Wizardly Tower Novels & Stories

Staring at her the teacher groaned inwardly from catching her double meaning. “Yes Merlia D’huart, that is correct but I hope for anyone’s sake that NO one tries making it” he said gave a warning look to everyone who in turn tensed up from his sharp eyes. “On the subject of powerful potions there are also powerful potions, some would often be advanced versions of the originals. Some would call them curses due to how strong they are” Mr. Jilbari explained startling the class who now had his attention. Seeing this he tried not to twitch at their sudden eager looks and instead had his chalk levitate and write notes on the board. Levitating his book in front of him Mr. Jilbari began to flip thro

Dain didn’t use his shadow-magic to transport us all of the way, but only because I reminded him we were supposed to be conserving energy, not wasting it. “You’ll change your mind once you see how many steps we have to walk up.” He laughed to himself. “Don’t say I didn’t warn you.” Within ten minutes, we were climbing a spiral staircase within a seemingly random tower of the castle. The brick walls were narrow, but the pale stone glittered beautifully, shining even brighter when we passed one of the arched windows every twenty steps. I lost count somewhere around two hundred and seventy-three, though Dain had swept me into his arms on step ninety-four.

The outer tower wall was a bit slippery because it was mossy and poorly maintained. This was the only way out of the magic tower by relying on physical strength. Magic power could not function on the tower walls to prevent the sorcerer from escaping without permission. After all, as soon as a sorcerer tried to use magic on the tower wall area, the security immediately received a warning and checked the area.

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.

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.

I told Rowan. "Look!" Selene pointed ahead. In the middle of the white storm, something was rising. It wasn't a tree or a house. It was a massive, black **Tower** made of millions of stacked books. It reached so high into the white that the top was lost in the glare.

I had to take him to the hidden witch base, where the elders could heal him with their powerful magic. Gathering all the strength I had left, I focused my energy on a teleportation spell, praying that it would work despite my exhaustion. Holding Cain close to me, I whispered the incantation, and in a flash of light, we vanished from the woods, reappearing inside the hidden witch base. The elders rushed to our side, their eyes wide with concern as they saw Cain’s condition. I explained what had happened, and they immediately began their healing rituals.

"Mr. Zeller, I am your butler robot. You may call me Argent." Felix said with a smile, "Hello. What's outside this stone room?" Honestly, Felix was a bit shocked. He'd expected to move straight to the next competition, but instead they were given a whole year to recover. Star Alliance wouldn't delay things without purpose—they must have something planned. "Outside are the Tower of Babel and the Tower of Divinity. The two towers correspond to martial arts and soul cultivation. "Your strength will improve as you explore the towers. And your progress up the tower will show how fast you're improving—the higher you go, the faster you advance."

Wolf! Damn, Jamie. You really are losing it. Her neighbors were out doing their own decorating, too. Some people put out fake bodies, others had witches flying in their trees. Still others had ghosts suspended from porch eaves or the limbs of their trees. Jamie had her own special effects - a ghost and a witch - that Mike set out for her.

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.