Wizard Writing Novels & Stories

(Anita) A Wizard is a respected profession in Fantasma, everyone all over the world respected wizards to their core, and by the common knowledge that everyone in central continent knows, is that only those with noble blood can easily become a wizard, and for any of the wizard that is come from the commoners ranks. They had to be born with unparallel talent to become a competent and recognized wizard. In short only the elites can become a Wizard, for a commoners and a farmer girl, like Anita and Jana, that is basically a pipe dream.

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.

The wizard would strike his staff on the ground and casted spells aloud and the whole sky would turn dark with great light emitting from the staff and its ray beginning to melt the wolves. It eventually forced the wolves to vanish to the amazement of everyone who watched the scene. Once the wolves were gone, the sky returned back to normal and the wizard turned and smiled at them. “I had thought my sister would help but remembered that she didn’t know how to diffuse the Inca spell” the wizard stated. “What is the Inca spell though?” Levi asked with curiosity written on his face. The wizard smiled and said “It is an ancient spell that diffuse mystical holograms” this amazed everyone and Dawso

“Listen to me, boy. You won’t bring justice by charging into the lion’s den bare-chested. If you go now, you’ll be another corpse they forget.” James glared at him. “Then what? What do I do, wait until they wipe out what’s left of my people?” “No,” the wizard said. “You become the weapon they never see coming.” He turned and motioned for James to follow. Inside the wizard’s cottage, the air thickened with the scent of old parchment, bitter herbs, and something faintly metallic. The wizard walked to a large stone basin and began chanting in an ancient tongue. He tossed in dried herbs, crushed bone powder, and a vial of dark liquid that sizzled as it hit the hot water.

Mia—quiet werewolf girl, amber eyes, book already open, notebook covered in doodles of moons and paws. She nods shy—offers half-smile, ears twitching under glamour. Class starts—Shakespeare intro. But whispers follow. “Seras’s brother.” “Fire wizard.” “Think he’s as strong as her?” “Bet he can’t even light a candle without burning his hand.” I focus on notes. Sparks dance on pen tip—controlled, tiny flame writing words in glowing script before fading. Mia glances—eyes curious. **Mia (whisper):** “Neat trick.”

Without a doubt about the thoughts that were running through him at this moment, Will carried out the examination the next way, which was to start with himself getting ready to wear a black hooded robe with a phoenix logo in the center of the pin he was wearing. After that, he closed his eyes slowly as he began to recite the spell that had been in his memory for this action he was doing. A spell that totaled two hundred sentences if one looked at the book that every wizard from Will owned, the ancient spell book of the city of Dove. When the second sentence was read, a greenish black light emanated from Will's body.

"I'm mulling, you want me to betray my cousin, the king, and the whole Lycan community, do you know the repercussions of that?" "No one needs to know about our little deal and honestly, Anaiah won't come back once she goes home with me," The wizard informed. Anaiah struggled out of my grip but I held her still, pinching her to silently ask her to trust me. I didn't risk mind linking because I didn't know if the witches could see so I allowed Ward to speak to her wolf. I would fight the rogues confidently and win but it was the witches I was worried about. She mentioned she could open a portal so I was hoping she gathered enough strength to do that.

Beta Jack swallowed hard, as he fidgeted, “Let me ask you these, if you are a witch and hunter, your daughter is a witch, a hunter, and wolf, so it's automatic that Alpha Zavier is a witch and a wolf too?” Chad chuckled,“Aubrey is a hunter, wolf, and witch, but I don't think she knows that, for Alpha Zavier he can't be a witch because he was born out of adultery. You know Diana's hunters generation has so many traditions that when acted against it makes other identities dormant. For Alpha Zavier, his hunting and wizard skills are dormant and can't be activated. For Aubrey, her witch skills are active and can only be used if she practices or learns about it.”

Margaret’s point of view- A witch is one who can get sick, whereas wolves never do. If I get sick, I lose my power. Several years ago, that was the case. Once I turned one hundred years old, I stopped counting my age in years. I was hiding at the time from the grand wizard, an extraordinarily evil man. He even helped Marcus take over the Western kingdom of wolf packs. It was Dreyfus, the grand wizard, who taught Marcus how to sell his soul to the devil.

And now he was there with him again, witnessing the beginning of something new in his life. The wizard stood on his feet with a long stretch. “Don't do anything stupid,” he said. “Your body still needs rest. No running into trouble.” Wayne nodded, but they both they know he wasn't going to listen. The wizard left through the back door, with his robes trailing behind him like smoke and ghost. Wayne stood from the bed and moved to the window. Everything was beginning to make sense to him now; the sudden intense body heat, his joints and muscles twitching under the surface, and the overwhelming need to run.