Tower Of God Book Novels & Stories

It's a handwritten book by a toddler. Lucifer looked at the drawing. It had a sun with two adults and a child in the middle. The book had a name written: Jessica's mommy and daddy. Lucifer glances through the book and turns to the second page; it says to believe. The third page says, ‘I have not abandoned you.’ The fourth page, ‘if you are reading this it is because it was planned you find this.’ As Lucifer turns the page, he sees gods hand reaching out of the sky. As he checks the other pages, it is all blank. This is where your story begins. Tossing it aside, Lucifer can't help but tear up, seeing this girl's picture with long blonde hair and about seven years old.

Preeminence Tower was just as tall and imposing as Amber remembered it, that shiny, spiral high rise which rose towards the clouds from where the God of this city lived at the top. But now she knew better of course. Grayson Godwin was just an imperfect man with problems and faults, even if he was as beautiful as a God and just as wealthy. But neither of those things made him invincible, immortal, or immune. And now his very life, or what was left of it, was most probably at stake. Amber shuddered at the thought as Leo and the driver messed with their luggage. The chef hadn’t wanted her to lift a finger to help and she was in no mood to argue. She did feel like shit anyway.

Vepar “Just look at them sitting there all high and mighty,” I say. “I know. They think they are so special and so important.” My friend says. The two of us were sitting there watching the gods. They were all there drinking, eating, and relaxing as if nothing could touch them. They are so fucking self-absorbed and consider themselves above everyone else. It’s time that someone brought them down a few notches. Now to figure out how to bring them down. I looked at my friend, and I knew I couldn’t trust her with the idea brewing in my head. I needed people that thought like me. The twelve main gods had been in power now for 2000 years, and in that time, they had grown so arrogant. Th

I snap in a snarky tone. “Fair point, I shall continue to refill your glass then.” “Thank you,” I say as I take another sip, then take another deep breath as my foot taps anxiously against the footrest of my stool. “So, this new God…” “His name is Azadou. God of Malice also known as the Demon God, and the creator of the eyti,” they explain, walking over and placing a plate in front of me along with a fork, but despite the dish looking absolutely delicious, the thought of food entering my stomach right now makes me want to hurl.

And just like in my dream, I also didn't feel that my body is being burned when I entered the cage even though the bars seemed to be burning. "The sacred cage of my teacher! You have entered the sacred cage without being burned. You are the reincarnation of my teacher! You are also our goddess!" Old Remi exclaimed as her eyes widened while looking at me. I didn't pay attention to what she said because I saw that the monster was going to attack me again.

“I might be able to help recommend some books relating to the topic.” Given where my head had just been, the request came easy to me. “Do you have anything on… the Goddess?” I asked, turning to look at him, my expression instantly becoming serious. “And I don’t mean those vague books I’ve already read in the library before. I mean… actual information. Like that book I saw you use for my confirmation.” He gave me another knowing look before he went about pulling a few from the shelves. Eventually, after a few minutes had passed, he handed me over four different ones; all of which looked far older than I felt comfortable touching. They looked almost fragile enough to break by just breathing on

If you are here from Cursed by the Gods: Cleopoda you are very much welcome. And if you're not well I suggest you read Cleopoda's story first. But it's okay if you don't want to since I'll be making sure this book will be understandable to new readers without having you go back to read book 1.

He casts me a cursory glance and goes back to distracting me. I huff and he looks at me again. The he tips his chin towards the book I'm reading . “What is that?” “A book.” He doesn't look amused “I mean what book is that? What are you reading?” “The history of veltrith Dominion. It's pretty interesting.” “Yeah?” “Uh huh. Do you know the gods appeared only once? Like since the breathed things into existence.” “Yeah. We were taught in school. They didn't tell us why though.”

“Everything of this is all a game, a battle of wits with the ability to write the perfect novel. We are all under that author’s very influence as our actions are all according to the author’s will. Our world is just a book among the other five where the seventh is the original and the true one. Some are reading it right now as some had no clue at all. In this world run with lies and pretenses, we are the pieces of his chessboard, right, GOD?” Drawing a sinister smile as HE is and will forever be amused to the wit and boldness of one of ‘his’ shard souls and the very epitome of ‘him’. HE snaps HIS finger as a replay and undoubtedly agrees with her words, as the cards line up unto the current

He was a complete statue, playing the part as good as Maddox. Toby pasted on a cruel smile, strutting down the dais and toward Beau’s table, never losing eye contact. “Whatcha got for us this time, Arson? More big red dogs coming to chase you? Fire-breathing dragons? Set fire to somebody’s home and kill eight staff members in the process?” He listed off the delusions that broke the boy. He knew just revealing his return would get him into shit with the others, but the more reasons to have it out for him, the sooner he would wise up and leave-