Tower Of God Novelas e Histórias

😉😮 BRIDE OF THE SEVEN GODS 😮😉 Written by TOM 👰 She's the legendary master wife 👰 🤴❄️❄️❄️❄️❄️❄️❄️❄️❄️❄️❄️❄️🤴 🤴❄️❄️❄️❄️❄️❄️❄️❄️❄️❄️❄️❄️🤴

I slowly sat on the white sand and watched the lady still standing to where I left her. I am waiting anxiously by the shore. Did my plan work? Christ! This is killing me. My heart is pounding really fast! I couldn't stand waiting for her like this! I swear I was praying then, she moved towards the seashore, towards me. Thank God! I did it! What a relief! She stood directly in front of me. I raised my head to face her and with that I smirked. " What can I do for you, goddess?” Oh yes! It's true! She's a beauty! She must be Venus if she was ever real. "Oh, shut up! Stop making fun of me will you?!" she mumbled pouting her lips like a baby before sitting right beside me. I could feel my heart

There's an urgency pounding in my chest and in my mind, telling me to keep going. I lean over before entering the lighthouse and look back again. The Tower of the Goddess is silent, like a huge rock stuck on the beach, the left side covered with plants and flowers all the way to the top, the windows like the closed eyes of a large sleeping animal. It's like I'm alone here. It's like I'm alone in the world. I enter the hole and see that the fire has long gone out, but there is some daylight coming in that allows me to see the stranger.

After a full day of marching through the monotonous and miserable landscape of the Bone Desert, they finally saw it. From behind the last mountain peak, the Obsidian Tower soared to the sky. It was not a building, but a curse frozen in stone. A colossal pillar of jet-black rock whose surface gleamed like wet glass, so tall its pointed peak pierced the purple clouds above. The tower seemed to absorb all light and hope from its surroundings, radiating an oppressive aura thick with pure evil. The aura it emitted alone was enough to make an ordinary cultivator fall to their knees from the spiritual pressure.

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.

He asked Tres about it and he said that she was Demeter—the goddess of food, basically. James looked up and saw that once again, the high ceiling was painted with extreme attention to detail. This time however, instead of Zeus or Poseidon, it was of fields of wheat, corn, fruit trees, and cattle grazing in prairies. There were numerous beautiful, petite-framed women dancing in the fields and laying offerings at the feet of a seated Demeter. Suddenly, Tres broke into his concentration. “I think my popularity points just went up a few notches.” “What? Why do you say that?” asked James.

It was the small palm-sized tower that hovered right before Severin. The tower's color was purplish-gold, and its surface seemed to bear finely carved patterns that contained the terrifying might of heaven and earth. After feeling the terrifying aura from the Green Emperor's Pagoda, Horra's pupils shrank violently and screamed, "That's… that's an immortal treasure!"

Far across the new world— a black tower was rising from the ground. It had no doors. No windows. Only one symbol carved into its surface. The same black symbol that had appeared on Auren's palm. Auren stared. “That wasn't here before.” Selene shook her head. “No.” The tower grew higher. Higher. Until it pierced the clouds. Then— a voice came from inside it. A voice Auren had never heard before. “Creator.” Auren's eyes narrowed. “I am not a creator.” The tower answered: “Then why did you create me?”

Then, he dropped to one knee and pressed a reverent kiss on the back of my hand. “Godmother.” Our wedding was held in the rose garden of the fortress. There were no guests from the outside world—only Dad and a few close family elders. Xavier wore a tiny suit that matched mine in color. He was our ring bearer, walking toward us with a big smile on his face. Dad placed my hand in Kane’s and, though his eyes were red, said firmly, “Take good care of her.” Kane nodded solemnly. “I swear on my life.”

The ground trembled beneath their feet. A deep rumbling echoed through the air, followed by a crack of energy. Aria turned sharply, scanning the distance. Out beyond the ruins, a massive black spire rose from the horizon jagged, pulsing with red light. It hadn’t been there before. The energy radiating from it was unmistakable. “The Shadow Tower,” Ronan said grimly. “It’s his fortress. He built it over the ruins of the sacred grounds the place where the Moon Stone used to rest.”