Godricks Rune Tower Novels & Stories

All you had to do was look close enough. Not even a second later Zion showed up, appeared out of nowhere with his wings unfurled and an angel dagger in his grasp. We were on the bridge that connected Hell to the mortal realm. The sea of lost souls raging beneath us. Everything was bathed in a majestic golden glow. An illusion of beauty to disguise the wickedness of this place. Zion's eyes instantly found mine, sweeping over me. When he saw my tear stained cheeks his eyes turned obsidian, a purple glow radiating off him that wasn't only visible to my eyes but Lucifer's as well.

The man in the red robe stepped over, "Every sentence you say is straightforward and straightforward, hitting people right in the heart!" Arista felt exhausted hearing that. Levi didn't say anything when the man in the red robe stepped onto the formation. He quickly bit his index finger, used his blood as ink, and drew several runes in the four main directions of the tower. With each rune completed, the light in the Tunderman Tower dimmed a little more. When the last four runes were drawn in the four main directions, the entire tower was left with only the faint light of the jadeite on its peak.

And though The Citadel too struggled to hold itself against the warring gods, they were generally much better off than any other city. At the centre of the great city stood a tower tall and grand. This tower had walls made with precious stones and fine craftsmanship blended these stones together to produce a masterpiece. This tower stood tall even amidst the chaos; as all others fell around it, alone this tower alone remained unshaken. And the flag that held the sigil of the Black Dragon floated proudly atop it like a lofty prince, mocking the effects of the two warring gods to destroy this world. This tower was the home of the one who ruled this city and the self-proclaimed king of the huma

He would surely be in trouble with his mate, but he knew it had to be done. Opening my palms, I showed them the runed I had. One of them was Raido, the teleportation rune. Our clan didn’t have more than a dozen of these rare runes, so we didn’t use it leisurely, Marion was the one who normally took us around. “We are going to kill General Orit!” I told them and they nodded in response. I used the rune to draw a portal on the floor and after crossing it, the three of us arrived at the hidden catacombs in the underground of Glasgow.

My uniform was totally soaked. The Puzzle Towers rose ahead. There were two huge stone structures in front of us. Each one required a different type of puzzle to unlock the door at the top. Several competitors were already there, working on the challenges. The first tower's puzzle was magical. You had to arrange floating runes in the correct order to unlock the door. I watched another competitor try and fail. The runes scattered when he got the sequence wrong. I studied the runes carefully. They were in an ancient language, but I recognized them from my father's journal. I rushed to them and arranged them quickly in appropriate order - creation, transformation, destruction. The door opened.

The ruins came alive around them. What had looked like a crumbled tower revealed itself as the skeletal remains of a watch-spire, its stones humming faintly with warding runes. The air was thick with dust and old power. Kael moved first, pressing his palm to one of the runes; the glow dimmed, allowing them entry. Inside, the world was silent except for their footsteps. Cracked walls bore the marks of claw and flame. A makeshift campfire still smoldered in the corner.

We have flash-powder runes that blind momentarily, then fire-restraint wards that contain flame—only mine can break them. Phase 4 Diplomatic Window Once they reach the clearing at the tower door, runes light up with Fey-symbol script: “We offer co-existence. Surrender the lies, join us in balance—or face the Phoenix’s wrath.” It gives them a chance to step back, break their coven’s momentum. If one steps forward with hands raised—good. Phase 5 Execution

He felt like there was a pair of eyes watching him from behind the white clouds in the sky at all times. “GPE has the God Perspective. Is there a God behind you?” That thought suddenly occupied Tyr’s mind. He quickly dismissed this idea as being far too ridiculous. *** There was a city located in the direction of the rising sun. It was known as East City. This city was surrounded by beautiful nature. The East Tower was a magnificent structure that stood on the bank of a massive river that flowed eastward. The building belonged to one of the Nine Great Creeds in the ancient martial arts world. The East clan’s base camp was located here.

Heavy wooden crates get unloaded by Gideon's silver-eyed hunters, revealing hundreds of daggers and arrows specially forged with black meteorite stone, the only material that can neutralize the Council Wardens' silver shielding. Zane stands in front of a big stone table, his tactical fingers sliding some markers across the Council perimeter map. "Their defense has three layers, Inka. First barrier is the Anti-Alpha Rune gate. Second is the Warden elite forces. Last is the White Tower's spiritual seal, directly linked to Mom's holding cell."

She would’ve felt it. And yet… there it stood. A crooked tower of pale black stone, humming faintly with wrongness. The runes etched across its broken surface shimmered in colors that shouldn’t exist, red-violet and green-white light crawling like veins. Time felt, thin here. Like something still cracked just below the surface. Ashar stepped closer. “This is Whisperstone.” Riven frowned. “That’s a myth.” Ashar didn’t reply. His eyes were locked on the tower.