Olympians Vs Titans Novels & Stories

I couldn't break my sick mother's heart with such bullshit. So I buried it. I chug down the last bit of beer in my bottle and slam it on the wooden table harder than I meant to. Yeah, I’m already in a fucked-up situation, yet I still let those assholes drag me here for some stupid drinking competition with the Polar Titans. Ice Reapers and Polar Titans will be clashing on ice for the first time, and somehow it starts with shots of whiskey. As the captain, I couldn't say no… not when Neylan thinks he can beat us because he's a rare-born dominant Alpha.

Speaking of powers, Professor Damaris told me that there is Seven Caste of Powers here in the Olympus, wherein people were ranked based on the level and contribution of their powers to the Olympus. The seventh is considered the lowest rank of all, and it is called the Summoning Caste. These are the people who can summon any kind of animals, creatures, beasts, and other living things in the Olympus. Through the power vested in them, they can understand, talk to, and command them. Professor Damaris also said that every Summoner has a spirit animal who can protect and guide them.

And once something was heard, it could never be unheard. The grand stadium of New City was filled with 80,000 roaring fans. Banners of Aeternum’s Royal Titans waved alongside the sigil of the visiting team—The Ironclad Warriors from the Kingdom of Grendor, a medieval land known for its powerful knights and ruthless warlords. On the field, two teams stood face to face. The Aeternums wore sleek, modern uniforms, while the Grendorian players looked almost ridiculous in their heavy leather tunics and chainmail leggings.