Wizard's Tower Novels & Stories

The Magic tower was a small cylindrical tower of only three stories high made out of quartz brick. A soft red light came from its walls, and low rumblings came from the interior. In the roof were four gargoyles carved in wood, the craftmanship was superior to the golems that David saw so far and had the most amount of wings on their flat faces: 6 of them. The little ones could not see it but David could, they were watching them.

The location for the Wizards' Tower was chosen to be on the highest hill at the mouth of Sarzoe Bay, so that the amplified spell attacks could completely block the entire mouth of the bay. In other words, any unauthorised ship attempting to enter Sarzoe Harbour would be sunk by the Mage's Tower. This more than compensated for the disadvantage of Baron Stewart's lack of a navy, and even if a famous pirate band attacked, the port could be kept safe. As for relying on numbers to bring down a high-level wizard's tower, there are historical precedents, but that would require several 15th-level masters, along with dozens of 7th-level professionals and thousands of w

With a casual wave, Sean left the table and made his way through the bustling corridors toward the Witches’ Tower. Witches' Tower The witches had a tradition of exclusivity when it came to their living spaces. Unlike other factions, their dorms were situated in the tallest tower, a spire that seemed to touch the sky. The entrance was hidden, a door camouflaged with enchantments, only visible to those of witch blood. As Sean approached the archway, he felt the familiar pulse of magic the door shimmering briefly before opening at his touch. A simple password spoken aloud, “Vires,” and the intricate rune symbols that wove themselves across the wood flared to life, allowing him entry.

Unknown Location ‘Eva may be the mirror’s chosen, but he was the one who made it.’ The candle’s flame does not flicker, even though the wind howls outside the stone walls. The tower stands tall and still, hidden in a forgotten fold of the world where time runs sideways and memory lingers like dust on every surface. The White Wizard sits cross-legged within a ring of runes, hand-carved over centuries into the floor’s cold stone. His breath is slow. Steady. His fingers hover just above the crystal pool in front of him. The surface begins to stir.

(Wizard) Unlike the rowdy, bandit despite the clear oddity, the group of wizards, were questioning Aeternum odd behaviours. Unlike the rowdy bandit, these wizards were very keen on their situations. The eerie silent, invoke unsettling feelings towards the sensitive wizard, and one of them looked up, heard and saw a dozen of small black dots coming down, Hails fast towards the base wall and directly on top of the greenish transparent dome. .

“They might be on their way here … and could attack at any time now.” “You need not worry, Arth. Mornt’s Tower had kept us safe and well-protected long since we established our Second Encampment.” “What is this tower, then?” General Edric stood up and walked to look outside the arched window. “This tower’s mysterious magic had kept the demons away. It’s probably because of the wizard’s ghost that had lived in here a very long time ago. But we never had any encounter with any ghost in this tower. Sometimes, I just believe that the wizard only hated demons … so he would let us stay in here.”

About two hours of staying in the air , we finally entered the northern territory. The territory of Crescent Pack's werewolves and my hometown. "Where should I land?" Drystan asked through mindlink. "On the castle of Crescent. It's white marble castle embedded with statues of wolves including other creatures carved in gold.'' I looked forward to the magic tower. One of its kind especially was used for casting magic spells and making potions. As we crossed the magic tower the atmosphere started getting foggy. The smell of burning corpses and houses sneaked inside my nostrils.

This saved her which made her sigh in relief. “The twelve seals of the sacred floor! They’re gone!” On cue, all the elder witches and elder warlocks teleported next to the trembling tower. They were only expecting the lower floors to crumble and see the top floor floating. After all, this was the original form of the top floor. The rest of the floors below were merely a camouflage to hide the significance of the top floor. But now, the entire tower was gone. “Where is the debris on the top floor?” Alana screamed. They were talking about the top floor after all.

The risks of pregnancy and diseases will always be present, but can always be fixed with a spell or two. If they weren’t roaming the streets, the vixens occupied the many pubs and taverns that littered the village. Most favored a particular tavern called Flutther’s Pub. The influx of wealthy men that poured into the tavern nightly was enough to keep a slew of them occupied. From the humblest of knights to the meanest of soldiers, all were the same as the insignia of our kingdom edged onto their sleeves. From the modest lords to the nastiest nobles, a treasure heirloom or fancy gold littering some part of their body.

They argued that Leonidas was the issue, and my courage had seemingly resolved it. I dropped the bombshell: "At the castle, Adrian summoned a sorcerer named the White Wizard." The words hung in the air, and the witch's reaction was immediate. Her staff slipped from her grasp, and she slumped to the ground. Fortunately, Matamoros acted quickly, catching her before she could collide with one of the crystal balls scattered around. Concerned, I asked the witch what was wrong, while Lisa applied some ice to her head to help her relax. "We need to leave the north immediately, go as far away as possible," the witch insisted. I couldn't just abandon her in that state without an explanation. I argued