Tower Of God 532 Novels & Stories

The Race to the Summit The sky was breaking. Literally breaking. Cracks spread across the heavens like shattered glass. Red light poured through the fractures. The gigantic hand continued pushing inward. Slowly. Relentlessly. Patiently. God. No. Fair. Absolutely not. Reasonable honestly. Then the Bastion shook again. BOOOOOOOOM! Ancient towers collapsed. Blue energy surged through every wall. The fortress was fighting back. Then the final key appeared. At the highest point of the Bastion.

Always bustling and busy with visitors. But they guarded their city like warriors with a grudge. It wasn’t long before the land started to change and we made it to the Glass black tower. Curt’s voice came through the comm. “Hold formation. Eyes up.” We drove another ten minutes before we saw it. The tower was 59 floors high and full of their highest level panthers and probably a good quarter of the sentinels. Most of the panthers joined the Rinks. They always signed up. It was like a silent right. Unlike wolves who went in small numbers. They went in the hundreds.

The man in the red robe withdrew his hand, "Alright then, let's discuss business. Where is the weakness of this Tunderman Tower?" Levi took a few steps forward, reaching the tower's center, and pointed to four places with his hand, "At noon today, all four main directions will shift, especially the East direction, where the shadow of the jadeite will lean towards. When that happens, this place will become the weak point of the Tunderman Tower. By detonating this spot, the Tunderman Tower will surely collapse."

“Yes, sir.” “Destroy the watchtower, you can do it your way.” The dark lord commanded, shoving Elika to his right side. “Yes, sir.” Michael nodded, turning towards the battle as he continued. “Demolitions! Take down that tower!” Darkous’ comrade pointed towards the watchtower as five men rushed towards them, each carrying a bag of explosives. They stopped beside the dark lord, bowing their heads in respect to their prince. Elika watched silently as they rushed towards the tower, placing manmade explosives around the base. Her uncle dragged her away from the watchtower as she resisted, slamming her back against a large birch tree. She recoiled in fear when he placed his hands over her ears, h

Alec another of the Gods says. Odell stare on Alec gives a warning signal, and if not for the reason of the two being mutual friends, Odell would have had a counter conversation to add. "The only thing we can do now is to find out who in heavens name knows how to kill a God?" Darius, the fifth God in the room spoke while all attention lay on the late king lying on the bed. "Do you think it could be a human or a demon?" Barak asked. "What human would have the knowledge about killing a God, that's impossible." Odell replied first to Barak.

“Hmph, trying to misguide me before your death, huh, old man? There’s no way that he’s my father. And even if he was, so what?” “You may continue. This is all for the rise of the Sun Shrine. Such sacrifices are worth it.” “Alright!” “Our sect master is so amazing!” “Let’s go. Activate the Chi in its full power. Maximize the true fire of Samadhi in the tower!” Boom— As the Tower of God blazed in a massive inferno, a loud noise came from within. The flames were getting larger by the second, its color even turning silver-grey, which looked extremely terrifying.

About a minute into the wait the informant returned, "Hey, George. Are you still there?" "Yeah, I'm still here. How?" George asked impatiently. "One of my colleagues said there are only three gold discs left," Bryan replied. George froze in place. "Three?" George repeated.

And curse the heavens with every breath. But one day, he vowed, he would return. And the gods would burn.

And then one thought came through clearly above everything else. Nobody knows I am here. Her phone was off. She had switched it off herself. There was a man the world called the War God. It wasn't just a nickname; it was a name earned through years of hard battles. His skills in a fight and his inner strength were beyond anything most people could imagine. His name was so well-known and so feared that just hearing it was often enough to end a conflict before it even started. Alexander Kane. He was thirty years old and stood six feet seven inches tall. He was built like someone who had spent his life doing things that required both great power and careful precision. He had short black hair an

She needed an uninterrupted line of sight for that spell to work. So she resigned herself to another spell, the last spell she learned from The Tower, before she returned home. Cassana waved her arms and with another incantation, the broken glasses on the floor rose up and coalesced right above her, forming the shape of a serpent. She pointed her staff towards the misty mass in front of her and the glass serpent lurched towards it. If she was lucky, one of the thousand fragments of glass would find its way on the drow's neck and slice it open, ending her life right there.