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.

"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.

We needed to delve deeper into the matter, uncovering the truth behind Richard's predicament and the rogue group's sinister intentions. Richard shed light on the enigmatic figure of Timothy Dalton, his half-brother, whose true Alpha status had been obscured due to his challenges. While Timothy should have held the position, it was Richard who stepped into the role, concealing the truth from both the pack and the outside world. The intricate web of deception woven by their father stemmed from the fear that Timothy's challenged status might blemish the family's reputation.

Walter said with a frown. "If it's a living armor, it must require a lot of vital energy to work," Chase suddenly said. Titanzilla was a weapon and needed a certain amount of energy to control. It was a stage-three martial god sovereign. Compared to Lynn, who was a stage-three martial celestial god, it could not last for too long.

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.