Wizard Stories Novels & Stories

Balan twitched his lips, clearly holding back a laugh. Balan knew that case, a bullshit story. The kittenish snob witch named Anna Boleyn cast a spell on a male wizard (for fun mainly, apparently). Another sorceress who was in love with this guy noticed something unusual and hired Eden to solve the spell (because of cheap, which was so equally obvious).

I said to her softly, then she put her head back down on my shoulder. Mysterious Woman “You know for the one assigned to end me you sure are a heavy sleeper,” The Wizard whispered to the quiet space of my room. “I woke up the second you put a foot on the top step,” I sleepily replied to him. I didn’t fall asleep because there were too many people in the house. “Oh, you have sensors,” he asked me. “No. I just know when someone is creeping up on me,” I replied sleepily and turned towards him. “Are you here for your payment,” I asked him as I slid the covers off my body. I heard his breath catch as he caught sight of what I was sleeping in. I was unsure what his real intentions were, but I knew

She recollected her best story and tears welled up in her eyes as she imagined her mother sitting on her bed with her and telling her the story. "Once upon a time..." Her mother's imaginary voice began and she also stood in concentration. "There was once an old castle that stood in the middle of a deep gloomy wood, and in the castle lived an old fairy. Now this fairy could take on any shape she pleased. All the day long she flew about in the form of an owl, or crept about the country like a cat; but at night she always became an old woman again. Whenever any young man came within a hundred paces of her castle, he became quite fixed on a spot, and could not move a step till she came and set h

Putting him between us in the end seat. The last thing I want to do. *** My stomach was coiled so tight, I wondered if I’d be able to eat at all. “I had a nightmare…” “Did you?” He sent me a sideways glance. “Or were you having your Twinkets spy on me?” “I have no Twinkets.” It was only a partial lie. They’re not mine. I don’t know where they come from. “Do you know,” He scooped a bit of chopped vegetables and served them to Udora. “That the myth is that only a Mistress of Witches can control them.”

They failed to see the more atrocious enemy of their kind — the ones they later called the "Witches" The exact events during the final war on that island which used to be the Sanctuary of Beasts did not reach a single human ear for no surviving hero came home to tell them, although three witches made it back. However, the next thing they knew, chaos and fear spread beyond control. This time, by the hands of those who they once trusted with their future. Darkness succumbed almost the entirety of the world with Witches committing dreadful exploits everywhere, terrorized Kingdoms, and conquered territories. The worst thing; no one from heaven descended to aid them this time.

“Initially, I did not want to. But then, it occurred to me that this could be my opportunity to gather every useful information I needed to know about my adversary, and also use Nikjin to do the dirty work of fighting his brother and weakening his defense. In my quest to become a werewolf, I carried out multiple experiments on random people that I kidnapped in the woods. I used them to test a potion that I made out of a werewolf’s blood but the results are what you have seen which are those mindless beasts that exist solely to die. I knew I couldn’t make myself into such a vile creature that had no mind of its own, and so I offered them to Nikjin as his army. That was how our alliance began

“And your friend… he’s no longer just Carter Fisher.” A cold chill slithered down my spine. I swallowed hard, but my voice came out as barely a whisper. “Then what is he?” The Wizard met my gaze—steady, unblinking. "The beginning of the Wicked.” “He wouldn’t give in to that,” I bit out, the words laced with disbelief. “Carter’s stronger than that—he wouldn’t let something like this take him.” The Wizard exhaled a slow, weary sigh, his pipe smoke curling in the dim light. “Child…” His tone had changed—softer, almost pitying. “He hasn’t told you anything, has he?”

But instead of old stories from my grandmother’s life, the pages were scrawled with strange symbols and sketches—shorthand in her handwriting explaining the purpose of different runes and sigils. Flipping through the pages, there were sketches of wolves, and the last page that she’d written in had a detailed rendition of a nightmarish wolf-beast that made my blood run cold at the sight of it, it’s eyes smudged over with charcoal in the shape of a protective rune. My heart raced when I realized what I was holding. This was no ordinary journal, it was a spell book.

Kaidon argued. The wizard sighed and stepped to the center of the field. I looked towards his eyes and noticed a quick change in the color. "We need to get out of here!" I yelled to the rest of them, turning to run away as he raised his staff. The invincible wall was too strong to penetrate. The wizard slammed his staff on the floor causing a loud earth quake that takes everyone other than Willow off their feet and to the floor. "Fighting Willow is one thing, but fighting a wizard as him is another. You need to think about the decisions you are going to make." Kaidon said behind me.

If only you had studied the history books, you would have found out all this and put an end to it before it got this tough. It was when I finally found her that I met the man who took her into his living space and gave her food and shelter. His name is Christos Endymion, and he is a wizard, the last white wizard. We all know about the white wizards, it is said that they are spirits of our ancestors that keep visiting earth after they were called back. They only visit when they are needed and they don’t reveal themselves, except absolutely necessary. He only revealed himself to me because I am Alpha Keith's only friend and his mission on earth is to prevent his brother from killing his heir.