Prince Tower Of God Novels & Stories

Entire sections of the prison disappeared into darkness. Then everyone saw it. The thing beneath. God. No. Fair. Absolutely not. This time even Thomas couldn't joke. Couldn't think. Couldn't breathe. Because what lay beneath the prison wasn't a chamber. Wasn't a throne room. Wasn't a monster. It was a city. An entire city. Hidden beneath the world. Massive towers stretched endlessly into darkness. Golden bridges connected impossible structures. Ancient lights still burned. After thousands of years. The sight stole every breath in the valley.

After being forced to donate my blood to Zachary Doolithe, my wife Anna Lang's childhood sweetheart, I died in the small quarters that she had personally decorated for me. Before I died, my five-year-old son ran to the main quarters and begged Anna three times. The first time, he broke in and said that I was vomiting blood. Anna scoffed. "I see he's improved his ways. He's even taught our son to lie." Then she ordered the servants to take my son out. The second time, he knocked on the door and said that I was already beginning to convulse in pain. Anna tutted. "I only asked for a little blood, didn't I? It's not like I cut out his heart. Why is he pretending?” The servant stepped forw

She smiled. Serenity and Sasha trembled at the sight of him. The side of him they saw the previous day was still printed in their brain and they haven't recovered from the shock. Seeing him there in person was still a big shock to them too. "Dwellers of the East, The prince of the East has returned home". Kathryn announced as all heads were raised in Awe of him. "Long live the Prince". The entire room chanted as he stood high and mighty. "May the celebration begin". She spoke fiercely as he took his place on the throne.

He knew that the prince of the Beelzebub royal family was no ordinary person, but he did not expect him to be quite good. If the prince had not practiced hard to enhance his physical body, he would at least be at the peak of eight stars by now. Finally, when Philip was inching his way forward, he saw a hazy shadow amid the vast yellow sand. It was a tower. It was a tower that looked similar to the Diablo Tower he had encountered before. This tower looked much larger than the Diablo Tower with many strange creatures carved on it. Philip frowned. Before he had time to think, the tower suddenly moved.

And then there was the church. The Priory’s grand cathedral rose like a relic from another world. Massive, stone, and solemn, its architecture dwarfed the entire town. Four soaring spires reached into the sky like spears, each crowned with a gilded cross that caught the morning sun. The stone façade was completely covered in intricate carvings angels, demons, wolves, dragons, creatures I couldn’t name all locked in battle or prayer. A monument not to God, but to memory. Climbing the wide stone steps, I paused at the top. This place was older than every kingdom I’d ever set foot in. Older than the records back home. Older, perhaps, than magic itself and I needed what it guarded.

However, inside the mists, there was a city, incompletely covered up and halfway noticeable. Those structures were underlying an example I have never seen, they seem to be towers standing one next to the other. On the off chance that the dark specks are windows inside the towers with a typical size, the tower would arrive at a level of many meters! This isn't something a human could fabricate! Indeed, even the proudest structure of the Congregation, the House of prayer at the Hermes, which they call the Pinnacle which arrived at the Sky, was just 50 meters high! Since this needed to have been worked by non-people, then, at that point, there was just a single response: This city has been buil

It was the small palm-sized tower that hovered right before Severin. The tower's color was purplish-gold, and its surface seemed to bear finely carved patterns that contained the terrifying might of heaven and earth. After feeling the terrifying aura from the Green Emperor's Pagoda, Horra's pupils shrank violently and screamed, "That's… that's an immortal treasure!"

The light grew brighter and from a distance I saw it, the sacred tower . "This is Etemenanki, the tower of God and Lucifer's abode." It penetrated Godric's head. I appeared myself with Godric in my memories as an observer and let it pass in review, while my companion marveled at the beauty of the sky. A person could not even have imagined this in his most beautiful dreams, not even he. Even if it was just a memory, the light of heaven seemed to touch his soul. "Beautiful ..." His gaze went to the heavenly tower, which he eyed with awe. The kingdom of his master. No one was so close to him during his lifetime. With a trembling hand, he held on to Uriel's robe for support. The heart was poundi

Prince stated he had not come to disturb the calm of the New World, but to introduce them to the God of the World. The human who had fooled the who nation into believing that he was the god of the New World had to give way to the original all-powerful God. The prince stated he would speak with the nation's elders a few hours later to determine who is the next person was and the candidate to lead the nation so that there would be peace. As soon as he finished his speech, the few police officers who had no weapons and had remained neutral in the battle all ran to bow to the young Prince from the Indo Continent.

The prince who needs to sacrifice everything in order for the world and book of Death Reincarnated to fall perfectly in place and for the perfect destruction to happened. He who came from the original Prince and more than just that title. For he is none other than the twin of the two god and goddess that replaces HIM, yet He didn’t approve. He whose past and original life crosses path with the mortal princess that he didn’t mean to fall in love to and eventually made him give up his revenge and finally understand the questions of why their original God give up everything to those mere mortals.