Tower Of God Characters Novels & Stories

“At least seven high-tier gods have crossed the threshold. Their power is diminished, but don’t be fooled, each one can still erase a city.” Lyra didn’t look away from the sky. “Then we don’t let them gather.” The boy drew his blade fully now. It no longer glowed softly, it burned. “Pick a target.” A colossal figure descended directly ahead of them, slamming into the shattered plain in a cyclone of dust and molten rock. When the smoke cleared, the god stood revealed, tall, skeletal, armored in cracked obsidian, six broken wings dragging behind it. Its voice echoed like grinding mountains. “Dream-Bearer. Child of the Fold. Fallen One.”

“The gods of the land did a great job choosing a soulmate for me. you are nothing but perfection my darling. A great alpha with great power.” Ignoring Lorenzo who was standing by the door, the warlock walked to the goddess standing by the stairs. “I think you are mistaken; I am not of alpha blood but of beta blood.” Maria said trying not to focus too much on his eyes. They were like a pool drawing her in, making her get lost in them. his good looks were also not helping the situation. “Goddess, how the hell am I going to survive with all these gorgeous men around me. this is all new to me.”

“There are four districts in this Tower: Green Wiccan, White Wiccan, Blue Wiccan and Gray Wiccan, all performing duties that keeps Arth balanced between reality and the magical world.” Light began to stream in as the oil lamps fell away behind us. We stepped into a dome with sunlights streaming in. Colours lined along the walls and ceilings as our steps muffled into silence. It was eerie yet peaceful but I itched to leave. “Before time began to flow on Earth, there were deities in the heavens. There was the Creator and his subordinates,” Celeste said the last word as if it left a sour taste on her tongue. She drew her hand along the walls as each word she said came to life with what looked l

She sat up. “Okay. . I have seen those souls and creatures with my own eyes and I do not have anyway to deny it. This is the underworld. That old, wrinkly man is Charon. And you are Hades, the god of hell. But--” she threw her arms in the air, palms up. “I am not Persephone, that just cannot be. I am Angelique. I have been Angelique the moment I was born. I am a mortal. I do not have any power. This is just impossible.”

Probably because I've never cared to even notice the tower. There's thumping like someone is making their way up the stairs. Anon, a silver glow emanates from the tower. A top hatchet opens up and there the most handsome man-god or whatever he steps out. So he pulls the moon from his tower. You can see his muscles flex as he makes his way high in the heavens.

It was impossible to survive the god of death, almost as impossible as an ant slaying an elephant. The man couldn't help but face it. But before Jody Gardner could defend himself, with a swift movement William Mackenzie, the strongest god of war, grabbed Jody Gardner by the neck and dragged him mercilessly with one hand. He carried him away from the area to give him more freedom to beat him up. Keannu Wellington was of course wide-eyed in shock and his hands were already shaking at the scene in front of him but he couldn't do anything about it because he didn't want to take any more blame.

He smirked, lifting an eyebrow. “Could say the same for you. Why are you shocked a guy isn’t a dickhead?” I shrugged, I didn’t know. Clearly my taste in men had been terrible up until that point. I don’t think I had ever met anybody like Dimitri. Beautiful, funny, caring and powerful. Yum, yum my type.

“Zale Lionel Helmer” has turned completely devil after his wife’s death. Soft feelings which he has in his heart for his closed one have gone now. Only a cold and deathly devil is hunting for his Prey every day. His soft nature which he holds deep inside him is death along with his wife. “Tara Helmer” is the same sweet innocent girl who believes everyone. She doesn’t know anything about her past life. She doesn’t know that is an angel for a devil.

Beside him walked Valerius, the First Human Anchor, his white hair gleaming, wearing the dark iron ring of his city. Behind them walked the Vanguard. Torin, massive and immovable. Cord, his scarred hands resting casually at his sides. Kaden, Lyra, and Isra, carrying the original, heavy leather-bound Master Methodology. And finally, walking exactly between the two Anchors, were Aria and Zane.

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