Oblivion The Wizard's Tower Novels & Stories

Some of them showed an apparent puzzled expression on their faces, while some who knew about Oberon’s Sol, obediently heed to his orders. “Farewell.” Oberon said, gaining the goodbye waves from his people as he entered the portal. While passing through the gate, he hoped nothing bad happened inside the world he will be entering. Gradually, his silhouette disappeared into the swirling portal, and it closed. *** It was a battlefield from the moment Noel opened his eyes. The world he expected to see was burned into ashes with purple flames, and in the middle of the blazing earth, a tall, peakless tower emerged.

Jaravles remarked and continued, "Our crown prince has won the battle with ravens twice (he emphasized the word TWICE) and the forbidden object in the Forbidden Tower is secured forever." "As for now," Arger Gremjac smirked with an arched right-side brow, "But the defeated ravens may arise for revenge. I heard the ravens were led by a wizard (Arger Gremjac sharpened his eyes on the white queen) or perhaps by a witch. (He turned his head away from the white queen and faced the court.) The dark knight can’t assure for sure." Mirabella the White Queen, Jaravles the Dark Knight, and Nora the Night Fury ragged on the king of Pahrolymire, Arger Gremjac. The chattering noise filled the court, and t

In the midst of the heated debate, Liam, Daniel, and Allan continued to weave a tapestry of plans and strategies to counter the unleashed wizard. Liam, leaning over the table, outlined his perspective. "We can't solely rely on the forest spirits. While their guidance is valuable, we need practical measures to defend the kingdom. Allan, strengthen the castle's defenses and mobilize the guards. Daniel, gather information from the surrounding villages; we need to know if the wizard has left any traces." Allan, the embodiment of steadfast determination, nodded in agreement. "I'll ensure that every entrance is secured, and the guards are on high alert. If the wizard attempts an intrusion, we'll b

" Liam, whose organizational skills had only sharpened during his time with the meticulous Kael, was already at the tactical screen. "The Wielders primarily channeled power at four sites: the Emberfall Spire, the Ironwood Fortress (before the Orb's destruction), a small, forgotten ritual circle in the Sky-Claw foothills, and a heavily polluted area near the Coastal Nexus where Drax executed his decoy blast." Olivia, entering the room with a steaming mug of restorative tea, placed it firmly on the desk. "The Emberfall Spire is too central; the seal would have failed instantly if that were the issue.

“They feed on shadow magic. My powers won’t work here.” Ellie’s silver fire surged, cutting through the curtain like a blade. “Fire hurts them. Follow me!” She darted through, and they rushed after her, the shadows hissing and retreating as her flames burned them away. Inside, the tower spiraled upward, a single stone staircase winding around a central shaft of swirling void magic that cast the walls in purple light. Portraits lined the walls—hooded figures, ice witches, even a Voss woman with Elara’s eyes—their faces melting into smoke as they passed.

His eyes caught on a footnote at the bottom: See also: Fated Bonds for cases of supernatural attraction overriding species instinct. Nathan froze. The Special Section required faculty permission, but the wolf in him recognized opportunity. He waited until the librarian stepped away before slipping behind the circulation desk. The Special Section door opened with a creak that set his teeth on edge. Inside, the air smelled different—older, heavier with magic. His night vision sharpened as he scanned the shelves until he found it: Fated Bonds: When Instinct Overrides Reason. The cover felt strangely warm under his fingertips, bound in what his wolf recognized immediately as wolfskin.

The villagers’ chants began, low and rhythmic, echoing through the stone walls. Sarah’s knees trembled. The spiral on her palm pulsed like a heartbeat. Then a sharp crack sounded from the ceiling, dust rained down, the tower shook. John looked up, alarmed. “What now?” From the shadows, a deep growl emerged something was coming something ancient. The spiral glowed brighter the blood warden’s smile faded. Sarah’s voice broke through the chants. “I will not be your queen.” The tower rumbled again. And then, the ground split beneath their feet.

“Tell me about this Zen of yours," Sean asked. A faint smirk tugged at his mouth, "If he's even real," he muttered with a tinge of doubt. "He isn't mine, and he is very much real," Violet replied, gazing out the window. "You say he is some wizard out for revenge," he prompted. "I think I've already narrated the story," Violet replied. "Not to me," Sean reminded her. “Wizard Zen is searching for the former king, Aurielus. He carries the Heartstone.” Violet told him.

Or maybe… it was something else. “So… we’re leaving in the morning?” I asked, already bracing myself for another long trek through whatever cursed terrain waited beyond the horizon. Routine. Predictable. Safe—at least, that’s what I told myself. But the Wizard didn’t answer right away. His fingers tightened around his staff, eyes flicking to the window as if the shadows outside might be listening. “You must approach with extreme caution,” he said finally, voice low and deliberate. “The Shadowvale isn’t just where the Wicked’s power thrives—it’s where he was born into what he is now.”

I’m back again. The scent of old wood fills the air. The darkness closes in around me. I can feel the rough splinters digging into my palms. I don’t even need to open my eyes to see where I am. I’m inside the cupboard, the same one where everything always begins, on the third floor of the palace tower: the chamber of heirs, which later became the chamber of death. I force my eyes open and press against the tiny crack in the wood. There they are, my brothers, my blood, lined up, trembling, with fear and confusion etched across their young faces, and in the midst of them is Niall.