Root Of Nightmares Titan Armor Novels & Stories

But we know it’s the result of the vampires wiping them out. Alpha Greg returns once a fortnight with fewer and fewer warriors to inform us they still have not found the location of the vampire’s lair. Furious, I take my anger out on the boxing bags. I think of Micah every single day. From the moment I wake to the moment I sleep and even when I sleep. The nightmares haven’t stopped but have only gotten worse. Amara hears my screams and cries along with half the pack house each night during the nightmares. She is the first to reach me as our rooms are the closest and wakes me up. I spend hours each night sitting by Micah’s grave before I sleep. Alpha Varan has come to visit the grave twice si

I think twice about this on the grounds that maybe towards the end of it all, Lindsay was off base with me and my main power is being fooled by every horrible individual that comes my way. At the moment when I would no longer dare to hope, he wraps his arms around me, easily inviting me into a pit devoid of agony, regret, responsibility, or retribution. By the time I would no longer dare to hope, the balance has already completed the change process for Jorfit Raeken. My breathing is ampGreciaente disturbed and my eyelids are a ton, however, I struggle to open them on the grounds that even before I began to regain consciousness I have heard some moans and I really want to realize who they are

"Tell him whatever you think it is best 'cause I won't be showing up. If 'she is asleep' that comes to your mind, say it. Or 'she don't wanna come' it is fine by me, 'she doesn't want to see you' whichever way. I am not just coming." "Okay then." "Thank you as you do so," I plugged my earpiece, then laid back on bed. "Goodnight." **** (No! Whimpering! Darkness! Fire! Tears!) Noo! Not again! I pressed my back against the wall, folded up a leg, then I dug my finger into my hair. This is beyond me mum, dad! I can't handle this all alone. What is the secret behind this nightmare? *** The shadow was moving closer. It was following me all over again. This couldn't be Brad. That was not Brad. So wh

LAYLA OPENED her eyes with a scream. She just had a bad dream—she was being chased by a burly and fully-naked tattooed man in an alleyway—whose whole body including the face and his bald head was covered with tattoos—holding a bloodied knife. She didn’t know if she was injured or wounded in her dream or if that blood belonged to another person, an earlier victim, but fortunately, she woke up at the moment the man had finally caught up with her, brutally grabbing her by the hair.

"That doesn't make any sense." "Unless…" Jace stops. "Unless what?" she snaps at him, lifting her head, her blue eyes flashing amber. "Nothing," he shakes his head. "No! Go ahead, say it," she growls. "Go ahead! Say it! Say it! Grayson is sending us alone, without protection! Not because he needs the help here, but because he's offering us to Thantos! Right!? Say it! We're all thinking it!" Jace sighs. "It's possible that Alpha Grayson doesn't know Thantos's reputation for killing children."

my double-layered voice screamed, echoing through the hull, shattering the remaining bronze lanterns. The titan actually paused. His boots skidded an inch across the deck. He turned his massive torso toward me, his yellow eyes narrowing as the silver magic singed his rusted armor, sending thick black smoke curling into the air. "A female of the West..." the titan rasped, a sickening, dark amusement lacing his gravelly tone. "You have the voice... but you do not have the Crown's soul." He reached up, grabbing my magic whip with his bare, clawed hand. With a single casual yank, he pulled me toward him.

If you shut me down here, I’ll just pop up somewhere else. The Pillar shot out a hand made of lasers, pointing straight at the hospital bed. Then the bed changed. Its metal legs twisted into spider claws, and the wires lashed around like whips. The thing keeping Sarah alive? Now it was a weapon, and the ghost boss was pulling the strings. “Marcus, kill the boy,” the Pillar ordered. “I’ll take care of the daughter.” Marcus got up, blood on his lip. He dug a tiny silver remote from his pocket, pressed a button, and metal plates slid over his skin, snapping together into a hard, shiny suit. High-tech armor. It looked expensive.

"Stay here, keep quiet." River nodded tightly, her grip on Rain intensifying. He didn't need to be told twice. Tiptoeing to the window, he peeked through the slats. His breath ceased by what was before him. There, right below them stood a battalion of Ironclaw soldiers, their armor glinting like malevolent eyes. The pack’s Gamma stood at th forefront. The sight sent a jolt of panic through him. Echo - that manipulative snake, had moved fast. He raced back to River, his heart skipping beats for fear of his daughter’s safety. "We need to go. Now."

Julian shook his head before walking over to his father and putting him to sleep with the palm of his hand on the back of his neck. Everyone breathed a sigh of relief when they noticed that the man had fallen asleep on the bed, and they moved out of that room. "Let's go to the front door and go out. My mother is already asleep. She won't notice us, but move slowly, maybe our bodyguard will notice." He opened the door to his room, but before that he arranged the books shelves. "What about your brother?" Nash asked him. Julain just shook his head. They act like ninjas as soon as they get down the stairs, not thinking about the weight of what they're carrying.

It had only been a dream, yet it had felt more real than anything. It was as if he had been transported to that exact moment, with the girl before him, pleading for dear life as tears streamed down her face. The exact moment when her head was cut off and her body fell to the ground seemed to continue echoing in his head, like a broken recorder forever stuck on one song. He ran a hand through his head in frustration. He had to get it together. He was heir to the Alpha position of this pack. He would be Alpha someday. He couldn’t afford to show any form of weakness whatsoever.