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the man replied. "You're a witch." "No, dear. 'Wizard' is the term for males, while 'witch' is reserved for females. Clearly, I don't resemble a female, making me a wizard," he explained, his tone strained. Freya opened her mouth a few times, unable to find the right words. "What's the matter? Never encountered a wizard before?" he scoffed, offering a faint, enigmatic smile. "I've heard they're vengeful," Freya mumbled, her gaze unwavering.

He parts from yet another rough kiss, the nasty, annoying smirk appearing on his lips. "Jealous much?" "Fuck you..." Suddenly, the howling crowd went silent. There was an incredible shift in the air, I couldn't pin point the feeling but it hit at the back of my neck. A response to threat, is such a reaction. Turning around, I see the wizard, looking old yet with jet black hair and tight skin, wearing sunglasses in the dimness of his own house, was him. Charles Glen, the Wizard.

He said that was a privilege! Later on, I learned that his name is Harold and he is a wizard. Bear in mind that all this was new to me. He went on to explain to us why we were supposedly chosen to be his lab rats. According to him, we were all good fighters and all had the werewolf gene in us. Meaning we had some connection to werewolves. We just never activated that gene and he was kind enough to make us aware of our true identity.

Yuvraj Darsh replied "Why are you doing this madness Darsh? You are only 18 but your behavior is nothing near to the 18 year old. How did you become like this? Was it a mistake that we let you learn wizard craft" maharani Mridula asked (I don't know if that's something that exists or not. It's like witch craft but as he is boy so wizard craft) "Why are you thinking that? Don't you want your son to become powerful? Think matashree I will become so much powerful and then will rule on everything." Darsh said

I felt Dylan's rough breath tickle my nape. Dylan got up slowly. Release me from his embrace. "What's that...?" "That's magic. I'm... a wizard, Dylan."

The diagrams on the primeval wall were chiefly of slaughtered wolfs, vampires and witches—or wizards, hiding behind trees; drawn with an organized assembly of long, dark strokes, and the moon. Harold's torch shifted with curiosity and it landed on another writing. “FRANCIS, 1993.” ≈≈≈ “Who's Francis?” Harold asked none of them in particular. His voice was unusually high-pitched and he didn't expect a reply from either of them. He was surprised when Trisha; like an hypnotized being, walked to the inscription, placed a few fingers on the engraved writing and said; “Francis was a wizard. One of the smartest students to have ever passed through this school. At least he was, until something dread

The group immediately jumped sideward to avoid falling into the crack. “It seems that you do not see how grave the situation is right now. Then I will give you a final choice, you shall choose to cross over to my side or stay there and helplessly wait for your gods to come help you,” said the wizard who extended his hand to the hero’s group. “You also seem to have the wrong idea, we came here to kill you, not talk with you,” Harlequin said with a grave expression. “Heed your king, carry out my will,” Harlequin spoke and a black halo appeared in his head, hovering above was a glowing white cross.

“Right?” Nodding my head, I confirm that he is, in fact, NOT a dragon. “Then… Are you a wizard like Harry Potter?” Aria looks to Aleksandr and she’s the first one to ask him directly. He just smiles and shakes his head. Alex is still looking at me as if he’s trying to decide if this is an elaborate ruse or if I’m actually being serious, but he remains quiet.

"Won't it be more advisable if you double-check your spell?" Gee narrows his eyes at the vampire with his teeth gritted. "I've used this spell more than I can count. I know it works." Though, what worries me is if the mole drew the circle properly using the enchanted chalk. If she did, the plan would be successful and I don't need to get my head cut off by Aunt Rie and Kay. "I have been sent by my master to make sure that your mission here goes well. Do not anger me, witch," the same vampire hisses.

"My father said…" The leader of the Wizards stood tall, his pale face tilted upward with arrogance, as though the world itself were beneath his feet. His voice echoed with a tone that sliced through the tension in the air, sharp and unsettling. "Witches are the hunters of Wolves and Vampires. The most thrilling moment of a wizard’s life is to make a stew from their blood… and drink them." He chuckled, a slow, rotten sound that sent a ripple of discomfort across our group. His sunken eyes scanned us, predatory and gleaming with amusement.