Towers Of Heaven Novels & Stories

*** *Present Moment* Mr Smith dropped the call. He wasn't sure if Liam would take his offer, but he knew it was time to stop. He was dying, obviously; the cancer had eaten deep into him; he knew soon enough that he was going to meet with his daughter in hell, but he knew Diane was never going to stop on her own.

That's it, this is my end. He began to touch me and tried to rip away my blouse. But the last thing I prayed on my mind was "Please God, please save me". I think I don't deserve heaven life I always living in hell life and after death also I am going to hell only and I shut my eyes tightly ready to go for hell. But I think god heard my prayer, because he sent some Savior for me. My Savior is none other than my husband. Thank you god Akash POV ***********

Silver bridges arched off its perimeter like the spokes of a sun. Three colossal towers spiraled upward, each representing an empire. Solaris Tower: bright gold and white, shining like a sunrise. Lunaris Tower: shimmering silver with endless glowing runes. Noctis Tower: dark violet stone wrapped in drifting shadow. Hovering above them, suspended by pure luminous force, was the Conclave Arena, a circular platform surrounded by rings of floating sigils. Seraphine pressed her face to the glass. “There’s a floating arena! This is so wrong!”

Chapter 15 – The Holy Tower and the Heart of Blood Night 17 – in Valenfort, after the Seraphim incident. The sky glowed with a dull crimson, like an unhealed wound. Heavy rain poured down, carrying the scent of metal and blood ash. In the city center, Divine Tower stood tall amidst a sea of white light – like a spear piercing the heart of Valenfort. But tonight, that light was no longer a symbol of salvation. It had become the mourning light for a city that was rotting.

Bella POV The elevator doors opened on the forty-second floor of Sterling Tower, and I stepped into what would be Hart Worldwide's North American headquarters. Floor-to-ceiling windows offered a panoramic view of Silverton's skyline, and directly across the street, like a dark monument to everything I'd survived, stood Black Tower. Caleb's kingdom, looming over mine. "Mommy, it's so high up!" Tom pressed his face against the glass, his grey eyes wide with wonder. "I can see everything!"

It's not enough for heaven to just slap him, and spit on him, they step on him until he lost all the will to live, the will to see the light again. Knowing you love your enemy, knowing you married your enemy, slept with him, cry for him, live your life for him now... the heavens wanted to knock out all the life in him. Remarkable. What the heavens laid out for him deserves a standing ovation, and applause from all the bystanders who only watched him trampled so low and left him so pathetic.

It appeared like she was engulfed with extreme bewilderment to the point that she wasn’t able to cast a spell to protect her from falling debris caused by the collision of a gigantic tower landing on the Academy and the barriers protecting this whole floating island. I casted a protection spell upon her just before a huge boulder reaches her. I immediately used Mammon’s regeneration magic to recover from the wound I got but d*mn, it only slows down the bleeding. It was not working perfectly. Loud tremors vibrated on the ground as the gigantic tower successfully landed on the Academy. It was emitting a tremendous amount of evil energies. It gives me goosebumps. I was taken aback when Mammon s

{Dominic} The morning sun caught on every inch of NovaCore’s glass-and-steel towers, gilding them until they looked like they had been carved from the heavens themselves. It should have looked beautiful to me, but instead it looked like a challenge, a fortress I’d once conquered and now had to reclaim.

The monks, led by the four Great Divine Monks, hurried to the Devil Repressed Tower with their magic tools. Seeing that the town's magic tower was shaking more and more, Zen Master Quechen kept calm. As he uttered the word, "Jing (quiet)", he threw the prayer beads in his hand to the top of the tower. The beads immediately glowed brightly with golden lights, and it became bigger and bigger and finally encircled the Devil Repressed Tower completely. The entire tower immediately stopped shaking, and the devil howling stopped. Xiao Chen saw that the situation was not great. It would be even more difficult to create a gap when the four Great Divine Monks of the monastery arrived. At this moment,

Not even close. The penthouse at the top of the Hayes Tower didn't feel like a home; it felt like a monument to isolation. ​Located on the sixty-fifth floor, the entire northern and eastern walls were made of seamless, tinted glass, offering a panoramic, dizzying view of the city below. The floors were polished white concrete, the furniture a collection of minimalist charcoal leather and brushed steel. There were no family photographs, no stray books, no signs that a human being actually lived, breathed, or ate there. It was sterile. It was perfect. It was Ryan.