Wizard Rocks Novels & Stories

He struggled to resist the stop, his vitality draining away, darkness obscuring every corner of his vision. HeVox was a nightmare. This time he was standing in front of a large, black altar. Strange characters appeared everywhere. Above your head, a horned wizard floats in a large glowing disc, defying gravity with his magical powers. When Ragnar saw him floating. A beam of light passed through the wizard's clawed hand, but he made no threatening gesture. Ragnar raised his weapon but did not attack because he wanted to see what would happen. "What can my master give for your soul?" asked the wizard in a voice mixed with magic. 'What do you want? Think and it will be yours.''

The crown hummed a lullaby in Romanian, Welsh, German, Japanese, and cabbage-scented love. Celeste Valentina Morua—14-year-old white-blonde Blood Wizard, Level 1, Crown equipped

“Listen to me, boy. You won’t bring justice by charging into the lion’s den bare-chested. If you go now, you’ll be another corpse they forget.” James glared at him. “Then what? What do I do, wait until they wipe out what’s left of my people?” “No,” the wizard said. “You become the weapon they never see coming.” He turned and motioned for James to follow. Inside the wizard’s cottage, the air thickened with the scent of old parchment, bitter herbs, and something faintly metallic. The wizard walked to a large stone basin and began chanting in an ancient tongue. He tossed in dried herbs, crushed bone powder, and a vial of dark liquid that sizzled as it hit the hot water.

Leo had never for once left her side and that, she was grateful for. "I believe that you have heard the story of how various packs have been destroyed by an evil Alpha, right? Now let me tell you that most of his soldiers are witches" the pack members all listened attentively. " I would like you to know that this journey is not for the one with the feeble legs but, one with the strongest of hearts. This war requires a bit of aggression and aptly intellectual precision, side by side. I informed your leader that you all would be needing salt in this war to try to weaken the Witches from attacking you. The next thing you will need for this combat is a bit of magic. Witches are beings of extraor

She can literally no longer feel her legs anymore as she holds on tightly against Damon for support. "Kill him," the leader finally speaks with his voice booming loudly and echoing as though he is speaking through a microphone. Without hesitation, five of the wizards storm forward and stretch out their hands as a swirling energy evaporates all over their fingers, creating different ornaments of magical elements that create swords mystically from nowhere in each of their hands. "What the f—" Serena can barely complete her sentence as the first wizard storms over towards them, disappearing from his previous position and materializing suddenly directly in front of Damon and Serena.

Kirsten Zūng is the Great Witch. Barbie held up her daggers and slashed through the beast's throat as easy as cutting the throat of a goat. Jucel quickly examined Zabdiel's wounds. The blood was oozing non-stop from his torso and he was breathing irregularly. His arm was twisted while his knee was fractured.

At times he worried about how such a young witch could not be affected by the dangerous magic, only his worries washed away from seeing how she behaved responsibly with what she learned. “I see, but what does the prince require in such a place? If I remember correctly, this must be your first time visiting such a place” the man commented while stroking his beard slowly as he observed them with guarded eyes. Swallowing the prince felt a cold prickle touch the back of his neck leaving him more uncomfortable than ever. “I have a deal with the potion’s teacher to teach the prince” Anberine’s words caught the librarian’s ears surprising him more than ever, stunned Skye turned to look at Anberine.

They knew that the witches and wizard’s attacks were imminent but hoped the attack won’t happen soon as they tried to be mentally ready for them. Suddenly, they heard a strange noise as an ugly long-nosed dwarfish wizard charges towards Dike, it was easy, he allowed him to get so close and he used the portion on him and the wizard dematerialized before them. After few seconds, you could hear strange noises everywhere as other witches were charging towards them, but as they got close, the warriors used the portion on each of them and they dematerialized instantly. One of the warriors called Chukwuebuka was so traumatized by the look of these witches and wizards because of his childhood experi

I don’t know where to look, there are still so many standing mages, I have to get them on their knees. I made another spell and planted it on the ground, it does not only but also hurt them physically. Everyone halted as they feel the pain of light crawling on their body. I made another set of sword magic and released it towards them. They are all on the ground and can barely move a muscle. The spell also drained my mana but the sword did not hit me. I almost fell on my knees but I was able to straighten my knees. I felt exhausted. I wanted to cry as I heard a loud buzzer, I won.

I tapped his cheeks, "Please open your eyes and tell me what to do? Why did you have to confront him?" "Your blood" he rasped and I was confused, "my blood?" "I was bitten by him, and a werewolf fang on a wizard is fatal, only the blood of a witch or wizard can neutralize its poison" "Alright, just tell me what to do" "Take a chalk, draw a circle and place me within it, then walk around the circle seven times chanting the karachika mantra, then cut yourself and let the blood drop on the injury"