Sparks Fly Pt1 Wizard101I always thought I was different from my peers.Very different.But I am a normal kid,I go to school,I watch TV,I get average(by average I mean bad)grades,and anythingSparks Fly Pt1 Wizard101 by CrazyClara
else a normal 14 year old would do.
But one day when I was 4,I did the most amazing thing ever.I was with my friends at the playground,and then I saw some sticks and we started pretending we where
faires...Well actually we where chasing eachother around making "Zzzp!" noises with our "wands".Then when I said "Zzzp!" there was a bright light from where I was
pointing and out came some kind giant cobra!My friends saw and look at me funny.Then I said "Zzzp?..." and pointed my stick at a flower and it turned
into a group of bats with an electric discharge.My friends scream in fear.I then went "Zzzp!" again and both the snake and the bats disapeared.
I was delighted to see I had real powers,my friends however...not so much.My one friend Kylie pointed at me and scream "Freak!She might turn us into toads!" and the
other kids scre
Prologue for Wizards StoryWizards UndercoverPrologue for Wizards Story by Spottedstar499
An elderly man dressed in renaissance-like attire sat precariously on a floating, plush chair, a flying desk hovering in front of him. A blue, crystal ball, was perched carefully on a complexly-designed pedestal, on the enchanted desk. The man had wrinkles creased with age, a spectacle over his right eye, and a long, white beard. Atop his head, a pointed, star-filled wizarding hat stood tall and proud, sagging with age, however. He seemed to be scrutinizing the spherical object, gazing into it's mystical depths. A snowy owl, with a pair of glasses and a college hat, stood on his slightly hunched shoulders, staring at the ball as well. "What is it, Master Ambrose?" the owl hooted, narrowing his bright, yellow eyes at the smoky crystal. Master Ambrose stroked his beard thrumming his fingers gently on the desk, "Wait, my good friend, for the answers will be revealed..." Soon thereafter the words were spoken, images were conjured from the crystal ball, appearing
Wizards of the Spiral: Victoria MythCaller Ch. 1 Wizards of the Spiral: The Story of Victoria MythCallerWizards of the Spiral: Victoria MythCaller Ch. 1 by 1CursedAngel
I didn't want to believe it. I didn't want to believe I was this monster.
Monster. That's what Victoria MythCaller thought she was; what they all were, and this theory may be proven when she is chosen to be The Seventh, the Myth representative for the Spiral Council and the protector of the Novastone, the most powerful gem in the Wizard World. Through trials, betrayal, a romance, and even death, Victoria just might be a monster.
Chapter One: Asylum
My name is well, that's not important. What is important is that I'm a mon
Chapter 1Chapter 1 by TheYUO
The cool summer breeze blew on a young boy's coal-black hair. His silver eyes darted between olden colored clocks, hanging above different wooden signs, to the ceiling of the old train station. The young boy began wondering how long he would have to return to this train station. His mind wondered about this thought till a voice cracked on a speaker and calling out, "Star 5 will be reporting to the gate in five more minutes. And remember students always help out younger students!"
"Oh great, five more minutes and Pat is still not back," The young boy moaned. His dark gray jeans were already sticking to his body and his white t-shirt clung to his chest. He hated knowing that Pat never could keep track of time. His eyes dashed between the different students, hoping to see Pat. Suddenly, the young boy spotted Pat and smiled. He saw Pat talking with some girl, while, luckily, walking towards the young boy. Pat stopped when he saw the black haired boy.
"I was keeping track of time brother!"