Wizard's First Rule Series In Order Novels & Stories

Chandra pulled Amara away. "Stop." "Don't try to rule me, Chandra!" "Then don't do anything against my rules! Or I will shut you up." The last line she just stated served as a tranquilizer to me- it made me freeze- stopping me to eat Amara. Into the thin air, I shouted, and I growled. The nearby wolves responded, including Amara. But Chandra didn't. One thing is for sure, she isn't part of our race, and this place is not werewolves' realm. Just the parallel of my world.

Ken was still present, and I covered my face, closing my eyes in mortification. "Pet," Romario growled in my ear, making me open my eyes. "I need you to remember a few rules for this party." He spoke seriously, and I sat up straight to listen. "First, don't drink anything offered to you." Easy enough, since I didn't drink alcohol anyway. "Second, don't speak unless asked a question, and be polite and respectful." I nodded, understanding. "Most importantly, don't leave my sight. I'll punish you if you break any of these rules, understand?" He pecked my lips, and I replied, "Yes, Master."

It had been over a hundred years since an omega had been born into the kingdom of Enchantia and at this, they were believed to be a myth however this was about to change. Loud footsteps of could be heard from outside the small borning room as Alpha Philip paced back and forth in anticipation of the birth of his child. This birth had brought him much worry due to his wife Beta Lela’s difficult pregnancy. It was unlike her previous 3 pregnancies which had run smoothly and ended in the birth of her 2 alpha sons John and George and her beta daughter Caroline. Beta Lela’s cries filled the room, she was exhausted and had been in labor for many hours with nothing to show for it. The midwives began

My hands tingled as I summoned a small flame, watching it flicker and dance in my palm. It was easier now, less of a struggle. I could feel the control growing within me, a steady presence that I was beginning to trust. “Alright,” I murmured to myself, extinguishing the flame. “Time to try something new.” I flipped through one of the books, stopping at a spell that promised protection. The incantation was long, the instructions detailed, but I was determined. If this worked, it could be the key to safeguarding the pack. The first few attempts were... messy. The spell required a careful balance of elements—fire, water, earth, and air—all working in harmony. My first attempt resulted in a clou

A silence stretched between them, long enough that the tremors seemed to still, the chamber holding its breath. Then, the entity raised one shifting hand, pointing at the book still clutched in Rael’s free hand. Read. You will see. Rael hesitated before flipping the page. More script, winding like constellations, unfurled before him: The First King’s folly was in believing he could rule what was never meant to be ruled. The throne does not grant power, it takes. It feeds. It is a door. Rael’s breath caught. A door? To what?

I let out a little whoop of joy, grinning from ear-to-ear. But after I use the privy and make my way back to hut, worry and anxiety begin to gnaw at me. I’m not supposed to be performing these kinds of spells. On the surface of it, the rules might seem illogical, but there must have been a reason why the rules were made in such a way. What if I’m setting loose an irreversible chain of events? I have broken a million rules after the assassination attempt: seeking shelter with a Werewolf; conversing with a Werewolf; sleeping in the same bed as a Werewolf; performing magic that I’m forbidden from performing.

“You’ve chosen well, Master. She speaks wisely.” Jade’s lips twitched. “I will try.” I looked up at the three towering beings. “Then tell me. How do we win this?” For a moment, none of them spoke. Then Fenris stepped forward, his silver fur rippling like living moonlight. “The first rule of war, divide before you destroy. Ariel’s army feeds on unity and fear. Break their trust, and you break their power.” Zarok grunted. “Her forces are bound by blood magic. Sever the source, and her army will collapse."

“No name. No crown. Only vengeance.” “And when he walked, the earth stirred. The dead listened. And the tyrants felt fear for the first time.” “So I ask you, little one— Who rises when history forgets? Who dares when even gods stay silent? The answer will come. And when it does...” “The Rule will break.” *** “When kingdoms fall, the earth remembers. When tyrants rise, the wind listens. But when the forgotten return— The sky holds its breath.” --- Synopsis:

Then I kicked off my boots. The gravel bit into the soles of my feet immediately. But I didn’t flinch. I wouldn’t give him that. “First rule,” he said, tossing the staff to me. I barely caught it, arms shaking from the force. “You bleed. You sweat. You cry. But you don’t stop.” I swallowed. I can't stop. Got it. “Second rule.” He stepped closer, his face inches from mine. “If you hesitate—once—you die. And I don’t save you.”

One gleamed silver-blue, the other pale gold. “This is me,” Caleb said, pointing to the gold-lit stairs. “Advanced class. You’re down the other way,?Beginner Strain Studies, right?” She nodded. “Don’t worry,” he said with an encouraging smile. “Wyverndale’s first lessons are more about control than power. You’ll be fine. Just remember, don’t fight the storm. Flow with it.” She nodded again, clutching her spell journal. “Flow with it. Got it.”