Wizard Stories Novels & Stories

Before Andreza can finish her sentence, Maya interrupts her with an enigmatic smile: “Prata.” A grimace of irritation crosses Andreza's face, but she decides not to dwell on it: “Come on, Maya. Everyone in the supernatural world has heard the story of the fallen wizard.” Maya lets out an initial, almost dismissive laugh. The legend of the fallen wizard and the wolf Prata had always been told as a dark fairy tale, passed down from generation to generation among supernatural beings. However, upon noticing the seriousness in Andreza's eyes, she controls herself, her expression becoming more attentive.

The trees, the floor, the houses, and the flowers—I stared at them all. Wizard Ezra is a man who speaks of power and authority. Each step he takes or leaves behind is seen as a legacy. A lot of people worship and adore him, and we all grew up hearing his wonderful stories and adventures. Stories like how he saved his people when werewolves attacked the coven and fortress, stories like how he destroyed a thousand soldiers without moving an inch from where he sat, how he used his blood for sacrifice just to protect his people, and a lot more that every witch knows of.

Like her wickedness and the desire for cruelty against the girl. “I’m not afraid of any premonition ... Those stories are just legends that will disappear in the dust, smiled the wizard Dragoesti,” seeing the difficulty with which Knudlac and the other wizards could barely face them. Especially since two of Knudlac's close friends were also injured. The two tried desperately to protect themselves for a few moments behind some small trees and bushes trapped under the shell of that magic hemisphere. Even if outside of that magic shield dozens of wizards from the Elmbridge School of Magic gathered, Vladimir felt safe ... at least for now.

How could one be living in the eclipse pack without the triplet's knowledge? Wizards were ancient creatures that went extinct. According to legends and myths I've read and heard, a Wizard was a powerless werewolf with a reincarnated spirit in him. The spirit valok was a powerless spirit that possessed werewolves immediately after they were born, taking away their werewolf powers. It would move from one host to another every 100 years and its host would be immortal as he or she would not die until it is exactly 100 years. In the past, due to their immortality during that 100 years and the wisdom that came with being possessed by this ancient spirit, Wizards were considered mini gods and were

“You’re telling me the little girl in the fairytale carried a lethal crossbow around with her?” “She wasn’t a little girl, Harlow. The fairytale is nothing like what really happened. You know that by now, right? She fought dark wolves and mages, not just one evil wolf who slipped into her grandmother’s house when no one was paying attention. She drove out more evil mages and dark wolves than any other mage in history. That’s why she became a legend. The entire story is told in code so that humans wouldn’t understand what was really happening. She certainly didn’t have a woodcutter come and save her. She didn’t need saving. And if you learn to use that crossbow, neither will you.”

I shook my head and took a sip of wine. “I promise I won’t. Just tell me.” I pleaded. He looked at his glass of whiskey and he started twirling it around. He was silent for the most part, he must be thinking of a way to tell me or he’s trying to remember something. Either way, I just waited for him to start talking.

There’s an old saying, “Don’t anger a witch if you don’t want to eat bugs for the rest of your natural life!” Wizard: someone who uses or practices magic derived from supernatural, occult, or arcane sources. In several cultures, it is said the Wizards are quite similar to witches and are the Male equivalent of the aforementioned. Wizards are someone who is knowledgeable about ancient lore and magic. They often use Scroll Magic and or pre-cast spells written by witches. Their skills mostly lie in potion-making and spell research. They have a natural aptitude for magic. Warlock: The third and most formidable class of The W’s.

How did they escape his stronghold? He had ensured that their wolves were suppressed as well. However, in spite of all his precautions, the wolves still managed to escape. Harold's anger rose to unimaginable magnitudes. This was plainly unacceptable. He had faced many worthy opponents in his days, never had he been outwitted by those whom he considered lower and useless than him. To him, wolves where nothing. They held no power nor gift of any sort. He was having a hard time understanding how they could escape from The Wizard Realm. For he had made it impossible for anyone to enter or leave the realm without magic. Harold knows all too well that the wolves bear no magic of any sort. Therefor

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.

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."