Wizard's Tower Novels & Stories

Zelda admitted. It was given to her by her Master upon the day of her departure for the Selection. Confused, she thought that maybe some of her screws got totally loose and forgot she specializes in Beast and Spirit Manipulation. But despite it being utterly useless to her, she did not say anything and went on. "I-I will do my best! Hmm, what should I—" "Is your uncle Felix still on the Dragon Sanctuary?" "Yep. What about him?" "Give me a dragon egg if you lose."

The wizard doesn't know the light or the darkness between the two because they're switched already then he takes them and rides at that dawn heading to the ancient temple but on his way he saw the third priest lying dead on the ground. The wizard used all the magic he knows to wake him up but it's too late and the priest's body is cold already. Wizard proceed with his journey just five miles before he would get to the temple then he saw the temple collapsing. Before he could reach there it has already collapsed. Thunderstrike on the ground. Besides the temple and write on the floor that; The Temple Will Rise Again The Day Peace will be born. The wizard read it and was confused because he nev

said Maurice patiently. The man’s eyes narrowed like he was trying to decipher Maurice’s words. “No, no, no. Not wizard. Wiz Ard. That was my master’s name. He built this tower. Wiz Ard’s Tower.” “And was he a wizard?” I asked, suspecting I was dealing with an idiot. I recognised the signs from experience. Lots and lots of experience.

James squinted after hearing their answers. “You’re right! We’ll have to kill our enemies before we can talk about peace! I approve the message!” James pointed at the void, and light with black, white, gold, and purple hues burst forward. A golden tower emerged and expanded, illuminating the surroundings with its blinding light. The group of powerhouses looked at the tower in astonishment. James said solemnly, “That’s the entrance to the Wuia Palace. If you wish to face future challenges with me, then go forth!”

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.

The guests were forced to follow her. Five floors were hidden behind thick massive doors. The sorceress climbed higher and higher until the stairs led to the roof of the tower. There was a round, completely empty area, fenced with stone railings waist-high. Mida looked around and walked over to the railing. Yarsi and Vic, obeying her gaze, quickly stood next to her. The tower overlooked the whole city, but the sorceress was looking in the other direction. Her eyes were on the forest, where the black road might lead.

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.”

The tower seemed to pulse with a faint, rhythmic glow, and its presence was both awe-inspiring and intimidating. “We must investigate that tower,” Nikolai said, his voice full of resolve. “It may hold answers to the darkness that threatens our land.” Descending the plateau, we approached the tower as the sky darkened and the first stars began to appear. The air grew colder, and the wind carried whispers that seemed to come from the very stones of the tower. The entrance to the tower was a massive archway, intricately carved with symbols and runes. As we stepped through the archway, we were enveloped by a dim, magical light. Inside, the tower was a labyrinth of corridors and chambers, each fi

I don’t go back to my chambers after the arena. I can’t. Draevor will be waiting, or his guards will be, or one of the priestesses with another white dress for Mira. Three days isn’t safety. It’s just a longer fuse. So I go to the only place in this castle that Draevor can’t walk into uninvited: Silas’s tower. The Witch King doesn’t use doors either. His tower is open to the sky, a broken ruin held together by spellwork and spite. Vines grow through the cracks in the stone, and the air tastes like copper and lightning.

"For you to go to my territory. "You are not a monster" I said because I felt it... I have the ability to know if a creature is a monster based on their energy. It only failed with that girl because I couldn't feel any energy coming from her. "That's true because I'm a Mage— a sorcerer," the old man replied, who was pulled back by my soldiers. Because people are more afraid of witches. The mage has the power like a god... but has the heart of a demon. I immediately pointed the blade of my weapon at the old mage "Then it's not our god you worship..." I shouted then quickly attacked but someone blocked my sword... the girl with orange eyes, like a lightning flaming weapon suddenly appeared in