Oblivion The Wizard's Tower Novels & Stories

Barilla stood outside of the most expansive tower in Sarang with clammy palms. She took a deep breath before she thanked the doorman for opening the door and made her way in. The Tribe was crowded with many witches and wizards, given the abrupt call of the Tribe’s Mistress, It came as no surprise to her. This tower was also located in the center of the Tribe, so naturally, it attracted a lot of witches and wizards who had returned after years. All of them had seen the demonic monsters on their way here. The chaos was expected but unwelcome.

Titan mumbled. Mellor arrived several minutes later, and so did Leo who was quickly informed downstairs of Olivia's awakening. He rushed upstairs and walked in, to find an ancient wizard encircling his sister, muttering a bunch of nonensical words. He didn't understand why Titan with all of his education and sophistication believed so much in these diabolical things. "We meet again, your majesty," Mellor said to Olivia. Olivia liked him, but she still regarded him warily especially as he made a 360 degree turn around her, holding something ancient that emanated smoke, reciting what she couldn't make sense of.

That way, they could attract superior cultivators to join them and become a formidable force. Those in Zymurgy had more edge since they monopolized nearly all of the cultivation resources. To fight against them, James would have to open up the Great Historial Land as a base to gather all living beings. However, James was left dumbfounded by Wesleyʼs advice to keep his wife and Morgott under control. Furthermore, they had to be wary of Hokuwn too. A tower glowing with beautiful lights floated toward James and stopped before him at that moment. “The Wohrdaemon Tower?” James exclaimed. He held out his hand and let the tower rest on his palm.

Hell, her reaction this morning wasn't even an overreaction if they ask him. However, her thirst for the truth will definitely put her to danger. It worries him that she might cross borders that are not meant for humans to step over. That's the main reason why hunters like him exist. They are the only ones who can move and poke their noses into human and vampire businesses. Her lights went out and he even saw her silhouette as she moved to the wall before the lights went off. That was his cue to go inside and walk upstairs. Mrs. Dawson is already waiting in front of her own unit.

The dimly lit interior of the restaurant faded behind her, and the reality of the night surrounded her in its starkness. Her footsteps echoed against the cold pavement as she hurried toward the parking lot located just below the restaurant. Her car, a sanctuary that promised solace and escape, awaited her patiently at the edge of the parking lot. But her emotional turmoil kept her oblivious to her surroundings, narrowing her focus and numbing her senses. Approaching the edge of the parking lot, Juniper's gaze remained fixed solely on her car, her sanctuary. In her final desperate sprint toward the vehicle, a car suddenly zoomed past her, its headlights illuminating her trembling form for a f

I was expecting the master to plainly twist the knob and push open the door but of course, in the world of witchcraft, nothing can be simple. He instead maneuvered his palms in a vertical circle manner. After a few moments, we were taken aback by the sudden gust of wind that almost blew us away from the door, at the exact time, the double door flew open—revealing a dimly lit office, where a table stood tall in the middle and behind it was a broad shouldered silhouette under a dark cloak. We regained our posture and followed Master Zorylle, the only one who was unaffected by the strong wind. Ugh, wizards.

Their names vanished from the records almost overnight. I had hated his uncle for holding the place that should have been mine. That hatred had been simple and sharp. Yet when I first heard the stories about Levante, fear settled in its place. He was not someone I could defeat alone. A young child who could reshape an entire kingdom in less than half a decade? I could no longer feel the same certainty I had once felt toward his uncle. That was why, five years ago, I brought Wizard Ivan into my service. He was an expert in dark magic. He understood exactly what could be done and what should be left untouched. I placed my trust in his knowledge because I needed an edge that no ordinary force c

“But you’re trying very hard to.” Massive black gates start opening ahead of us and the estate rises out of the darkness slowly, headlights sweeping over towering stone walls wrapped in ivy blackened by rain. Massive windows glow gold against the storm, warm light spilling across perfectly manicured grounds that stretch endlessly into the night. Armed security stand beneath covered walkways, shadows with guns tucked beneath tailored coats, while fountains glitter beneath marble statues that probably cost more than everything I’ve ever owned combined. It doesn’t look like a home, it looks like the kind of place where powerful men bury bodies beneath, a fortress dressed up as luxury.

“Can’t I just leave and never return.” “No, I am afraid not, you don’t feel different because you haven’t changed fully, we are not sure why.” He said walking with her. “We are still learning about you, but you will start to feel different, we have to do this other ritual, the White Dwellers.” “No, no more rituals,” Ivy said shaking her head. “We must, it’s the only way we can figure out what you are. You aren’t even the shadow dweller, since Drake did it, so we want to try the White Dweller ritual and see if it works.”

Glade told to us without interruptions, while Raid keeps on slashing those burning vines behind him using his Blade of Pride. I and Deborah stood up at the same time. “You’re right. No matter how much we struggled, we can’t defeat those nine-higher ranking demons by ourselves,” I responded. The tremendous amount of dark energy resonating from the tower is immensely unfathomable— something that I can’t measure with my ability to sense magic. It’s too much of horror, sending me a shiver down my spine every time that tower released an incredible amount of dark magic through those nasty vines. “Dark Divine Magic: Black Labyrinth,” I casted my navigation spell.