Oblivion The Wizard's Tower Novels & Stories

All of a sudden, he remembers that one mage who passed by their town during his younger days, said it's such a shame how his younger sister who's physically frail has more advantageous amount of mana than him who's really determined. From then on, he abandoned this little dream, and continued to practice his archery skill instead. "Surely. But mages are qualified for the selection too and they'd have the upper hand, undoubtedly. Now come with me, it's for your own benefit, anyway." The night has completely swallowed the bright sky as they walk further, and the same forest he visits every twilight seems to slowly transform into an unfamiliar place from his perspective. He no longer see any wi

“Not everything is what it seems.” I knew it. Iz had been compromised and we most likely walked into a trap. “Indeed.” We reached room 11. No lock secures the door close but a spell barricades it. “I can get in and out of there,” I stated, releasing Elijah’s hand. “It will wear you out,” Elijah reached for the door, seizing up how powerful the spell was. “I can do it,” I said firmly. “Loren is a victim and we have to help her.” Through the open rectangular peephole, I saw Loren curled up in a bunker. She had her back on us, but there’s no denying how thin she was.

My only direction was forward, towards the lair of the demon wizard, Vornt. As I reached the doors of Vornt's sanctuary, my breath came in ragged gasps. I pushed open the heavy wooden doors, revealing a dimly lit chamber filled with the scent of ancient texts and incense. Vornt, a figure draped in shadow, awaited me at the center, his eyes burning like smoldering coals.

Damon stared hard at the bodies expressionless. Alex stood next to him as they watched the pack’s physician who was currently bent over, examining one of the dead men. A few warriors stood around them waiting for the physician to be done, and finally, he stood up with a sigh. “Sorcery,” He announced much to the shock of everyone. Damon felt his face hardened at the declaration, the two men had been his pack’s warriors. “We’ve lost three warriors to this witch!” Alex said angrily.

“Basically, he’s a fuck buddy, but he’s also a warlock. I’m not sure how strong he is, but he has his own coven. I’m guessing that’s where Levana is hiding.” “Where is he?” my father asks. “Don’t know. She didn’t exactly introduce us to him. She kept him to herself and we only saw him coming and going.” “Name?” I ask. “Laris. Laris Bevan.” I pull out my phone, moving to step away while my father continues talking to Avery. “Hi baby, what’s up?” my mate answers on the first ring. “Quick question, can you do a locator spell with just a name?”

The wizard was a bridge between worlds, a conduit of magic and wisdom who would guide them through the labyrinthine paths of enchantment in their quest to free Lucy from her enthrallment. As they beheld the wizard's awe-inspiring appearance, Darren and Maddie knew that their journey into the realms of magic had truly begun. With each passing moment, they could sense the weight of destiny settling upon their shoulders, as the enigmatic wizard prepared to lead them on a path that would test their resolve, challenge their beliefs, and ultimately unveil the secrets that lay hidden within the very fabric of their lives.

Instead, I said, “So what? More instructors? Another round of trials?” She shook her head. “No. I’m assigning you a personal tutor.” Something about the way she said it made the hair on my arms rise. “Who?” I asked. She smiled. It didn’t reach her eyes. The Tower of Shadows hadn’t been used in over a century. Its top floor had been sealed, warded with blood magic so old it was practically sentient. I felt it before I stepped through the door — that low hum of awareness, like the stone itself was watching me.

Wilbur had spent the whole night thinking. He had made it to the magical tower after all that trouble and was determined to at least pass the first level. He was going to kill Johnson and the others, then stay on the first level of the tower to cultivate before heading to the second level. After all, the energy aura here was far too tempting for him to give up. It was ten times more concentrated than that of the arcane formation, which was a hundred times more concentrated than that of Earth. That would make the energy aura in the magical tower a thousand times more concentrated compared to the dimension he was from.

Orvil added after a while. "What do you mean?" Vina wanted some more information and she was going to squeeze every drop from the old man even if she had to wait for a breath of eternity of stay in this realm. "Hmmmm..." the old wizard just hummed once but his eyes changed to a particular direction in the vastness of this multi threaded reality. Directly above the branches of connected realms was of course the mass of light that dwarfed even all the domains of the Lords combined. "You wish to escape?! Lunacy!"

She led him through the large expanse of land, toward a looming structure that broke the endless horizon. The Tower of Oblivion rose impossibly high, its jagged spire vanishing into the heavens above. Unlike the boundless blue of the Silent Expanse, the sky above the tower was shrouded in darkness. Thick clouds churned and twisted violently, laced with flashes of thunder and lightning that cracked across the heavens with bone-rattling force. The air was heavy, oppressive, as though the tower drained warmth and hope from everything around it. Prince Ron’s eyes widened as he stared at the large ominous building. “Is that…”