Wizards In Fiction Novels & Stories

When we officially entered the forest, beasts of its kind started attacking us. I unsheathed my sword and swung it to the beast nearing me. I missed hitting the head but instead, wounded its hand, but its claws also wounded me on my right arm. I winced in pain but tried to endure it, or else I am dead. Zale was fighting some of the beasts, he is still unwounded but seeing him kind of having a hard time, I tried to concentrate on taking down my own opponent. I once again swung my sword using my left arm, because my right arm is wounded. I am experienced in fighting, especially using my, but Zale told me earlier to not use my magic because it is dangerous if normal people will see it.

There were two powerful wizards, but also very snobbish and cruel. They were the family of Jo's Wizards. They lived in a mansion surrounded by a magical forest. One day, a group of good wizards decides to end Jo's wizards' reign of terror. They catch Jo's wizards off guard and cast a spell on cruel wizards that would make them silly forever. They stayed crazy, talking in riddles not understanding each other and always happy.

Oh sweet Abyss, you are not against me fooling around a little with those chimps right? Alright me! I should not slack off! I should already master those spells! Did I mention that my class is [Sorceress]? Its description says it’s the class of magic users that can use all kinds of magic without any kind of restriction or taboo. It’s in a way a class equal to higher than saint, after all saints can never use witchcraft or totem magic or example. But they can draw power from “belief” and “faith”… which is completely OP in a way!

Werewolves' leader is about to cut his neck, unfortunately, he forgot about the golem and the golem punched the wolves and that made the wolves' failed to slice the head of Warlocks' leader. The earth could clearly conclude how completely dependent the two of them are. Without power, both of them will rely on their comrades. Dependent Dependent Dependent creatures. On the other fight, the Fairy and Wizard. The holder of the power of the moon. They are the offspring of the moonlight. The caster of magic. Both of them are the privileges of magic, but one's power must be diffused. Who will be that race? Is it the little but invulnerable Fairy? Or is it the undefeated Wizard?

Felix turned on his heel to leave, but before leaving he gave one last warning. "Remember. I'll be watching you. " With that said, he left. Viktor leaned forward in the chair where he was sitting, and vomited. ♦ ♦ ♦ The warrior priests, Paladins and Clerics as manifestations of the divine intervention of the gods themselves on the earthly plane, regarded the Magi who practiced their arcane arts, made potions and wrote scrolls as little more than Warlocks and Sorcerers.

No evening birds sending their eerie calls into the failing light. No sign of life other than these vicious beasts. There were two mages working against their far greater numbers. It took me only a moment to realize that the mages were Hawk and Magus, the mages Warlord had helped escape the Guild under the condition they find and protect his sister and send him word. Hawk wielded a blue light that fed his power. Magus’ was green. But trying to determine who they were actually fighting against was impossible to pinpoint. There’s far too many wolves here to tell which are on which side.

the oracle told me when I asked him if the alpha of the pack knew about the room. He told me that the alpha has all the maps to all the houses in the pack of cigarettes except for the oracles though he knows. " The reason why they don't draw a map for this house and for the oracles that have been there is for the safety of the pack," he had told me. The Caspers, the oracle told me, we're the first ever wizards to ever walk the face of the earth and they were believed to be the strongest. "That was until the 12th century when all of them but one boy were exterminated by the ruling king of Ireland where they were believed to be from.

If only you had studied the history books, you would have found out all this and put an end to it before it got this tough. It was when I finally found her that I met the man who took her into his living space and gave her food and shelter. His name is Christos Endymion, and he is a wizard, the last white wizard. We all know about the white wizards, it is said that they are spirits of our ancestors that keep visiting earth after they were called back. They only visit when they are needed and they don’t reveal themselves, except absolutely necessary. He only revealed himself to me because I am Alpha Keith's only friend and his mission on earth is to prevent his brother from killing his heir.

"Your mastery over elemental magic and your unwavering loyalty make you an ideal candidate. Will you join this quest?" Felicity, standing tall and resolute, stepped forward. "I will, Supreme Sorcerer. I shall serve our coven with all my power." Constantine nodded, then turned her gaze to Freya, a witch known for her unparalleled knowledge of ancient spells. "Freya, your expertise in ancient magic is unmatched. Will you lend your talents to this mission?" Freya, her expression one of fierce determination, stepped forward to join Felicity. "I pledge my abilities to our cause, Supreme Sorcerer."

“Being a witch is more than just waving your wand around.” Mistress Sungul would always say, her own wand poised between her fingers. “We are what mages dream to be. We are what priests fear.” It was almost like a mantra. As Sungul leisurely paced around the room, soaking in my blank stares and gazing at the mist that oozed from her wand, she would repeat herself. Sometimes muttering so low that I had to strain to hear her. Usually, she was boisterous, loudly jabbering on about our roles as witches.