Wizard's Tower Novels & Stories

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.

“Unless? Surely there must be a solution. What if everything they tried didn't work out? Wouldn't that diminish their credibility?” "A magician is a person who excels at all they do. Cases involving seals are taken literally. Magi employ a lot of their powers to seal something or someone from everyone, which is what sealing is. They must give their lives to break the seal. The wizards treat breaking a seal's integrity as a taboo.” "You seem to know a lot about wizards. Inform me whether there are any magicians' towers, locations, or whatever you would term their residence within this.” “They are isolating themselves in other remote locations, not here.”

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

Trembling with her insecurity. Stronger, I urged. Pouring my own golden light into the mortar to help her hold it. Use the love. Use the Pack. Barzil is the foundation. Viggo is the gate. Wolfy is the mortar. And I... I am the roof. She took a breath. The walls solidified. The tower rose. High and terrible and beautiful. It blocked out the wind. It blocked out the fear. Inside the tower, it was quiet. Good, I said. Now, the weapon.