Wizard Saints Novels & Stories

He was summoning the flames back. Boom!! I leapt. A red trail followed behind me as I launched toward him, claws out, rage spiraling. “SHABARRRRIII!!” Vashti shrieked. The wizard’s head snapped up. His eyes opened - pitch black. His chant stopped. “GANGHA FAHLIA!” he barked, flinging one palm at me. Lightning roared. I dropped to my knees, sliding under the bolt. It struck the stone behind me with a sound like breaking mountains. Sparks. Dust. My breath was smoke.

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.

Just as I had suspected. "And that is not the only good news." Uncle Matthew continued. "Ladies and gentlemen, the Watson family is a legendary family. We have seen downfall, but we never lost our identity. Our family stood unshaken through every hardship, and we emerged stronger each time. And now, it is a matter of absolute pride that our family is going to form an alliance, in the form of marriage, with the most influential family in Purple City.... My niece, Oindrila Watson, will be married to Mr. Andreas King." It took me a few seconds to process his words. And when I finally realized what had been said, I felt as though my brain had stopped functioning.

On his legs he wore long black leather boots that were turned down at his knees with dark purple hose underneath. “Welcome Emperor Myllyof; Jullious, the Zealot; and you too Termâs, the Warrior.” They all greeted the elderly wizard with a bow. “Come, we will all go to the Tower of Gwarth to talk.” The old wizard led them all down the wide street to an ancient walled part of Careath. He stopped at the gate and turned to Yvayn.

No one would be paying much mind to a rotting old house in the south-side of the city. The stench of rot burned my nose as I trudged my way down to the basement, the floorboards whining with every step I took. Before my candle even lit my path, I could hear his deep, aching groans. “Gods, what took you so long?” he moaned. “I’ve been stabbed. I need medical attention!” “Stabbed?” I asked, more curious than outraged. “By who?” “The girl,” said the wizard. “Send me out of Orheroad. I used magic to stop the bleeding, but you must send me out of this place. I’m needed back at the Divine Spirit as quickly as possible.

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,

The Solar Eclipse Pack was a small pack that consisted of about 500 wolves and 100 of them were warriors. they were located in the rural parts of Virginia, more specific closer to Marion, Virginia. They have been fighting other packs around them for months,because they were the smallest pack of the packs around them. Those fight were more for territory over anything else. The strongest of any of the packs around them was the Blood Lust pack. All they cared about was power and territory.

Ian threatened, twisting the man's hand behind him. The man screamed out in pain. “We are off-officials- Ahhh!” Ian scoffed at him. "Official wizards? Is this who your officials are? So weak and fragile?" Hearing Ian's mocking, the other wizard's eyes turned emerald. They raised their hands and drew an invisible blue circle around them that only wizards and witches could see. No other creature could enter it. The man who had his hand broken sensed the circle. He yelled in anger. "Micheal, how can you leave me behind?"

Suddenly, a magical portal opened, Ciara, Susan, and a company of witches stepped out for our rescue. “The honorable whisperer had shown these dark servants their true place a long ago. You don’t stand a chance against nature, puny wizard!” They grasped each other's hands, combining their powers, a burst of their energy brightened the atmosphere with its white blinding light. Elmer spun on his heels, cursing those nature servants. “You can’t defeat immortals, bloody mortals. Now face my wrath!” Meanwhile, Zayden flashed by my side, quickly shifting to his human form.

He had never met a witch even once in his life… until now. “Sriwijaya Witch.” Rob spat forward in disgust. Within a few meters, the male witch stopped and cocked his head quietly. He exclaimed in a clear and emotionless voice, “You are allowed to turn around and discourage yourself from going wherever you are going now.” Rob took a step forward. “Since when did this street belong to you, traitor?” The witch smiled crookedly. “Since The Cursed and Wolvire gave me orders to stop you.” Saga and Justin gasped when they heard the word wolvire mentioned.