Wizard Rocks Novels & Stories

All he lacked was a red suit and a few reindeer. “Santa is a myth,” the wizard chuckled. “As you can see, I’m quite real.” “I forgot you read minds too,” Tara said with mild irritation. She’d followed Maggie’s instructions on blocking her thoughts and was disappointed it wasn’t working. Joshua spoke the truth when he said the wizard was good at it. “That I do, my dear girl. You have the power to block me if it bothers you,” he said matter-of-factly before turning his attention to Joshua. “Who might you be, young man?”

Or, ask them to help if they knew how to control powers. This new world was stuck in her brain for days. She can't help to compare it to Earth. She sighed and then pointed her blade at some tree. She slices it in half. She noticed Azaroz cloning the sliced trees as she cut them down. That guy from the last time, which happened a month ago, had stuck in her head. Azaroz had been guarding her for days, due to this guy. Azaroz is a wizard that specializes in Octoplasm, which helps him multiple or make copies of something. He is kind of a jerky wizard that has no respect for Hawking. But when it comes to his mates getting attacked by someone, he'll make a move for sure.

Even with her lively and lovely looking fashion choice resembling that of a doll, her expression and posture silently screams arrogance and 'keep a mile distance' at first glance. "I-Is that—" "What's so shocking, 'big brothers'?" That annoyingly high-pitched voice, there is no way they would not recognize it. "Zelda!?" the brothers blurted in chorus. Fourteen years old Zelda is a talented mage notable for her wide knowledge in everything animal and beast-related information. She is the adopted daughter of an old mage woman who resides in the town who is renowned for her healing skills and great mystical wisdom, which she provides for the town folks free of charge. Even at her age, her maste

"You need to practice defensive spells, Raven. That demon, his name is Beelzebub, and I'm almost certain he wants you dead because you're my mate." I laugh. "I suck at using magic other than my fire." "You're a witch, Raven." Lucy gives me a mysterious smile. I want to kiss his lips. "That means you're more powerful than you think. It might be hard getting into it, but once you stop thinking it's impossible to use spells, then the possibilities are endless." I sigh. "My grandmother isn't letting me join any defensive magic classes. She has made me join the potion-making ones." "So?" Lucy laughs. "Learn how to make explosive potions then."

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!”

That was what I thought until I concluded my investigations and I realized that the stream was poisoned from our territory because Maverick have not left this city in a while, so there is no way in hell that he could have visited king Gerald without informing anyone about it. I did not stop there, I needed to know how he got the poison and why he had used it on us. Most importantly, I needed to know how we managed to survive that poison when it could have killed all our wolves. So I did more investigations, and I realized that we have a wizard hiding under the protective banner of the white witches. The worst part of it all is that after he succeeded in poisoning the stream through Maverick,

Because I can control the wind. Witches and wizards are divided into three types. Elementals who can control and emit elements such as fire, air, water, and earth. An Elemental can only control one type of element and they don't need spells to do so. This is where I belonged. There are also Casters who still need spells and wands to use their magic. This is where Aunt Kyndra belongs. And then there were the Healers. Of all witches, Healers are rare and almost extinct. They could heal others using their magic but instead of that, the wound or pain of the person they treated would go to the Healers. That was why they had amazing regenerative ability, so that the wound or disease they get from

Kaidon argued. The wizard sighed and stepped to the center of the field. I looked towards his eyes and noticed a quick change in the color. "We need to get out of here!" I yelled to the rest of them, turning to run away as he raised his staff. The invincible wall was too strong to penetrate. The wizard slammed his staff on the floor causing a loud earth quake that takes everyone other than Willow off their feet and to the floor. "Fighting Willow is one thing, but fighting a wizard as him is another. You need to think about the decisions you are going to make." Kaidon said behind me.

I screamed, twisting in its grip, but before I could do anything, Bryan appeared beside me, his hand pressed against its face. “Return to the dark,” he hissed. The wraith burst into flames and vanished with a shriek. The final one tried to run, but he didn’t let it. With a flick of his fingers, the roots beneath it split and swallowed the creature whole. I never knew a person could be that strong. But this power... Can a wizard hold such a strong power? Silence returned, broken only by my ragged breathing. All I could do was watch him defeat them within seconds.

The apprentice waziri Jordan rushed into the chamber where his master Viktor and fellow black waziri Andre sat at a wooden table, studying an ancient parchment. “Master, he’s alive!” Jordan exclaimed breathlessly. The two waziri looked up at the excited young apprentice. “Calm down,” Viktor admonished him. “A wizard should not allow himself to become so emotional.” Jordan nodded and took several deep breaths, calming himself. “I’m sorry, Master,” he said when he had collected himself. “Now, who is alive?” Viktor asked. “The stable hand we sacrificed to the zombies last night. He has returned from the dead without any help from our magic.”