Towers Of Heaven Novels & Stories

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.

"So. So the little one got his angelic power. That won't help him either. Isn't it Lucifer? ", Decus laughed, who was standing with Lucifer on the platform of the tower. Lucifer had felt Amon's strength and clenched his fists for a brief moment. Godric seemed to have become aware of his blood, as Lucifer felt another aura next to Amon, which he could clearly assign to Godric. Now the aura was just not so human anymore, it had a touch of heaven. "That won't help you either ..." Lucifer whispered angrily and narrowed his eyes for a moment, did not answer Decu's question and looked up. In front of Lucifer was a gate that was almost open. This gate was made up of skeletons that were woven togeth

At Heaven Far above, Zadkiel, accompanied by Wrath and his lover Jophiel, arrived amidst the devastation of Heaven itself. The once-pristine spires and radiant gardens were scorched, broken, and trembling under the assault of fallen angels. The celestial light that usually bathed the realm was dimmed by smoke, void, and chaos, and the sound of clashing divine power echoed across the clouds.

"A kilometer, at least, if it's a smaller tower, about the height of a man. The larger it is, the further its reach." Richard fell silent, his mind conjuring up images of these towering structures, sentinels of light guarding the city. It was like those ancient archer towers, the ones with massive crossbows that could fell any intruder in sight, but without the need for human operators. He shook his head, a wave of disbelief washing over him. Such technology, such power... it was beyond the realm of ordinary mortals. Magic towers were the exclusive domain of those powerful mages from the Two Towers of Magic, the ones who hoarded knowledge and wielded arcane power with ruthless efficiency.

A cool air of damp limestone and old iron whizzes past Heaven’s nose, and—due to the silence within the vicinity—she suspects there may be fewer or no souls living around the area. Glancing up, there aren’t any electric wire crossings either, which means Ziason wasn’t kidding when he told her to forfeit her phone. He really was bringing her to an uncivilized area. “Just out of curiosity, Mr. Father,” Heaven starts while jogging to catch up with Ziason’s long strides, “would I be allowed the liberty to use a TV, at least? I cant be dancing everyday all year long, and I’ll certainly grow bored.” The guy doesn’t respond. Instead, he pushes open the heavy, iron, double doors of the tower that us

Dominik The Tower is a fortress of glass and steel, standing eight hundred feet above the grime of the city. From my office on the top floor, New York looks like a circuit board. A grid of lights and energy that I usually control with a flip of a switch. I’m standing by the window, looking north toward Queens. The fire at the distribution hub has been extinguished for days, but I can still see the scar it left. "He’s here," Enzo says from the doorway.

Without any command, twelve men in black cloaks began to surround the pentacle, chanting the same words, the Mistress is speaking. In no time, the ground shook as though it's breaking into half followed by the sweltering air which came from the forming fissures, tracing the pentacle sign wherein Tomoya and Takumi are in. Astoundingly, Tomoya did not panic. He only watched the ground around him crack and fall down to small pieces underneath him to which humans identify as hell. Piercing cries reverberated, bringing the entire locus, counting the air and any life forms to shake; indicating the arrival of a formidable yet ghastly being.

the person who could show me heaven invited me with his open arms. "Come here or you will regret it for your life" the person who is showing me the hell, warned me. I looked between both of them getting confused whom should I choose? If I chose heaven then my family's life would be at stake and if I chose hell then I would become a walking dead body. I am stuck 'Between Hell and Heaven'

He really is a fucking ghost, and he fully plans to do as the dead-woman possessing my mother warned: leave his current vessel to drop dead and rot and move on to his selected, supernaturally strengthened new host… I shiver, eyes on the church doors, and hand never leaving my revolver. “There will be others, like Father Jost and the best of our students, those strongest in faith, to lead this congregation. Remember, brothers and sisters, that death is not the end for those of us who are God’s beloved chosen.” I can straight-up feel that sickening, fake, benevolent smile he no doubt gives as he speaks those words. “We will meet again, whether on this plane, or in paradise. Keep vigilant for t

STEELE & CHRISTINE Travis Steele, resident tech geek of the Heaven Hill MC rolled his head on his shoulders, hoping to loosen the tension he felt in his neck. People were driving him insane. Two days before Christmas and all of the guys were trying to surprise their wives, which meant he was keeping tabs on people more than usual. When really the only person he wanted to be keeping tabs on was his own wife. He looked down at his cell phone, sitting beside his mouse and saw he had a message from her.