Wizardess Heart Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Cassia whispered, her voice full of fierce resolve, "You are not this. You are more." And with that, I slammed my fist into the heart, the magic flaring up in a brilliant explosion of light. The ground beneath us trembled, the ruins around us shaking as the heart began to disintegrate, its dark magic unraveling in the air like smoke. The void screamed, its last cry echoing through the land as the last remnants of its power dissolved into nothingness. I collapsed to my knees, gasping for breath, my body trembling from the sheer force of what I had done. Cassia was at my side in an instant, her arms around me, pulling me close. She didn’t speak—she didn’t need to. Her presence was enough.

Even if he wished things could be otherwise. She hunched over, sucking in air and hiding her eyes. “We were playing ‘go find’,” she offered, knowing he knew the truth but hoping he’d accept her excuse. He didn’t. He stepped forward. “I win.” Her eyes widened in alarm as he invaded her space. “You seem to have a problem with authority,” he observed with deliberate menace, and she swallowed. “Perhaps it’s time to acquaint yourself with the law of your new land.” Jasmine wasn’t immune to intimidation. Unfortunately, whether he knew it or not, Keilor’s advance was playing havoc on her body. Nerve endings his dream-self had ignited in the night chose that moment to flash in Technicolor glory thro

*** (Zach) ZACH BRANDON WAS overwhelmed by the sheer amount of creepy, odd information in his head. And then there was the proof, on her legs, long, angry burns and welts, dark, swollen and he could feel the pain from them. His heart had froze n at the sight – it must have hurt like hell. Hell was the right word, for that one, the sorcerer was the hell. When Aurorastarted the story first, he was just laughing to himself, but then when she showed the wounds, the claw marks on her neck – angry gashes that wouldn’t be something from your normal dog or cat – he believed. He believed her story.

Rowan sits across from me, legs crossed, silver mug steaming. Rowan: “The First Wizard is expecting surrender. The crown is whole. The treaty says it gets sealed away, heir or no heir.” I lean back, twin tails draped over the armrest, pink Vans kicking idly. Celeste (quiet, dangerous): “I’m not even 17 yet. I’m not laying down on some table and letting them cut my heart out to lock it away in a box. If the First Wizard thinks that’s why I’m coming, he’s gonna have a rude awakening.”

My wolf whimpered, retreating deep inside me to escape the mate's wrath. "Do it then," I whispered, closing my eyes. The rain washed over my face, hiding my tears. "If you truly think I am an imposter, then kill me. End this misery." Nash hesitated. For a heartbeat, his grip on my hair loosened. His fingers trembled against my scalp. I felt it—the bond fighting the spell. It was a war being waged inside him. His body knew me. His soul knew me. But the Witch’s magic was a cage around his mind, and it was too strong.

A piercing scream makes them turn around, Alaric’s paintbrush falling to the floor as he runs through to the bedroom. “What’s happened?” Zander leaps up the stairs two at a time, stopping behind them, his eyes widening. “She’s asleep Alaric, whatever’s in her mind is locked in there. Her magic is becoming free and causing everything to move. You need to wake her.” Alaric looks at Zander and then to Willow, everything in the room getting thrown around. He has to stop this. He walks into the room and the light flickers before exploding, Alaric rushing to Willow and trying in vain to shake her awake. Another scream escapes her mouth as more things fly around and smash against the walls.

she stated. Vee took a deep breath and nodded. She seemed nervous, which didn't bode well for me. Why would she be nervous ? Daphne looked intrigued too. " Yes I have , I have an idea. But I am not sure we can do it . I once heard of a spell , more of a story really. That a group of warlocks once killed a whole coven of witches by stopping all of their hearts. They put talasmen around the camp they were at and then whoever was inside of these in talisman was affected by the spell " she said with a stutter to her voice.

He raised a hand, and a barrier of hard light flickered into existence, stopping my blade inches from his throat. "You are obsolete, Kael," he whispered. He kicked me in the chest, the force of it sending me flying toward the crystal pillar. I hit the stone hard, the breath leaving my lungs in a violent rush. I scrambled to my feet, but the girl was already there, her hand resting on the stone basin. "The heart is choosing," she said, her eyes wide with terror. I looked at the pillar. The amber heart inside was turning from orange to a deep, blood red. It wasn't waiting for a volunteer. It was reaching out. A vine of violet light shot out from the stone and wrapped around Maya’s ankle, pulli

Somewhere distant I hear someone shouting my name, but the sound arrives distorted, underwater, unimportant against the fire spreading through every part of me. My wolf surges forward without permission, without warning, further than it's ever come before. I feel my hands change, feel the shape of my own face shift beneath skin that suddenly feels too tight, too small to hold whatever the relic just woke inside me. "Neris!" Cassian's voice again, closer now, and through the chaos I feel hands grip my shoulders, trying to anchor me while the rest of the room dissolves into light and noise and the terrible, endless pull of power that doesn't want to stop.

Alyssa was planning on leaving Wizard Kingdom, Yezia forever after this, and he was going to be with her, and so would his mother, Coira. So close to her and not touching was like a torture. Her body’s heat seemed to touch him, burning his skin, searing it. Her wild blossomy scent maddened him and his wolf clamored him again. His claws increased in length and he concealed them behind his back. The girl had changed into a blue drape skirt and a white cotton shirt with strings tied over her breasts… loosely. Her huge breasts were bouncing with step and he feared, no, hoped that they spilled out of the dress. He bit a groan in his throat. Never had a woman ever affected him to this level. In or