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

(Vampire Main High Wizard) Alerted by the sudden sound, the alert High Wizards wanted to react especially the Main High Wizards who were on the center most positions. But before he even managed to speak, under the watching eyes of the other 4 High Wizard, the Main High Wizard head was blasted open like a bursting watermelons, the were hit by a mace, his entire body were flung a few meter forward, before slumps on the ground lifeless like any dead bodies. This stunned the 4 High Wizard prompting them to shouted help, but before they even got the chance to do so, another loud bang sounded off, again.

“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.

“And I’m going to fix what I can.” She tightened her grip around the keys. “That boy shouldn’t have to pay for a debt that was never his.” Then she opened the door. “Now come on, Kai. Get in the car before I change my mind and have you sedated.” Despite everything, I almost smiled. I didn’t argue. There wasn’t time. And watching Renata standing there, ready to walk straight into whatever came next, I realized something. For nineteen years, she’d been protecting the wrong people.

My lips thinned as I looked back at the food. Fenris cleared his throat. His lips parted. We thought he was gonna say something but then he pursed his lips again right away. Naz and I looked at each other before I sipped on my soup. "I wanted to actually come there and help you but vampires are highly prohibited in that place. I really cannot understand how the wizard successfully got in without getting roasted into pieces." "Obviously, Percy successfully made a spell that broke the walls of restrictions against witches and wizards," Fenris said. "He avoided the inevitable and surpassed the huge woods also with the help of Gonzalo, that rat."

Her voice drops to a strained murmur. Something slippery and uneasy squirms in the pit of my stomach. “I don’t understand.” “They were tricked.” Her eyes meet mine in the haze of match smoke. “That’s really it.” I look at the mural with a sigh. “How?” “All I know is that any witch who trusts a wizard is disillusioned. They are not our allies.” “Are you talking about Zayn right now, Stella?” “I am being honest, Fallon,” she replies sharply, her voice woven with silent warning. “The Grand Wizard is so powerful. More powerful than I think you realize. He’s elementally charged. He draws his magic from the islands and our sacred waters.”

She swatted them away with a mock glare, and her purple-haired friend laughed, floating over to where she was. Turning serious for a second, the wizard asked the hard question. "So who's the traitor? Santos Romano or his wife Maria?" Earning a frustrated shrug from his pretty little wolf. She had no idea that Valenar was her fated mate. In reality, he was over a thousand years old, which was really young for a wizard, but somehow he didn't think Raeann would see it like that. His appearance was more in line with a seventeen-year-old of her species, being that wizards aged at a hundredth of the speed of other supernatural creatures.

“Why are you so certain?” “Because I got you four. You four are known as the might warriors of the whole kingdom. The Great Four Warriors. The blue dragon, black tiger, green tortoise, and red vermilion. Powerful spirit summoner, Prince Eric. The best scout, Kevin. Amazing animal wielder, Zachery. Last but not least one of the best swordsmanship, John. I mean we got the complete set. What is there to fear? Unless you doubt your powers of course.”

With Miguel's return to the room, the two could come across two guys standing at his door, one with brown hair in a well-aligned haircut, a shaved beard and standing with his hands in his pockets while the other was talking super excitedly, gesturing a lot. This one had dark blond hair combed back. As Miguel approached the duo, he put his hand on Catherine's shoulder, making her look at him a little scared at first. His hand was warm, and he had to take a step to his side, which made her smell his wonderful scent. It was Miguel's perfume, with a woody odor that matched perfectly with his lumberjack style. The trance in her mind was broken when she heard him introduce her.