Tower Of God Fanfic Novels & Stories

“Not a problem. If I can take down a High God--” “Tyrel has been in slumber for many years, and is weaker than most at the moment. I fear you will be less successful in your next fight.” Journia’s eyes flickered, her attention moving past them for a moment before returning. “I will leave now.” She threw her arm out and waited for a moment as she summoned Tyrel into her hand. His neck was covered by her fist, and just like that, the two Gods disappeared.

He leaned forward and tugged on my nipple ring with his teeth before doing the other one in the same way. “If I’m a goddess then you’re a god.” Those words made his eyes flash. He widened my legs further and started hammering from underneath me. Holy fucking hell. This felt incredible. So damn incredible. “What god am I?” he rasped. A claw cut a line between my breasts. His tongue swept its length, groaning with the taste. It was definitely a mate thing that we both enjoyed. “You’re my Ladder God,” I shouted out just as he bit down around my nipple ring.

While he was fucked, and he stood there to be fucked, and with the new god, he was sucking on him like a wild animal, he still hadn't been fucked from the front. Kurayami handled it after a while, the new god after a while, withdrew only one end since it was impossible to fully pull and then lowering in the middle to deflate the stick. The new god was between his thighs, then he sucked his hole again, climbed on top of him, and was on top of Tsuki Miki, while he put him on his back without removing the penis that at that time seemed impossible and swollen. When, the new god, continued the back and forth process, he fucked between their legs and the flames came out of them, wrapped around the

The force permeated the air, and a vision appeared. The vision consisted of a beautiful scenery with mountains and rivers. There were several buildings n a mountaintop. One that stood out was a tower with golden light emitting from the top. The vision appeared very briefly before disappearing. James and Thea retracted their energy. The Time Capsule immediately separated into Exalter and Crucifier. The two immediately put them away. Thea said thoughtfully, “Could the vision just now be one of the Ancestral God Rank Elixir’s locations?”

They were a group of gods and celestial creatures. "We have allocated amenities to affected families, Sir," one of the gods stated as I stared at the written report. "Good, let us move on to the next issue." I replied. Passing the report to Lotar after stamping it. "Um, Sire, we heard you supposedly found your mate." My forehead furrowed, and I cocked my head to listen intently to what he was saying. "Yes, she is currently at Toron. Is this the next issue?”

She looked outside and saw the rumbling of land. 30 minutes later. Dust and fogs covered the place. Then after some moments, it became clearer. The tower stood now differently. It was grounded like an Eiffel Tower of Paris. However, it was more than that. The tower of the fake God was like a Tower of Babel from the Bible. The height is never-ending and it has the 500th floor that would reach the sky. Nami and the team looked over it. At first, the tower was not that high. It was like a tower on the 10th floor. Now, however, had the 500th floor that is likely unbelievable.

It seems like he is trying to concentrate on what he is doing. "Are gods supposed to clean?" "We do everything that humans do, Isabella. The only difference is our powers and status." He answers. "So you're a human but a god." He stares up at me blankly and his movements stops. "Not today, Isabella." "How am I your mate then. I know that gods don't have mates." I continue to push. "Not today, Isabella." "Not today, Isabella." I repeat his words in a mocking tone and he doesn't spare me a glance as I expected.

"Like a disease that refuses to break." Tristan scrambled to his feet. His rapier was gone, lost in the fall. His hands were empty. But the white lightning scars on his chest were glowing so bright they shone through his shirt. "The tower is falling, Father," Tristan wheezed, stepping in front of Saoirse. "Your god is dead. Your Queen is dead. It’s over." Alaric smiled. It was a thin, bloodless expression. "Over?" Alaric shook his head. "My boy, you have simply cleared the board for the next game. The God-Shell was a prototype. The Spire was just infrastructure."

Dillon looked dumbfounded. Green Dragon and Black Turtle awkwardly scratched the back of their heads. Black Turtle explained, “The Lord of the Red Tower requested that we bring him here,” he explained. “Tyr’s current situation is the aftereffect of being possessed by the evil spirit. It’s necessary to perform an exorcism.” Dillon was astounded. Having said that, Tyr was manipulated by the God’s consciousness when he returned from the tomb. That God had perished for millennia, so it seemed perfectly acceptable to describe Tyr’s situation at the time of being possessed by God.

I stared in front of me because there appeared to be a figure emerging from the smoke. In the heart of the sanctuary's mountains, I could clearly see a large tower. It's a little ancient and overgrown with weeds, but it appears to be in good condition. "This is the Tower of Chaos," the deity said right away. I'm not sure why, but what she said immediately made me nervous. I looked around since my surroundings were gradually becoming brighter, and I saw a large room with a brick wall. The lamps in the room began to ignite one by one. I returned my gaze to the smoke, releasing the vision.