Wizard Saints Novels & Stories

Or maybe… it was something else. “So… we’re leaving in the morning?” I asked, already bracing myself for another long trek through whatever cursed terrain waited beyond the horizon. Routine. Predictable. Safe—at least, that’s what I told myself. But the Wizard didn’t answer right away. His fingers tightened around his staff, eyes flicking to the window as if the shadows outside might be listening. “You must approach with extreme caution,” he said finally, voice low and deliberate. “The Shadowvale isn’t just where the Wicked’s power thrives—it’s where he was born into what he is now.”

The werewolf calmly removed the bundle from his back, put it on the table and began to unfold it. “I need a scabbard for this sword,” he explained. Zoran stared in amazement at the elegant weapon, the sword was a Wistolian, a witchcraft sword meant for a mage warrior. Almost no one owned such swords, they were presented only to the elite, those whom the supreme sorceress considered worthy ... Once he had been to Vistolz, and even there only a few walked with such weapons. And they were all great masters. Kerton-deso - as they were called, magician warriors, who at the same time masterfully master both the art of combat and witchcraft.

"You're the one they call Fitz, correct? Where's Renny, and why aren't you with her?" The gnome scooped his hat off his head and made a dramatic bow, flourishing his arm in front of him and flipping his hat a little, before standing back up and dunking it back on his head. "Fitz Sidlewick, Warrior, and the Warrior's Blade demanded I remain behind and keep an eye out for you. The dark elf has invited the Warrior's Blade back to his hovel to discuss a friend of yours, a Mr. Trace Wheeler. Seems the man is in a right pickle with the aswang, who intends to kill him."

wizard:- it has been so much time since I didn't get an interesting opponent to play with, if you defeat me then I am going to have you as my brother, but you have to eliminate me first. demon:- I know you hate to get hurt so how are you going to win this game? wizard:- that's why I bring my partner as her, she doesn't feel anything, and even if she does she didn't react much. demon:- well I think I have spoiled my bitch she wants to leave me, and I think I have to get hurt for her since it is a rule to transfer punishment to one of your teammates. wizard:- I think we should find some cards now, time is running out.

I gathered more energy to take them out one by one. “Stand down!” Their leader in the cowboy hat stalked through the door, gazing at the scene. “This is what happens when you disrespect the white wolf. She is a gift. We are winning our war because of her powers. The scales are finally tipped in our favor...” What? The energy moved out of me into a storm—a small storm with gale-force winds that knocked the hunters into one another. The leader knelt in front of my cage, mumbling some prayer. Others followed his lead. These men were getting crazier and crazier.

I said as I felt my claw growing. I was ready to cause him pain for everything he caused, he deserved to die like he had killed my best friend and I tried to kill my mate for his greed. "Really?" Priestess Elena said as she walked up to me. "You know better than anyone else that, that's impossible," "Why not see if I can, witch?" I smirked at her. She made to attack me with her claws but I stepped back sharply dodging it, she walked over to me hastily and I bent backward as I dodged her again kicking her face as I somersaulted backwardly.

The guards promptly obeyed and withdrew. "You little brat! How dare you launch a sneak attack?!" Zion Hawkins, the second son of the Hawkinses, spat with venom as he glared at Chase. "Save your words. If you hate me that much, then come at me," Chase replied indifferently. Zion, a mid-stage martial arts saint, stood flanked by more than ten early-stage martial arts saints and another dozen at mid-stage. Such a force could dominate most of Bactria, but to Chase, it was laughable at best.

Slowly, she already felt relaxed. "I pay my respect to sage azaroth and the 5 saints" Connor said, with his right hand across his chest and a bow. The 5 saints were the figures in white, they were responsible for the healing and potion making of the royal house of Valentino. They could be referred to as the alchemist and doctors of the clan. "Azaroth, i-" "-No time to waste on talking princess, let's begin" azaroth cut off Erica before she could continue.

Under the guidance of the moonlight, the worm began to jump toward the East. Victoria never thought she would see a worm jump more than three feet. The worm was fast. She did not have time to overthink things as she subconsciously followed behind the worm. Wendy and the others carried their stuff and quickly followed along. Ashton did not hesitate either. With a cane, he quickly limped behind the group of people. They were about to meet Jackalyn. Although he was betraying Jackalyn, he still needed her to heal his body.