Ancient Warhammer Titan Novels & Stories

Chapter 3 Axel I was just finishing up in the bar. I had kicked the last few lads out of the bar at closing time. I was cleaning the counter and wiping the tables. We did have cleaners that did the cleaning, but I found it therapeutic. I was wiping the bar down when I heard a loud noise outside. I could hear men arguing. That’s all I need. I opened the doors and saw two men fighting. I ran over to them and grabbed both of them by their collars and dragged them apart. “What the fuck is going on? Get out of here before I call the cops.” I was a big fuck. I’m tall, well over 6 feet. I was built, I spent an hour in the gym every day, like I said, I’m a big fuck. I was intimidating. And a member

“Anyway, whatever they were doing, hopefully it’s over now, right? He’s dead. And Calder killed his associates when we got out of there. Whatever their plan was, it’s got to be over now.” I hoped. Christ. Take over the world. Hubris, but…fucking terrifying hubris. Hawthorne and company might have been pretty fucking far from doing any such thing, but how much damage could a group of warlocks do on a smaller scale, working toward a goal like that? Strike that, I knew exactly how much damage, because I’d been part of the wreckage left behind. And so had Nate, for that matter.

The island was doing its pre-dawn thing, the specific quality of dark that existed in the last hour before the sky began to change, the dark that was about to be something else. Lysander moved beside her. "There's one thing I want to say," he said quietly. "Before the panel." She looked at him. "The Covenant bloodline," he said. "The dissolution conditions. When the governance framework is restored the automatic revival of their standing." He held her gaze. "That standing doesn't only belong to Caspian through his mother's line." She held him. "The revival is community-wide," he said. "Everyone descended from the Covenant bloodline's community recovers their standing."

“This is my moment to shine. Go forth, my soldiers.” Screech~ The soldiers that dwelled inside the darkness soon marched forward and assaulted all the enemies that they saw. “Kyaaaaaaa~” “Help~~~~” “I don’t want to die!!!” “No!!!” “Go away.” The HQ was in complete disarray. The number of corpses increased beyond what was calculated. Currently, there are 3000 thousand workers, 1000 soldiers, and 300 great soldiers. Great soldiers were the artifact holders who held a similar level of power to the talented mage. They could have served as Dionysus's sparring partners.

Brand had forgotten what it felt like – the all-consuming need for the blood of his enemies to be spilled on the ground at his feet. Brand shook his head another scream was silenced as he ripped out another throat. The blood dripped from his long snout as he took a breath and looked around him. Leather-clad warriors lay around him, some with eyes open staring at the sky as if looking for the Valkyries coming to take them to Valhalla. Brand snorted. Good luck. He couldn't believe the gods would want any of these followers of a deranged leader in their feasting halls.

I quickly wipe my hands in a towel and go to open. "Where is the little prince?" Azure barges in as I open the door followed by Toni. Toni and Tamarra were with me when I brought Eren home. I close the door, my eyes narrowing at Azure. "Why does Toni needs to guard you?" He inhales a sharp breath, rubbing the back of his nape. "We both need to talk to you." I raise a curious brow. He tends me a pack before he runs up the stairs to Eren's room. I look at the pack and frown. Chocolates for a sick kid? Seriously?

A second titan, larger and darker than the first, began to claw its way out of the earth. The silver King beside me seized. The violet spark in his eyes grew into a blinding flare. He grabbed my wrists, his grip like iron manacles. "Run," he choked out. It was his voice. The gravel. The heat. The man. "Kael?" "It's a trap, Maya," he gasped, the silver on his skin beginning to crack and bleed violet light. "She’s not just building a world. She’s building a hunger." The dark titan below opened its maw, and the sky began to turn black, not with clouds, but with a swarm of drones that looked like a cloud of locusts.

THE BEGINNING TWO YEARS BEFORE THE WAR IN AKOZO KINGDOM: "Your father never loved me the way he loved that woman and that was why he gave her son the throne before his death. I was the first he married but I had no child for him until his second wife produced him a son, Zakiza. You see, I was the first wife which makes you automatically heir to his throne. I knew your father was never going to make the right decision but I was not learned enough to stop him; I had no dragon and I wasn't a Witch. You see my son, you have grown and that is why I'm telling you this; it's time to take back what is yours, what was taken from you, your birthright. I will help you" Akiza rose from his seat, a very

"Alright, you say we don't have much time to talk, but why am I here?" "I need to warn you of a war, and I need you to let your family know because they will be dragged into this war." "What war?" "The war between the god Ashton and the humans." "Why would that involve my family?" "Ashton will ask other gods to aid him in this war." "Why does he even want this war?" "You can say he has a hate for them." "Why does he hate them?" "Humans kill what they don't understand and are different than them." I guess that can be true, and that's why us werewolves keep our self a secret from the humans.

“It exists a thousand years ahead of your time. Here, it is 2021. There, it is 3021. The geography mirrors Earth’s, but its population is smaller, tightly controlled. Resources are abundant. Our technology far surpasses anything here.” Mauve rolled her eyes. “And what does that have to do with me?” “I said, questions later.” His tone snapped like a whip. He continued, “It began with the First One—Arnold Dein. Descendant of Earth. No one knows why he was chosen, but when his gifts manifested, he opened the portal to Elite. From him, the monarchy began. Each ruler is a descendant of Earth, marked by abilities. There have been seventeen so far, Mauve. You are to be the eighteenth.”