Frieda Founding Titan Novels & Stories

"How could I possibly make a mistake when I am the one that created you?" Beside me, I felt Fineon tense while a string of incomprehensible words escaped his lips. "Who exactly are you?" He asks slowly, while I remain frozen. "What is your name?" "I am Titiana." The woman confirms, sending me reeling. "Creator of all, including you children." "She’s crazy." Fineon mutters, pulling me even closer. "How in the hell could the moon goddess be standing right here in front of us?" "Are you doubting me, young one?" Titiana asks, fixing her deep gaze on Fineon. "How shall I prove to you that I mean what I say?"

His first reaction was exactly the same as Jade’s. After only a few minutes, Alex realized that Jade had turned out to be from some Titan Tribe... This was shocking. “The Titan Tribe is the race with the greatest physical strength in the entire universe. How can you be afraid of mere astral wind? “Get up and face the wind bravely. You can only enlighten yourself and awaken the divine blood if you endure that pain with your body, ” the Martello Celio persuaded.

[Thalan] Just like it is the duty of my subjects to serve my will, it is my duty to serve the Grand Elder in all things. She and her siblings, resting in their unnatural sleep, are the oldest of us. The Titans, named after the old human mythology about the creatures who created the cosmos, are our creators. They are the dragons responsible for founding the courts and growing the seeds of our civilization. But my heart and mind are at war as I watch Nilla gleefully awaken the other Grand Elders.

Lust stirred under the stirrups of Wotan’s faded blue trousers, and he grinned at his wild wife. “Free, a drink for your parched ember, from your golden lap,” Wotan winked. Freida grinned, her strawberry blonde hair, peach skin, and freckles aglow as her eyes glowed like copper. “Not my lap – my sword.” Freida, Warrior Mother of the pantheons of the Northern Holds and land of midnight sun, took her blade – shaped like a longsword – it’s opal flesh shining like moonlight out of its gold and ruby hilt, and pressed the tip of razors and ravens claws gently into her grizzled grey harreled hoary husband’s lip, drawing blood.