Zahard Tower Of God Novels & Stories

She doesn’t. An hour ago was when Zechariah stopped him from stomping down the door of Heaven’s room. Now, an hour later, Zeedar watches the same motherfucker scaling the tower walls, heading straight for the very window has been staring at. Zeedar lets him. If his brother’s instinctive nature can uncover the truth Zeedar has been craving, then so be it. However, minutes later, an explosion booms through the air. A violent spark that is as sharp as lightning bursts from the window, followed by a forceful wind that rattles the roofs of the pack houses.

Gracie assured him and accepted the pills. Two days later, all the highest-level individuals from the Skyblue Sect stood atop a mountain. "We'll be gone for a while, Hardin." Gilda kissed Hardin on the cheek before reluctantly handing the child over to Rachel. Wuhlricht glanced at the surroundings and retrieved the miniature black tower. "I've been infusing spiritual energy into this black tower until each layer lights up. It is almost fully lit now, and we'll be transported to that higher world once I infuse it with the final little push of spiritual energy."

I glanced at him, pokinh him with the sharp edge of my glare before turning back to the windshield. “Which part of hell are you taking me to, huh?” I spat, my knee bouncing as I sat stiffly, muscles frozen like a plastic Barbie with broken joints. “Thunder Towers, actually,” he replied casually, already pulling up in front of a tall building whose existence I’d only heard about which owned exclusively by people with more money than morals. He parked near the wide marble staircase of the veranda. “Thunder means Zeus. Zeus lives in Olympus.” He shot me a sideways glance. “So technically? I’m taking you to heaven.”

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.”

ODETTE After a close to eighteen-hour flight with two stops in between—one of which Gunnar had made, we landed in South Africa, in the province of KwaZulu-Natal. We were hauled up in a hotel room near the beach. The city we were staying in—from the little I had seen—was beautiful. Durban seemed to be filled with people of different races and ethnicity. It was different from what I had expected. Then again, I didn't know what to expect when Ace said we were going to a safe house. All I knew was that we wouldn't be staying at this hotel for very long.

Zuberi squinted as dull brightness met him as the door rolled open, groaning at the hinges from lack of use and blistering sand. A stairway was all there was to see, wide and austere and leading upwards. Where it led was unknown, the top not visible and the appearance always changing. Sometimes it was polished marble, sometimes a rickety rack of wooden steps. Only one door, set half way up the wall was viewable from where he stood, the entrance of other Gods and beings. There was a soft grunt in the silence and Zuberi turned to face the sound, shakily holding out the earthenware urn. Droplets seeped from the cracked lid, leaving rusty stains down the rough sides.

AZURE Eros towered before me, his menacing presence threatening to overwhelm my spirit, I felt a desperate plea rising from the depths of my soul. My thoughts reached out to the Moon Goddess, the divine entity who had guided my kind for centuries. With fervent devotion, I beseeched her for assistance in this dire moment, my voice a whispered prayer amidst the chaos of battle.

asked a deep, gravelly voice from a shadowy corner of the room. “Trust? No, father I do not trust him. He is reliable in that he knows the consequences of any . . . errors he may commit. He will do what I tell him and gather what information is desired.” Clurife turned to give respect to his father, Hades, as the god floated into the center of the chamber.

She knew she was supposed to pass through four more gates, but she had no patience of such time, she only at that time wasted to just disappeared and reappeared at the last gate, get hold of the god who had refused to bring rain on earth, but when she looked, she did not see anything than all around her, she knew she was indeed in the land of gods, a place where no mortals can step, and since she was already stepping in it, then she must really be the Trinity, one who can go to anywhere she so desire, but can not see all as believed by all who had thought gods can do anything they wished, but the truth is only Eledumare can see all things, but for her powers she disappeared and appeared at

A warrior stands guard beside it, which sends another jolt of dread down my spine. Edwardo knocks lightly. He waits. No response. He pushes the door open. My heart drops straight through my feet. I stumble. Zahra. Oh, my fucking goddess.