Wizard Rocks Novels & Stories

“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.

Zion takes off running while growling, “Shut up.” I had no idea which direction we were going, or how we suddenly ran across a magic shield. I started hearing fighting and smelling the metallic smell of blood. I told Zion, “I think we found where the help is needed. I can tell this shield is specifically for dark magic, and I was wondering why. As we kept walking, I cringed, “Zion, walk quietly. We have to find out where the blood is coming from.” Zion agreed, “Stealth walk is engaged.” I rolled my eyes at him. I swear, I am twenty-two years old and my tiger acts like a freaking preteen. We walked slowly and found nearly on hundred dark warlocks running toward a house. I’m sort of new to thi

This time, he is no longer narrowing his eyes. Already, he is staring at me as if nothing he says is ever a joke. "What if I can't find myself even though I'm wearing that?" I inquire inquisitively, and he sighs and nods, "If that occurs, then the seal, the Vera seal, that is protecting your memories was not created by an ordinary wizard." "Ordinary wizard?" After reading a book about mages, my eyes widen when I inquire about them. As soon as I learned that these organisms have food chains, I realized that they also have a hierarchical structure in their lineages, to which I responded, "I see."

Then Freda turned—and Nathan saw rage in her eyes. She pointed at Zach, still lingering near the door. "You! What the hell did you do to her?" Before anyone could react, Freda’s hand lifted—and Zach choked, his feet leaving the ground as an invisible force clamped around his throat. "Freda—!" Pru gasped. Nathan stared, stunned. He’d never seen a witch move like that—without spells, without tools. Just raw, terrifying will. Deidre looked equally shocked. "Okay, what? Since when can you—"

"I know Sabrina. When Luke touched me, something inside me woke up. Remember when we were in the mall? That pain I felt was so excruciating. Everytime I felt pain, I knew something inside me woke up." "So, does it mean that you also have a wizard spirit?" Azrael asked. I shook my head no. Their forehead creased in confusion. I smiled at them and uttered the word that made them flabbergasted. "I am the Wizard." Yes, there were five of us---I am the wizard, Xandra is the wolf, Val is the vampire, Willow is the witch and Damona is the demon. "But how come you don't have any wand? Wizard used their wand to release their magic but I never saw you using your wand." Sabrina said, confused.