Oblivion The Wizard's Tower Novels & Stories

Now, I stood in a hidden fortress surrounded by the very enemies of my people. Life had a funny way of spinning out of control. At the heart of the platform stood the wizard, his silver robes trailing like a ghostly wake. He surveyed the crowd, his voice echoing with an authority that demanded attention. “My followers.” Instant silence washed over the room. No one dared to breathe or break the spell he cast with his mere presence. “For years, we have lurked in the shadows,” he proclaimed, his gaze sweeping like a searchlight. “We’ve watched as wolves seized dominion over lands that never belonged to them. We’ve witnessed their Alpha bloodlines grow arrogantly untouchable.”

The heavy scent of charred pine and roasted meats still lingered in the courtyard, but by the first light of dawn, the war room was already dead silent, save for the unrolling of fresh parchment. Orion stood at the center of the black obsidian table, his fingers tracing a complex network of silver lines that mapped out the dense, crystalline boundaries of the Inner Forest Glen. Unlike the standard military maps the wolves had captured over the years, this one detailed the hidden infrastructure of the spires—the veins of stolen primordial magic that pulsed beneath the surface.

Two days remained until the alignment of the three moons. The Obsidian Tower felt like a powder keg ready to ignite. Servants moved with nervous haste. Guards patrolled in larger groups. Even the floating crystals seemed to flicker with unease, as if the realm’s magic sensed the approaching fracture. Lyra spent the morning in a tense strategy meeting at Kaelith’s side. The atmosphere was poisonous.

"At the time, I was dealing with a traitor. That man wasn't saying a line when he asked you for help. He was really begging for help. What you touched wasn't fake blood either. It was real blood." My eyes slowly widened, but Theodore continued. "When Nora pushed you in, I was planning to deal with you too because that involved family secrets. Outsiders couldn't be allowed to see it. The first thought that came to mind was… Which of the many islands in the Southern Isles should I send you to." I quickly shrank back and wrapped myself under the blanket.

I just don’t know why my parents forbid me from using it but it appears to me that it will just cause me danger so I have no reasons in using so. “Happy Birthday Crystal!” A familiar voice coming from behind me really surprised me. The voice came from Kirk Robinson, my friend at Pyronia Island where we once lived. “Thanks for coming! Who are you with? I thought you’ll not be able to come but you did! You really are amazing.” Kirk gave me a slight hug before handing me his present. He is a Spirit wizard that’s why he knows how to create potions, he can also heal wounds.

Gone was the woman who had to plead to her mate about innocence and second chances. The witches and warlocks of this Genesis Coven had touched her reverse scale. She screamed the words of enchantment at the same moment the eleven warlocks opened their mouths to seal their spell! “Brivago!” “Gutiumha!” With the clash of the advanced spells, the barrier of the domain shattered and the entire tower suffered a huge magic depletion for a good minute before a loud noise erupted with vengeance!

᯽⊱❈═ E T H E L ═❈⊰᯽ A villain, that's what the little dragon said to her, that's what he suggested to her to thrones, to avoid that cold, sharp fate at her core; that crimson sheet on the floor spreading. "Thinking too much, violet?" the dragon wings that were so familiar just landed on the balcony, with an almost theatrical delicacy. "Overthinking is euphemism, dear..." the purple-eyed one sighed as she said "this all seems so...strange."

His tail bounced back silently without making a sound. "That's incredible defense!" Willow knew that Walter's strength was as powerful as Chase's techniques, and she could not help exclaiming out loud. She bit her lip, and her eyes glowed with purple light. She wanted to try attacking it too. The sorcerer's tower appeared in her sea of consciousness, and low, eerie moans could be heard coming from it. Willow could sense that the tower was much taller inside her sea of consciousness. She could only stare up at the tower while inside.

"I also felt it earlier, but when I wanted to investigate it. The figure has already left and left no trace at all. Even my abilities can't detect where it went!" A conversation that probably not everyone will understand. It all started 5 years ago when Edward and Harry were kidnapped. They experience things that are very sadistic and torture that make Edward's power and his unknown identity appear out of nowhere. Edward is a vampire, a spiritual being who is often considered a myth. While Harry is a Siren, a kind of living creature that lives in the depths of the water in Middle Earth. All of this seemed unbelievable to both of them. But this is real. And what always makes them wonder is ab