Tower Of God Irregulars Novels & Stories

"[ PaiN, AgonY, OblivioN, EternitY.... I Want To DiE ]" All the towers sounded monotonous and senseless. Their horrifying ululations were drenched in utter agony. Gradually they all got triggered by each other's questions and all of them started crying creepily. Suddenly all the stone towers dropped their gibberish and said in unison. "[ ThE CounciL OF SlaveS HavE DecideD TO RevivE ThE OLd GodS. ]" "[ ThE CounciL OF SlaveS HavE DecideD TO RevivE ThE OLd GodS. ]"

The tower lost its power after it was destroyed, so it was nothing more than a pile of broken bricks now. No one could see the babies' spirits traversing gleefully all over the mountains, playing pranks on everyone who stepped foot into the area. I kneeled down next to the broken tower and asked, "Can you let me take Soleil home?" The babies' spirits giggled eerily as they floated around me in a circle. I knew what they were trying to tell me. "No, Mommy will get angry." They were more willing to listen to their "Mommy" than me.

But then look closely, the mountain is red, but also vaguely like a burning flame, this is another layer of meaning, its invasion of fire, meaning that the wind and clouds do not participate in the chaos of the city, but who dares to come to the offense, the immovable city will be like a fire as ruthless counterattacks. A few people came to the bottom of the city tower, the city immediately came a team of soldiers, the leader is a powerful looking red-robed general, that general has a sturdy figure, his waist hangs a golden sword, he walked up to Tactile Hitomi and Dust Dye Non-Flower and slightly arched his hand, "Tactile Hitomi, Dust Dye Gongzi."

Four massive towers stood at the city’s corners, each one channeling power from the four pillars of the Well of Origins, strengthening the barrier that held back the void and the trapped gods. Cole stood at the top of the central tower, the crystal still in his hand. It glowed with a steady mix of black, white, gold, and purple—no longer flickering, but still holding the weight of what lay inside. Lila walked beside him, her hand finding his, her eyes fixed on the sky where the barrier shimmered like a thin, iridescent veil. “The disturbances are getting stronger,” she said, her voice soft but serious. “Three this week alone. They’re trying to break free.”

I was the only one still trapped in the hatred of three years ago. I lit the candles and bowed my head before them. "Mom. Baby. I saw them again. "Julian Sterling thinks I'm going to save him." I gave a cold laugh. "This time, I'll send them to hell with my own hands."

Humans may fear him or adore him for his power, but in Grass' eyes, he is nothing but a coward. Grass was Alpha Adam's Beta before Alpha Adam left the pack to live among humans. He lives now as Don, the big boss of the Mafia; some refer to him as the Godfather but behind all that quote-impressive title is a disgraced Alpha who runs away from its own pack. What Alpha would do that? Only an Alpha who feels incapable of doing its duties will!

It’s Goldie jumping over the wall, maintaining a bit more poise than what Leonardo had. The older man notices him land on his feet. He starts to get up as well, holding his injured arm to avoid hurting it more from moving. Something explodes from behind the wall, making the ground shift a tad bit. Leonardo takes this as his cue to keep moving forward. He looks around to survey the watchtowers, and can already see people taking their positions with their snipers. “Hey, you,” He says to Goldie, nudging him on the side and making him flinch, “You see those towers up there? People are going to shoot us. As in, ‘pew pew’.”

"You saw how it worked before. I will keep my hopes that it will not be necessary, but it is there." "Thank you," Marie nodded solemnly, slipping the piece into the folds of her cardigan. "I hope not too, but I'm fast learning that hoping doesn't give you anything." She swallowed, wanting to ask about Isaac but feared any answer. She wanted to ask about what the Gods were planning, but the same applied, fear tied a tourniquet about her vocal cords. Outside, a small group of the risen damned hammered at the door, not phased when splinters tore their flesh from the bone, walking blindly and followed the human scent, compelled by the power that awoke them.

Odell who is one to be easily tempered, which the humans describe to have the quick temper of a human remains the God of war, as when it comes to fighting of demons, Odell is at the front line. Layland on the other hand is the God of illusions and compel, while Barak is the God of the four elements, and Darius, being the God of the underworld. Aside all that, it is known for each of the Gods to be blessed with strength, speed, and hyper senses. "And who says this is a joke, less at all useless?" Alec replies them. "Now if any of you can't answer the question, I will," Alec stares at them all.

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