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    About Tower Curator

    Hello everyone! I am Tower Curator and I write serial fiction. Since 2015, starting with Void Domain, I’ve been publishing roughly two chapters a week non-stop. The only breaks tend to be between the different series I’ve written. I publish in just about every genre, from urban-fantasy to isekai-adjacent, to a psychic espionage thriller. Everything I have written is available for free right here on my site.

    Outside writing, I typically spend my time playing games, reading books, and writing a bit more.

    Stories 6
    Chapters 1,004
    Words 3.6 M
    Comments 5,238
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    • Huh

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      by Tower Curator Eva's eyes snapped open to find the stone surface of the ritual circle, still glowing in a vibrant violet light. She wasn't sure when she had closed her eyes. A deep rumbling in the ground beneath her feet had pulled her out of her torpor. Seeing the ritual circle sent a jolt through Eva's body. She couldn't believe that she had fallen asleep. Straining the muscles in her neck, she barely managed to look straight forwards. And her head ached every moment of the way. She only just got to see…
    • Reset

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      by Tower Curator Eva, hands clasped behind her back, patrolled along the edge of the ritual circle. More specifically, she paced back and forth in front of the demon hunter and the nun. While the nun had her back pressed against the tree, staring up at the eye through the portals with a slack jaw, the hunter was face-down in the dirt with her mouth slightly to one side. Just enough to endlessly spew nonsensical threats at everyone who walked by. Thankfully, Zoe had stopped by and stilled the air around her head, keeping…
    • Nothing Ever Goes Right

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      by Tower Curator A final bolt of lightning hit the blob of flesh that had taken the place of Vektul. With it came perhaps the loudest sound that Eva had ever heard. A constant roar of thunder for several seconds until it finally faded to a faint buzzing. Rather than merely vanishing into aether as normal lightning bolts did, this one persisted. It burned brighter and brighter. Eva wasn't quite willing to glance away. Vektul's mass appeared to have fallen into some sort of torpor, but Eva wouldn't count on it staying…
    • Double Trouble

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      by Tower Curator "What did you do to Arachne?" The thing using her body spun around, whipping out its tail mere inches from Eva's face. Eva didn't flinch. Mostly because of her anger, but partially because she was so used to not moving that doing so actually felt awkward. Instead, Eva kept up her glare while trying to keep her breathing under control. This thing, this being, could probably snap her like a twig and crush her to powder as easily as Eva could step on an ant. Attacking it couldn't go over well no matter…
    • Emergence

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      by Tower Curator Juliana didn't bother jumping to the side to dodge the oncoming icicle. There was no need. Her earlier manipulation of reality worked perfectly. Unless, of course, the hunter deliberately made her attacks miss. That was a possibility. Not one that Juliana could understand however. So she wasn't too worried, even while watching the icicle that had been aiming directly at her head as it skimmed past the metal of her helmet. Not a single attack had actually hit though all had come close. Every missed…
    • Transformation

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      by Tower Curator Staring into Arachne's vacant black eyes frosted over Eva's heart. Arachne's eyes absorbed light. There was no shiny gloss, no light from within. It was like staring into the back of her skull if she had no brain or other organs behind her carapace. Her mouth hung open, slack. No wide grin filled with pearly teeth, no displeased frown. Just a vacant stare. "Arachne," Eva said, voice barely audible even to herself in the roaring winds around the ritual circle. She turned slowly, no longer standing…
    • Ultimatum

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      by Tower Curator Eva honestly wasn't sure what was going on. Supposedly, two people were fighting her. In reality, the nun hadn't hit her once. The white fire of the Elysium Order burned through the forest. Another burst of flames would spread out and around the ground anytime Eva and Arachne got out of sight. But that was about the only thing the nun was doing. A good amount of lightning had come close. Relatively. Never quite close enough to even burn off hairs on her arms. Arachne's dodging and Eva tossing fireballs…
    • A Final Defense

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      by Tower Curator Eva's eyes snapped open. A little tingle in the back of her mind, subtle but enough to wake her up. She hadn't actually been sleeping. Not completely. Lying in bed with her eyes closed wasn't the same thing as total unconsciousness. Sleeping was something she hardly did these days. She kept it up if for no other reason than the boredom of the nights while everyone else was asleep. A small part of her wondered how the other demons handled it. Catherine probably stayed up all night, either working on her…
    • Slight Delay

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      by Tower Curator "Hank Hanson here at Brakket City coming to you with another live report. A series of earthquakes have torn through the city over the past few days. Today has had a few particularly bad ones. I have been in talks with Alexander Anderson, acting dean here at Brakket Academy. He does not believe that they are magically instigated; however, he has assured me that he has people investigating the possibility." The camera drone pulled back, moving away from Hank's award-winning smile to display an overview of…
    • Reformation

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      by Tower Curator Zoe sighed as she walked down the streets of Brakket. Eva insisted that nobody walk around alone. Which, honestly, was not poor advice at the moment. However, she needed time to think. Teleporting straight to Genoa's house wouldn't give her enough time. Or any time, really. Teleporting was near instant. Barring any sudden wards popping up, teleporting would be a perfectly viable escape from any dangerous situation. And she was keeping careful watch for any sign of a ward. A cold wind picked up,…
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