Tower Of God Time Skip Novels & Stories

It turned out that the tomb owner hadn't been reborn at all, which made sense since zombies weren't qualified to go through the process of rebirth. Emilio was still the same fierce-looking but good-natured zombie that I knew. He hadn't taken a human life. He was forced to return to the mountains every ten years to shed his skin because he didn't ingest enough fresh blood to maintain his appearance. I ended up sneaking Emilio away from the shamans' elaborate traps. Gabriel had seen me, but he didn't say a word. He simply extorted a few of my magical artifacts from me. After all, Gabriel was the one who brought me back to Starshot Academy all those years ago. He was also the one who begged Zac

“Nothing is impossible, my child. That place lies beyond the realm of the gods and is known as the Tomb of the Gods. It opens only once every few years and is a place teeming with alien life and various treasures within. This has been recounted and happens frequently in the Realm of the Gods; now… do you understand why I said this tournament isn’t just about fighting disciples from other sects?” Xiao Chen fully understood why the Grand Elder had said that it wouldn’t just be disciples or other young generations who would become their enemies later on. There are all sorts of strange creatures, including the lifeforms inside—nothing is certain, and no one can predict what will happen. That’s w

The coward had vanished the second he realized the god wasn’t going to be kind. I walked toward the chasm. Michael stepped into view. "What are you doing?" "Stopping it." He started forward, but Andrew stopped him. "Let her." The Veil Sight pulsed fully to life. The world shifted around me. I didn’t see the altar anymore. I saw layers of time. Broken faces. Blood offerings. Hundreds of years of worship, all leading to this moment. I saw the god’s eye. It blinked. Not with lids—with memories. And it saw me.

She cooked it into his meals three times a day for years. Over time, he lost his ability to have children, and she never got pregnant again. Mom once told me, “No matter how hard it is, you must survive. Find a way to escape from here.” She spent her whole life trying to leave this place. On her tenth attempt, she tried to escape with Eve. They were so close, just one step away… That was when Mike accidentally alerted the villagers and surrounded them. Without hesitation, Mom shielded Eve, taking the blows meant for her. The villagers attacked her with sticks and fists, and the blows rained down on Mom.

Lucas and Natasha—the two people who had betrayed her, shattered her trust, and destroyed her life in the other timeline—were dead. Her first instinct was disbelief. It felt surreal, almost as if it were some twisted dream she would wake up from at any moment. But as she scrolled through the article, detailing how they had been found in Lucas’s apartment, with signs of a violent altercation leading to both their deaths, it began to sink in.

Sasha, her voice steady and filled with newfound clarity, declared, "We are not mere spectators or pawns of destiny. We are the architects. And together, we'll mend the fractures, harmonize the melodies of time." The voice, now sounding more familiar, responded, "Then show me. Prove that you are worthy of rewriting the symphony of existence." The guardians, holding the timepiece aloft, began to channel their energies. Each memory, each emotion, and each decision began to resonate, creating a new, harmonious melody. The void around them responded, the chaos receding, replaced by a radiant light. As the illumination grew, the guardians found themselves back in the clock tower, the Keeper stand

PROLOGUE Four humans . Two couples. They stood by the edge of the rock, the tides washing up. In their over joyous state, they held different seal stamps and presses it over a thin piece of paper. “Do you think they will acknowledge this sacrilege decision of ours?” The woman with the pepper head asked warily. “They have no choice but to.” Her partner boomed in his intimidating voice. “I agree. The conditions should give them no choices. They must obey.”

“From the prime to the end of the line — bring me back and give me the hands of time! Through spicks and spells, bring me back to the time where I want to dwell! Make the clock reverse, bring back the time — from the prime to the end of the line!” The room begins to shake and the owl and the eagle flew out of the humble hut. For birds know if something terrible is about to happen — animals can feel it on their guts. Mayari Tabbu continued to chant in whispers, as vines and rays of light appeared from every corner. Against all rationality, against all lucidity — against all sense. Suddenly, Mayari Tabbu surges forward and is dragged into a never ending vortex. The lines and vines continued to

“Yes, sir.” “Destroy the watchtower, you can do it your way.” The dark lord commanded, shoving Elika to his right side. “Yes, sir.” Michael nodded, turning towards the battle as he continued. “Demolitions! Take down that tower!” Darkous’ comrade pointed towards the watchtower as five men rushed towards them, each carrying a bag of explosives. They stopped beside the dark lord, bowing their heads in respect to their prince. Elika watched silently as they rushed towards the tower, placing manmade explosives around the base. Her uncle dragged her away from the watchtower as she resisted, slamming her back against a large birch tree. She recoiled in fear when he placed his hands over her ears, h

Or rather, in a mere 23 years… World War 4 pushed the world to the verge of destruction. That’s when on the 23rd year, July 1st. One of the legendary twelve apostles of the God of Creation suddenly appeared, and ‘it’ decided to put an end to everything. ‘It’ destroyed several of the strongest and leading causes countries of World War 4 in just three days by itself, alone. Even with full preparation to meet against his attacks, not a single one of them is able to take down the apostle— even if it’s the powerful celestial gods who are just one rank below them.