding. This was no ordinary journal, it was a spell book.