Wizards Of Oz Novels & Stories

George's POV: Hazelwood is a magical place, full of mystery and wonder. It's a place where witches and werewolves coexist in harmony, and where the natural world is revered and respected. The equinox is a particularly special time in Hazelwood, as it marks the changing of the seasons and the balance between light and dark. The witches of Hazelwood are a diverse group, with different personalities and abilities. Some are healers, while others specialize in divination or elemental magic. But despite their differences, they all share a deep connection to the earth and the natural world.

Her guards, the two powerful wizards were no joke. In witchcraft, whose power dominates the other one's shall eventually win. So now if Olga masks herself and the entire group behind her without falling in the wizard's radius, Olga would win. In other terms...Pegasus would consider Olga to be an exceptionally strong witch. "Guys, let me explain something. Even if that door is open, the wizards can easily sense someone entering inside. Let's say only I can see it, but there's a barrier they build together—"

Wolf! Damn, Jamie. You really are losing it. Her neighbors were out doing their own decorating, too. Some people put out fake bodies, others had witches flying in their trees. Still others had ghosts suspended from porch eaves or the limbs of their trees. Jamie had her own special effects - a ghost and a witch - that Mike set out for her.

[Third Person POV] People living in Sampa town are happy again. The curse of witches from black wizards finally lifted. Everyone is having fun and they are thankful for a girl named Luna. Fearing that the other witches would return, Luna cast a spell to protect the entire town against the black wizards.

Wiggy exclaimed, which sounded more like a whisper. Phillip squinted, in the moonlight, they looked more silver than ruby ​​red. "Why do you have women's shoes?" "I stole it from a woman named Dorothy." “Dorothy from the Wizard of Oz? How?" "It's a long story, and we don't have time." Wiggy handed the shoes to Phillip. "Put it on Philly!" "Why should I put it on?" "To save your sister, of course!"

It was just a tale but he proved it right when he saw my reaction. “Your eyes couldn’t lie. You are so transparent.” he said like he knew me for a very long time. I couldn’t stand him looking at me straight, so I left his eyes first. Then, he talked about the deal. “You are a witch, right? Then make a love potion and steal my brother’s heart.” he proposed. “You are insane.” I told him. I learned nothing about spells, magic and potions. Not even a single one. My mother didn’t introduce me to any form of it. Witchcraft was forbidden and was punishable by death, now and forever.

"Allan of the Red Realm request permission to exit" When the dazzling light emanated by the golden leaves of the talking oak tree finally subsided, the group of warlocks was nowhere to be found. They are now teleported somewhere outside the premises of Iridos

Megumi's eyes smiles as she points at something that looks like a mirror maze, she smiled at me and said, "Let's go there!" Smiling at me like that is a foul play Megumi, how can I say no now? Of course I can't so I grabbed her hands and lead her there. The students greeted us and said, "Welcome to our class's Wonderland. If you manage to find the tunnel's end withing 15 minutes, you get a prize of okonomiyaki, a japanese vegetable pancake. So are you in?" I dropped some bills on the entrance and entered with Megumi. Inside was quite dark and filled with mirrors making it quite confusing and scary but Megumi actually seems to enjoy it just when she was about to bumped into a mirror, I pulled

I saw a figure running to the gate and then it disappeared, literally passed through the gate. Could witches do that? There was no time to think. I had to act fast. “Willow. What’s going on? Where are you rushing off to?” I turned to see Lucas walking to me I pointed at the gate “Winnie. She ran away. We need to find her” He looked genuinely confused. “Who is Winnie?” “The Wizard king’s ten year old daughter” He recaliberated quickly. “She’s a witch, she could be anywhere” He was right. But I knew Winnie a little. Where could she be? It hit me. “She likes attention. I think I know where she went”

But instead of old stories from my grandmother’s life, the pages were scrawled with strange symbols and sketches—shorthand in her handwriting explaining the purpose of different runes and sigils. Flipping through the pages, there were sketches of wolves, and the last page that she’d written in had a detailed rendition of a nightmarish wolf-beast that made my blood run cold at the sight of it, it’s eyes smudged over with charcoal in the shape of a protective rune. My heart raced when I realized what I was holding. This was no ordinary journal, it was a spell book.