Wizard Rocks Novels & Stories

Esco, Aeolous and Aiden is battling against each other, far from us. I created hundreds of light swords and hit the other mages with it. I created thousands of balls of light but I generated it from their backs, it was on their blind spot. Each of my ball of lights hit them. Some was already on their knees and some was still barely holding on. I made another spell that’s more powerful than the first one that I did. I created a spell on the ground, covering the whole battle athe rea and the lights coming from ground is draining their magic.

Charles was supposed to be king and stop their reign of terror but he was struggling. He needed something that wouldn’t just stop them but keep them gone for good. The wizards were powerful but they weren’t the smartest as a little boy discovered after challenging the wizards to find a ball in a cup. It was a simple game but it was all the boy knew. If he won the wizards would return his dog, if they won the boy would leave his town forever. The wizards lost and never understood the boy's trickery for the ball was never under the cup.

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"

“You’re not a magician. Close. But no.” “Close?” I repeated. “Well, on the surface anyway.” “Am I a wizard?” “Nope.” “Hmmm….” I had no idea what I was missing, and the fact that his hand was on me was distracting. “Are there others like me in the woods?” “Yes,” he said quickly.

The wizard doesn't know the light or the darkness between the two because they're switched already then he takes them and rides at that dawn heading to the ancient temple but on his way he saw the third priest lying dead on the ground. The wizard used all the magic he knows to wake him up but it's too late and the priest's body is cold already. Wizard proceed with his journey just five miles before he would get to the temple then he saw the temple collapsing. Before he could reach there it has already collapsed. Thunderstrike on the ground. Besides the temple and write on the floor that; The Temple Will Rise Again The Day Peace will be born. The wizard read it and was confused because he nev

Dunston said-" hello everyone, I welcome all of you to Witchward Wizard school of Arts. every year, several students get admission here. We, offer you not only the arts and history of magic but also the knowledge of life. every student of each year gets the knowledge you require as a witch or wizard. There are a few rules and regulations of this world you must know about. Which we will follow accordingly. Now let me tell you a story, the history of our wizard world and this school. About 300 years ago, our very first ancestor Lily Width, had fought for our people and died saving them. Her very own sister and the man he loved, betrayed her, they did not accept the way she was. She was kind, b

The following morning Wisdom is on the balcony of her bedroom replaying everything that has happened since she returned home. The familiar scent has been bugging the hell out of her. She’s looking at Chickpea sleeping in her rocker. “Your mommy is missing some major details." Wisdom looks toward the woods and sees a man waving at her then he vanishes. “Who in the hell are you?" She sniffs in that direction but doesn't smell anything “A Hydrid or Warlock that can hide his scent.”

With it, he could unlock the secrets of immortality, push the boundaries of life and cheat death, and ultimately bend the world to his will without being tainted by werewolf blood or a vampire's curse of getting burned by the sun. He turned to his trusted wizard, Jacques, who stood silently by the door. Jacques was a tall, imposing figure, with a sharp, calculating mind and a fierce loyalty to the Headmaster’s cause. There was no room for doubt in his eyes as he looked at his leader, waiting for his orders.

One witch, her face half-formed in the mist, spat venomous words, her voice was low and terrifying, “You cannot defeat us, little girl. We are eternal. We will claim you both.” Zoey turned to face her with her eyes blazing with an inner fire. “You had your time, witch. This is *our* world now.” She extended her hand toward the witch, and with a single word, a vortex appeared in her palm, pulling the witch in piece by piece, her body disintegrating into nothingness.

What did they expect? Uncle Zeb pokes him and pushes Uncle Jeb out of the way. "Leave the girl alone. She's only been a witch a few days. How long did it take you to take your magic? Years! JEB YEARS!" Uncle Zeb scolds him. Uncle Zeb sits down beside me. He is smiling at me. Uncle Zeb touches the amulet around my neck. "I made this for your mother. We knew someday you would come for it, and we wanted to make sure no one except you could take this magic," Uncle Zeb says.