Wizardingworld Novels & Stories

Once again the students looked at the vice leaders and made some guesses about whose Master represented this sigil. The person who stepped forward is the woman who is wearing a red slit tight dress. She seductively walked in front of the stage wearing a mischievous smile. “I am Alexa Monroe house master of Bake-kujira home for the witches and warlocks, bringer of Curse. My dear Old man Adam forgot to mention that each house has a different meaning to its sigils. For the witches and warlocks, our sigil will forever be etched in our bodies and soul. You will carry the next generation of leaders.” Vice leader Alexa introduces the first recruit and went back beside the other masters.

Even with her lively and lovely looking fashion choice resembling that of a doll, her expression and posture silently screams arrogance and 'keep a mile distance' at first glance. "I-Is that—" "What's so shocking, 'big brothers'?" That annoyingly high-pitched voice, there is no way they would not recognize it. "Zelda!?" the brothers blurted in chorus. Fourteen years old Zelda is a talented mage notable for her wide knowledge in everything animal and beast-related information. She is the adopted daughter of an old mage woman who resides in the town who is renowned for her healing skills and great mystical wisdom, which she provides for the town folks free of charge. Even at her age, her maste

he muttered. "Maybe they don't have messages there?" Lethabo asked he took the remains of the letter from Jordon hand, inspecting the last page. "This an extensive list. We use a lot of these things ourselves but the wand is new and I've never heard of these books or the Authors," he said, looking up and seeing the confused looks on Sebestian and Dell faces. He read the rest of the letter out LUNA LAND SCHOOL OF WITCHCRAFT AND WIZARDRY

The crown hummed a lullaby in Romanian, Welsh, German, Japanese, and cabbage-scented love. Celeste Valentina Morua—14-year-old white-blonde Blood Wizard, Level 1, Crown equipped

It felt soothing, like he was telling me I'd do fine and it was all right. "I'll be here. I'll be here to always tell you what's real and what isn't, Maeve. You've beat these games before. You can do it again." I heard Lyra in my head encouraging me. Sometimes I think I'm crazy. I wonder if other people's wolves had names and if theirs seemed like a different entity from them. I cautiously asked Dalia and Nyla, but they looked at me like I was crazy. But I could hear Lyra... I could feel her. And thanks to the Mad Mage's incident, I now know what she looks like.

– Then the driver made a movement with his cap. - Yes, sir, where they left them before returning to the Hurican mansion. Year: 1639 Place Europe, United Kingdom England London. Manchester During the High Middle Ages. The organization of wizards, having as candidates for great masters were there, Nimue and Merlin who would choose a new candidate for the position of council wizard, among the new members there were Charles a wizard with white hair and at his side Suzana, in the middle of to the challenges, Merlin did not accept Suzana, but Charles, winning a spot on the council chair, so, thirsty with rage, she went to Morgana.

It was the second time I burned myself with my cup of tea. I had recently bought it when I discovered an internet store about literary articles, and I instantly fell in love with the Harry Potter-themed cup that only required the coat of arms belonging to the book when it was filled to the top by a smoking liquid. Most of the time, I just filled it with water just to have the pleasure of seeing the dark color giving way to the brightness that contained the drawing of the most famous magnificent witchcraft school in the literary world.

It felt good to talk to someone who understood her, and she knew she could count on Sara to support her no matter what. She finished her tea and went back to her laptop, determined to learn everything she could about the supernatural world. She searched through various forums and blogs, looking for any information that could help her. She read about how vampires and werewolves had been at war for centuries, and how their kind had evolved to become more powerful. As she scrolled through the pages, she came across an article that caught her attention. It was about a secret society of hunters who specialized in killing supernatural beings. They were known as the Order of the Phoenix, and they h

Hogwarts Castle, Somewhere in the Scottish Highlands November 23rd, 1992, 1:55 PM As the house-elf, Parchy, popped out, Madam Pince was looking at the place that it was before. "We have house-elves just for the library?" She asked, looking back at Susan. "Yes, we have. They are specialized in library and book care, organization, and book recovery. Their magic works so much better than a wizards' to repair the pages of a book that there is no way to compare both."

Since I had no clue about the wizards, I tried looking at some books in my library so I could learn about them, but it’s just all about the history of werewolves. I massaged the temple of my nose, trying to think of a better plan on how to study the history and abilities of wizards, but nothing came to my mind. What should I do? I need to widen my knowledge of this world so I can execute my plan. “Here’s your tea, Your Highness,” the Butler said.