The Spire In The Woods Novels & Stories

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.

I flicked through a book called Out In The Field, which turned out to be a guide to planting crops at different times of the year, and placed it back on the shelf. “Do you know anyone who can do magic?” I asked her. “My uncle’s supposed to be able to, but I haven’t seen him in a few years. He locked himself away in one of the spires, working on his research, whatever that is.” There were seven spires around the city, each vastly taller than any of the other buildings, and with no doors or windows. I continued browsing the shelves. “What are the spires for?” “I don’t know. Daddy says they protect the city, but I don’t see how. They never do anything.”

Elara explained, "we can destabilize the Seed. But we need a huge amplifier. We need the Lumina Spire." The Ascent of the Damned The Spire was the highest point of the embassy, surrounded by a swirling vortex of Shades. Kael, Roric, and a group of Iron-Kin volunteers began the ascent. It was a battle of the mind. As they climbed the spiral stairs, the Shades whispered. They spoke in the voices of the dead-Liora, Lilith, even Kael's father. They promised the peace of the void, the end of the struggle, the beauty of the "Nothing."

Félix shouted. He was already in the rigging of the Spire, his emerald aura flared into a jagged, defensive perimeter. Behind him, Runa and the Deep Woods wolves were moving through the branches with a frantic, lethal grace, their bone-daggers coated in the cooling quartz-oil Nathaniel had concocted.

Mama is coming. "The Spire is guarded by a shield," Isaac whispered as we reached the base of a massive tower that disappeared into the clouds. "It’s made of the same energy as the Crown. If you touch it, it will fry your brain." "I’ve survived the Crown twice," I said. "I can handle a shield."

It was clear by her expression that she knew damn well what he had in mind. “I suggest,” he said, “That the victor be the first one to reach and touch the Spire.” “The spire?” someone asked, confused. The spire was a silver object right next to the supply drop area. It served as a beacon, a sort of directional monument for the supply drop from the sky. Other than that, it didn’t have any real purpose. “Why the spire?” someone asked. “Why not?” Viktor shrugged. “It’s out in the open. It’s near the supply drop. It will be very hard for the contestants to reach, given its wide open location.”

​The climb was not a journey; it was a vertical war. ​The interior of the Spire’s foundation was a hollowed-out nightmare of ancient stone and modern corruption. Massive, glowing indigo pipes pulsed with the rhythm of a heartbeat, carrying siphoned ley-line energy upward to where the Queen waited. There were no stairs here, only the "Maintenance Shafts" vertical drops that vanished into a pitch-black abyss.

The spire had vanished by morning. The sky was clearer than it had been in weeks, and the ocean lay calm and glassy as if nothing had breached its surface the night before. But Clara and Ashani knew what they’d seen. The image burned in both of them: that impossible pillar of black stone rising from the deep, veined with pulsing green light. A root. A marker. A promise. Clara stared at the water from the lighthouse kitchen window, her tea forgotten in her hands. She didn’t speak until Ashani sat beside her.

Upon hearing Aaron’s words, the nearby colleagues exchanged uneasy glances, clearly worried about their futures. As Aaron raised his glass to toast everyone, I calmly walked behind him. Without hesitation, I pushed him straight into the nearby fountain pool. “As your still-employed senior, let me teach you your first lesson. A new leader shouldn’t let their fire burn too brightly. Otherwise, they’ll need to cool off.”