Wizard Writing Novels & Stories

“Now I want you to focus on this spell and try to create a wisp without losing the change in your scent.” “A wisp?” I looked at the page and skimmed it. It was a step to step spell on how to create a wisp of light. A spell useful for seeing in the dark and one that doesn’t create heat so you can hold it for long periods of time without being burned. “Yeah, this was the first spell I learned from my grandmother. She said it is the safest option as a wisp has no way to ‘burn down the village’.” He smirked as his eyes took on a glossy look.

She could finally hear her mother call out to her. “Cherry.” “Mom.” “Listen to me please. Do you see the woman who handed you the necklace?” “Yes.” “She's a friend. I need you to go with them. They are there to bring you back home.” “Okay.” The Good Witch cast a levitation spell on the girl and she was able to get her out of the tree. Then she had Isabella's father hand her the water sack. She poured the contents over the girl's tail. Her scales stopped flaking and her wounds stop bleeding. The witch took out the shell.

I roll up my sleeves and start working. Rewiring. Clearing cache. Updating firmware. Patching loopholes in the security. Running silent scans. I do not have full access, but I do not need it. I rewrite the architecture just enough to make the system smarter. By the time Zenith finds me an hour later, I’m just finishing with the last terminal. “You fixed these?” she says, eyes wide. “These dinosaurs?” I shrug. “They needed attention.” “You are a wizard.” She steps into the room, looks around like she is in awe. “You didn’t even ask anyone?” “No one stopped me.”

It was obvious that a Witch had cast a Spell and had Teleported them to the Hospital. "Shut Up Wills, How about you become a Wizard and Cast the Spell instead and besides, This is the Place you saw In your Vision and had shown to her right?" Kate tauted while Wills Smirked..... Being a Cayote, His type was quite different from the others. Though Mason and Wills were brothers that had been born from a Variety of Crossed Breeds, Mason had been born with the Pure power of his Father flowing through his Veins, the power of a Pure Wizard.

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.

The word burned in his mind like a brand. He stalked past the familiar sections—Werewolf Histories, Lunar Cycles, Pack Law—until he reached the dimly lit alcove marked "Supernatural Relations." His claws pricked his palms as he yanked out the first relevant tome: The Bewitched & The Beastly: Supernatural Attractions. The wooden chair protested as he threw himself into it, the lamplight casting jagged shadows across the pages. Dust motes swirled around him as he flipped to the chapter on witches.

This particular spell could only be used by high priestesses and only a high priestess more powerful than the one that casted the spell could see her or undo it. Elder Lazarus was not a witch, he did not have our blood and he was a full-fledged wolf. I was sure of this so how was this possible?

What did they expect? Uncle Zeb pokes him and pushes Uncle Jeb out of the way. "Leave the girl alone. She's only been a witch a few days. How long did it take you to take your magic? Years! JEB YEARS!" Uncle Zeb scolds him. Uncle Zeb sits down beside me. He is smiling at me. Uncle Zeb touches the amulet around my neck. "I made this for your mother. We knew someday you would come for it, and we wanted to make sure no one except you could take this magic," Uncle Zeb says.

Counting the knights and taking stock of everything that would prove an obstacle. But he was plagued by the inability to find the particular spell in the book. Anything that could bind BailaLae in the form she was currently in. He needed to figure out what she was under before he could free her. Then pray there was one amidst them strong enough to cast it. Warlord knew how powerful he was, but his magic was not strongest in the area of spell casting. It was more earthen. Drawn from the air and sky and assuming control over these. To cite words and make a particular thing happen had been Hawk’s forte.

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.