Wizard Saints Novels & Stories

Azareel walked slowly toward the White Tiger, his body began to stiffen because the white furred beast was so big than he expected. Aza stood at the distance he had calculated, the man began to draw his bow and aimed it at the White Tiger. Likewise Nelson, who was ready from his hiding place. "Attack!" exclaimed Aza then three arrows of clear blue water shot right at the Tiger, but it is very unfortunate that the White Tiger has entered level two intermediate. Basically the beasts in Hidden World are categorized as demon beasts and Warcraft. The Silver-haired wolf they had encountered was a level one Warcraft, but the silver wolf hunted more often in groups making it difficult for some begin

(Anita) A Wizard is a respected profession in Fantasma, everyone all over the world respected wizards to their core, and by the common knowledge that everyone in central continent knows, is that only those with noble blood can easily become a wizard, and for any of the wizard that is come from the commoners ranks. They had to be born with unparallel talent to become a competent and recognized wizard. In short only the elites can become a Wizard, for a commoners and a farmer girl, like Anita and Jana, that is basically a pipe dream.

“He won’t put his sister in harm’s way.” Omen cleared his throat and Jake turned to look at him. “When I was recruited to the Warriors, I had to be sponsored by a permanent member of the club to prospect. It was the same for Weasel, Rebel, and Shadow. Are we going to stick to that or how are we going to recruit new prospects since we currently don’t have any?”

The risks of pregnancy and diseases will always be present, but can always be fixed with a spell or two. If they weren’t roaming the streets, the vixens occupied the many pubs and taverns that littered the village. Most favored a particular tavern called Flutther’s Pub. The influx of wealthy men that poured into the tavern nightly was enough to keep a slew of them occupied. From the humblest of knights to the meanest of soldiers, all were the same as the insignia of our kingdom edged onto their sleeves. From the modest lords to the nastiest nobles, a treasure heirloom or fancy gold littering some part of their body.

Vale is adept at using magic without a wand, but sometimes he finds it difficult to concentrate and always carries his wand. It wasn't as usual the streets in the middle of the night were so quiet, there were absolutely no people. The city center also seemed uninhabited, the merchants chose to close their shops rather than waiting for the arrival of the French army. All the inhabitants of Castile La Mancha strongly object to the killing of witches, the majority of their population is witches. Valir felt that the night was so tense, the night sky turned bloody red. He lifted his head to the sky, looking for a shining star to guide him to walk, but not a single star could be seen. Valir finall

I enter our into my house gate, I overheard some argument going so I rushed in to find out what it is, assuming is that witch again "am going to the military, am not ready to become a greed soul like you" my brother yelled at my dad "am not ready to spend a dine if you are not going to Harvard University," he said angrily "what have you even do for me since mum death, betraying your oath by marrying that b!tch only a month after mum burial or taking bribe from the suspect," "I will send you out of my house if you don't watch your mouth, you this ungrateful soul". he yelled

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

- he says in just a whisper. Azael shakes his head maliciously. -Then tell me what I'm doing here- He shrugs- Will you talk now? It takes a few seconds before answering. -It is a trap. -This time the man no longer looks at Azael, he looks at me.- Lailah Gozt ... if I were you, I would abandon your mother, lose sight of Volkov and move to another country.- then he lets out a dry laugh, which looks more like a cough. I'm surprised you know who I am.- Harrison Tucson doesn't mess around with bullshit.