Wizards In Fiction Novels & Stories

In return for their loyalty and protection, the witches provided them with valuable knowledge and resources that further cemented their influence. The witches of Orleana were a mysterious group, cloaked in secrecy and hidden from view. They practiced their craft in the shadows, weaving spells and enchantments that could alter the very fabric of reality. They were the keepers of ancient wisdom, possessing knowledge of the arcane arts that few others could even fathom. It was said that they held the key to unlocking the true potential of the supernatural world, a power that many sought but few could ever hope to attain.

My parents had warned me, always, about witches and warlocks. They told me their kind was dangerous, not only because of their powers but because of their nature. Manipulators, deceivers, creatures who sought control over everything the Four Courts had once held. As a child, those words had lodged in me like thorns. I grew up afraid of shadows that might have been theirs, convinced that even their names held power.

"I am a perfect hybrid myself. That's another reason I'm happy you're my mate. I'm an Alpha wolf too." "Alpha?” she asked in shock. “Yeah. But I’m a lone Alpha.” “You’re a werewolf and wizard," she muttered. "I'm not a wizard. I'm a sorcerer." "Sorcerer?" "I do hold the title of a wizard but I'm a sorcerer in truth. Wizards become warlocks after years of practising. Not all become one in their lifetime. But I’m a sorcerer, a rank higher than both and sorcerers isn’t something a wizard achieves. They are born. A warlock has to bow before a low-ranked sorcerer even.”

You can be too, if you just stay with me until the end and listen very, very carefully. In the year 3012, in the reality of Earth 61235, more commonly called as the Majikku Reality, or simply the Magical World, it was rumored that the Dark-Cored wizards have started attacking again. There has been a century of peace in the realm people have become lenient and relaxed. However, eveeything changed when Light-Cored Wizards and Witches started dying.

So, what happened? There have always been clans who dominated others. Some exuberated power, some magic. Magic in those days was not unheard of, it was quite common. Just as common as wolves amongst humans. Witches and wizards were seen everywhere. And for most of it, they lived in pure harmony. For most alphas, witches and wizards were the best advisors. These powerful beings not just supported the alpha and the clan, but also protected them. The protection of witches and wizards extended to the point of their own dominion. The more powerful the witch or wizard was, the better protection they provided.

This time, he is no longer narrowing his eyes. Already, he is staring at me as if nothing he says is ever a joke. "What if I can't find myself even though I'm wearing that?" I inquire inquisitively, and he sighs and nods, "If that occurs, then the seal, the Vera seal, that is protecting your memories was not created by an ordinary wizard." "Ordinary wizard?" After reading a book about mages, my eyes widen when I inquire about them. As soon as I learned that these organisms have food chains, I realized that they also have a hierarchical structure in their lineages, to which I responded, "I see."

In the Old World, there consists of Vampires, Werewolves, Witches and Wizards, and Humans, who all lived in peace. It was euphoric until a time when Witches and Wizards cease to exist, as nature would want it, thus, giving birth to a revolution from the Vampires' side. The most powerful of all the Vampires led the war that torn apart the barrier, separating all of these creatures. Humans: they were the first to drown in the ruins of the war. The Vampires wanted nothing but to rule over all that was created by nature.

Wizards compare runes to my blood patterns. Generals open fleet channels. Plans form fast. Alliances forge in fire. Earth bleeds below—black scars spreading. But the Storm Queen has arrived. The pack is coming. The Court is rising. We will not fall. We will fight. For every city. For every life. For our world. **To be continued…**

Because of fear their ridiculous things would reveal the secrets of the whole community, they were also to be watched by the Magic Council. One other side was to be inhabited by witches, wizards, vampires, werewolves, and hybrids of all kinds of all races. Races were compatible, who tended to congregate in one area of course. No one had the spare time to deal with hordes of supernatural beings that were always ready to make trouble and capable of inflicting terrible damage if fought.

“You’re not a magician. Close. But no.” “Close?” I repeated. “Well, on the surface anyway.” “Am I a wizard?” “Nope.” “Hmmm….” I had no idea what I was missing, and the fact that his hand was on me was distracting. “Are there others like me in the woods?” “Yes,” he said quickly.