Tower Of God Characters Novels & Stories

CHARACTERS AND CATEGORIES Here characters will be justified into various categories, ranging from main characters, unseen and unknown, villains, witches, gods (BBP PANTHEON), gods (MYTHS), and fates. MAIN CHARACTERS 1) John Ozais Screeman 2) Khloe Dave 3) Maria 4) Angel Raphael 5) King Butt ORIGINAL/ STARTING NINE 1) John Ozais Screeman 2) Khloe Dave 3) Maria 4) Pete 5) King Butt 6) Sam 7) Claire Johnathan 8) Juliet Johnathan 9) Rod Smith UNSEEN AND UNKNOWN CHARACTERS 1) Temptress, The Great Unknown VILLAINS 1) Azazel 2) Marvaritte

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.

Iblis had a strange dream. In this dream, he was the God of Death, and his wife, Shamsiya Moore, was the Goddess of Life. Their first meeting was explosive. Literally. Separated by gender, the Gods and Goddesses in the Ethereal Realm lived in different regions. When they entered the Tower of Gods for the first time, they came from opposite directions. With every step, flowers bloomed at Shamsiya's feet, while the ones beneath his wilted to ashes. Butterflies and light fairies danced in the thick coil of her obsidian mane, as every living creature 10 feet within his radius succumbed to death.

It reached so high into the white that the top was lost in the glare. At the base of the tower was a giant, silver **Terminal**. It looked like a computer from the old world, but it was the size of a cathedral. Its screen was glowing with a harsh, green light, and thousands of lines of code were scrolling down its face at a dizzying speed. "The Source," Rowan said. But as we approached the terminal, a figure stepped out from behind the glowing screen. It wasn't a Censor. It wasn't the Creator. It was **Kaima**.

Others rush the injured to Cerberus’s gates, where the guardian beast protects the medical teams. Then it happens. The enemy unleashes their gods. We knew this was coming. We studied the line-up. Whiro, Māori god of the dead, appears first. His reptilian-human hybrid form is pure nightmare fuel. He devours souls—any souls—and grows stronger with every bite. Watching him swallow demons whole is disturbing. Then comes Ahriman, the Iranian god of strife, slithering forward on a serpent body, his face a chaos Picasso would worship. Four horns spiral from his skull, directing bedlam wherever they point.

They call them guardians. He was tall, brown hair and eyes and well built. "There are 12 month-tribes blessed by the moon, who can tell me a few months and their affinities?" This was common knowledge, anyone could intuitively guess this. Everyone except for Larry, that sluggish moron seated at the back corner, he couldn't recite the alphabets correctly if his life depended on it. Maybe, she hyperbolized that a little bit but truly he was just a stupid big dumb oak.

“Do you know who he is working for?” “Yes, he works for me. He is one of the library attendants. What is the meaning of this questioning?” ‘Ask the goddess if we can believe him baby.’ ‘Goddess, please we need help.’ ‘Yes, my child. I don’t have very long today.’ ‘That’s okay. I need to know if Alpha Tyler can be trusted against Hades.’ ‘Yes, he has been a great ally to the gods. He will be loyal to the end. He is also goddess gifted child.’

His fangs dripped with an otherworldly venom, and his claws, capable of rending the earth itself, twitched with an insatiable bloodlust. Across from him stood Alex, the revered clan leader of Gaia, a beacon of hope and resilience amidst the chaos of the impending apocalypse. Her aura shimmered with the iridescent light of The god of crystal, the eight-tailed supreme god, a being of immeasurable power and benevolence. Her eyes, like pools of molten crystal, reflected the unwavering determination of a protector, ready to sacrifice everything to safeguard his people and the world they held dear.

“Why didn’t he just kill him himself. He’s a god.” “He can’t, he made a promise. They used to be good friends, actually.” “Joshaya and the Pope?” “Yes. Joshaya helped him learn how to control dead people. He’s the god of death.” “Of course he is. The god of death, who runs away from little girls.” “We are quite powerful, for little girls,” she said drily. “And what about Arta? You knew he was Joshaya all along?” She nodded. “And you helped him trick us into thinking he was the Visitor we came to find?”

As if something inside me started to burst. ‘Did you enjoy that fun life you had? You waste so much time already…’ That voice started to ring a bell in my head. The owner of that voice… there was no doubt it was him. Godar, a god of time and stars. Laughter was again heard. It was… really him. This place is something that has gods and goddesses. Although their interaction with the mortals is limited, they can still give or offer mortals something. Just like how Brother Clad can manipulate the elements of Earth.