Black Knight Titan Osrs Novels & Stories

"I am back, Knight." "It's you."

"It matters what you are." He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small, jagged piece of white bone - a fragment of the original night. He pressed it into her palm, closing her fingers over it until the sharp edges drew blood. "Find the Titan," he hissed. "Only the silver can dampen the scream." “There she is!”

Yet I was so mad right now I began to shake. “I, Knight Orion Blackwell,” he started chanting, which confused me even more. “Alpha of White Moon Pack, reject you, Nirvana—” “I wanna chop your head off and use it as a soccer ball because right now I’m infuriated at you, you weirdo, arrogant, selfish son of a bitch!”

She revealed a dark stone that began to glow, and a sudden, sharp pain stabbed at the back of my neck. "Leia!" Xavier and Kai called out in alarm as I collapsed to my knees. I found breathing hard as my power erupted uncontrollably from my body. Kai unleashed his black magic in response, but the Dark Queen effortlessly swatted it aside. Xavier summoned his light magic, which Lilith couldn't repel. She hissed in response, her anger blazing like wildfire.

Every guest holds a goblet of fermented blood-wine, nodding along as Tahlia takes the raised obsidian dais to deliver her ascension address. David Duskbane stands near the eastern pillars, completely transformed. He has cleansed the Blacktide brine from his dark hair, and his massive, imposing frame is now clad in a structured, midnight-black leather commander's tunic that bears the golden runes of the Duskbane Keep. He ignores the sub-alphas trying to scent-mark near him, his amber eyes completely cold. He is only staying to ensure his savior survived the pack's initial greeting before he cuts ties with this pathetic territory.

“Did he... did the ceremony go through I ran? Is it him? Is he marking me over the woods?” “No, no,” Jax answered, and his face burnt in the flickering fire-light, his voice shook in a manner that seemed to me more than the suffering. "Thorne is a Blackthorn. They have a jagged thorny crown and it is the sign of power and blood. This... this is something else. It appears to be the leftover of the Old Gods, the sign of the First Packs. I have never even heard of this in the forbidden scrolls. It shouldn't exist, Jessica. This has not been witnessed on this earth in centuries.”

Hence, Alex asked the Titan Princess, “Do you know about this place?” The princess said, “Previously, I didn’t remember where this place was, but I knew it once my bloodline completely awakened! This is the Dark Cemetery of the Titan Tribe.” “What? This is a cemetery?” The crowd was stunned. Empress Ghast said, “I have heard of the Titan Tribe. They are a powerful race in the Chi universe, almost at the top of the biological chain there. Only existences like Ancestor Phoenix and the Five-clawed Golden Dragon are a match for them… But why does the cemetery of the Titan Tribe appear here?”

Kaios huffed. Kaleb laughed them. "Enough, you two. Look at them, they are all still in shock." Kaleb said. "Oh!" Kaios clears his throat and snapped his fingers. The others snapped back to their senses. "You all good now?" Kaios asked and they nodded. "Good. So, let me introduce myself. I am Kaios. The deity of darkness or death or whatever you want to call it." He spoke. "WOW." The Blood Knights synchronized again. Kaios wink at Kian. The latter just shook his head. Thorin clears his throat catching Kaios' attention. "So, uhm, what brings you here, my lord?"

And there, standing behind a pillar marked with Silver Moon's symbol, was Theron. His face was still bruised from our fight, his pride clearly battered. But his eyes promised murder. "Blood Moon arrives," announced an elderly Alpha I did not recognise. "Welcome, Draven Blackthorne. And welcome, Kaia Shadowborn, Luna of Blood Moon." His tone gave nothing away. Draven led me to the centre of the circle. We stood back-to-back, surrounded by Alphas who held our fate in their hands.

Alpha King Aurelian Draven Blackthorn Aurelian means The Golden Ruler. Draven means The Dark Warrior. Blackthorn... An ancient royal bloodline so feared that entire kingdoms lowered their eyes when speaking its name. His wolf: Nyxar. A monstrous black wolf with golden eyes that glowed like moonlight on fresh snow. It's...Ancient... Powerful... Annoyingly optimistic. And entirely too invested in Aurelian's personal life. His kingdom: The Obsidian Dominion.