Prince Tower Of God Novels & Stories

Ezekiel put one hand behind his back and said proudly, "I never joke around. I want to challenge Holtrien in my country's sacred name, specifically the Martial Tower that's known as the Eastern Arsenal. "Martial Tower was built with 100 floors, representing the pinnacle of Holtrien's martial arts. I may be unworthy, but I want to prove to your entire nation that there's still more beyond 100. Standing on the peak of Martial Tower's 100th floor and trampling everything underfoot? That view must be magnificent."

he commanded. After she finished the fruit, feeling warmth and energy flood her body again, he commanded, "Again." ~*~*~ Aynyra was standing across from Lorcan, her helper who was now her trainer. They both sat at the peak of one of the towers in the palace. The walls were open and the wind whipped through the tower's peak. It was a solid platform with a hatch off to the side that led to the stairs. The tower was made up of 8 pillars that held up the roof of the tower. The roof spiralled up above them, caving in to display a beautifully painted mural of the past Fae royalty over the millenniums.

"Sir. You may begin." The butler pulled the red silk off the wheel. The face of the wheel held thirty-six letters. Each letter went with a name. Jordan Sutton stepped toward it. I cut him off. "Wait!" All eyes turned. In that moment, I understood. I had been given a second chance. In my previous life, I had been chosen. And on my wedding day… I was reduced to something less than human. This time, I would not repeat the same fate.

Truth hit like a tidal wave. I nearly fell. I didn’t have to die. I’d just blush at tomato juice in the future. A memory surfaced. At age five, a silver-haired boy came with the royal envoy,he in the rose garden, reached for me. “Call me Cae.” I thought he was some noble’s son. Never guessed he was the Blood Prince. The monster who eats hearts. Broke bones. My brother snorted. “He was buttering up his future brother-in-law.

Mortals cowered, their eyes cast skyward in awe and fear. I was not here to be seen. Not yet. But something stirred, pulling me closer. A strange hum, faint yet persistent, whispered against my senses. It was different from the cries of frightened humans or the prayers they murmured to deities they believed still cared. This was something else—a tether pulling me down. Intriguing. Mortal lands held no place for gods, and yet here I was, standing on the precipice of their world, compelled by… curiosity. With a single thought, I descended.

“What is a Shadow?” “From what I read in this book. They are wolves who can directly talk to Gods and Goddess.” Corbin hums at him as she looks back down at the book. Touching the beautiful drawing of a handsome man standing in front of a full-length looking glass. In the mirror she can see an equally beautiful looking woman standing on the other side. Both of them touching the glass in the same spot. Looking at the bottom of the page she is a word in a language that she has never seen before. “What does it say?” Corbin asks, enthralled in the book. “It says Chosen One in the language of the Hidden Moon Pack.” Dell says touching her daughter’s hand. Pointing to the opposite page. “This here

They give peace and maybe joy. But as the awe and wonder settled within me, my gaze fell upon a figure below: the dragon prince himself. What was he doing here? Adam stood beside him and my panic gripped me anew. How furious would he be to see me riding his dragon? Fear once again clenched my heart, as I pondered the consequences of this unexpected twist of fate Rex’s POV

asked the chief priest and the king sigh. “My house is on fire, wise one and I need answers.” The king told him. “What seems to be the problem so that I can consult the gods?” asked the chief priest. “I have reason to believe that the prince of this land is bewitched.” The king told the chief priest but the latter shook his head. “My king, you know that the prince cannot be bewitched, his beast protects him.” The chief priest reminded the king who seems to have forgotten that fact.

"Show proper respect." "I am a prince of the Federation," Caelum replied quietly, his voice carrying despite its softness. "I kneel for no one but my queen." The guard's grip tightened on his weapon. "You're cattle now, boy. Best remember that." The hall stretched impossibly high, carved from volcanic stone that seemed to drink the light from massive chandeliers. Stained glass windows depicted scenes of vampire victory—humans kneeling, blood flowing like rivers, pale figures standing triumphant over battlefields. The artistry was undeniable, but the message was clear: this was what happened to those who opposed the Crimson Dominion.

Shawn sighed then smiled, he turned to look at the king and said, “Well now, I wouldn’t say that especially when you rely on the second prince for so much.” “And he is entrusting you with all of this? Why?” The king asked. “I honestly do not know. Here we are and please be prepared for what you are about to see,” Shawn warned him. He opened the door as he looked at the king and said, “I will be out here.” The king walked through the door and by the window drinking tea, he saw a young man with ginger locks just like his own and all his other children. His heart started racing as he recalled knowing that perfect posture and said, “Christian?”