Root Of Nightmares Titan Armor Novels & Stories

Chapter 2-Titan “We keep moving,” Titan tells his elite warriors. “Never stop. You stop moving, you die. Always forward. Never stop.” The warriors are running in place with their Alpha. Beta Adrian checks his phone, who emails at 6am? Adrian smiles seeing it’s little Iris all grown up. Adrian looks at Titan and shakes his head remembering Titan and Iris as children. Adrian is sure Iris was too young to remember all those experiences, but Adrian and Titan sure would.

There was a frenzy to him that was incredibly unsettling. "You can see that he's not quite human anymore. My serum has it's faults. His alpha instincts are in full force. It's quite the aura, wouldn't you say so? Well I assume as a beta it's hurting you much more than it does me. It is the benefit of my species to be dominant which helps negates the ill effects of my imperfections in the serum. Dominance in battle is definitely something of government priority. The poor side effect is that following orders is something we are working on. But you know all things are a work in progress." Dr. Dawson took a quick step forwards and instantly like a tiger aroused by an invasion into his t

"This statue was an offering to the Alpha King from a non-native witch years ago. I sensed something was wrong with it and proceeded to look into it. "Once a target's hair is inserted into the statue, the caster and the target will have their fates switched." My hair stood on end. In my previous life, Sylvia had always been sickly and was constantly coughing. After Dad took her in, her health improved significantly. Now I understand why. Meanwhile, despite being in my prime, my health deteriorated after forming the mate bond. No wonder I'd always blundered during the trials. I had trained hard day and night, yet to no avail.

THE NIGHTMARE MASTER DIDN’T bother to dress me in some elaborate get-up like the other Nightmare Lords and instead just dressed me in a lab coat with a black shirt, black jeans, surgical gloves, a face mask, and sneakers. Those were the details he cared about, though it was the blood covering every inch of my clothes and exposed skin. My lab coat had once been white, but was now encrusted with red blood. My hair and skin suffered the same fate, though thankfully the face mask covered most of my face and the gloves covered my hands. Still, every time he gives me control, I wash everything off, scrubbing my skin until it is red.

"You're the pulse. And as long as I’m breathing, the grave stays outside." The Iron-Grave didn't fire cannons. It opened its "Rib-Gates," and a single, translucent bridge of bone-and-iron extended toward the Sun-Spire. A figure stepped onto the bridge. He was a titan, standing eight feet tall, encased in armor that looked like it had been grown from the obsidian of the world's first volcano. He didn't have a face, only a mask of white bone with three horizontal slits of glowing, red light.

While we haven’t said anything to each other yet, I see Raul has woken up and obviously taking a cue from me is also throwing on a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt, grabbed from the dresser drawer where he keeps extra clothes. “Cayden, Bree, Jacob, Dax!” I shout into the mind link, waking up my ranked members and including my youngest brother in the alert. “Patrols picked up the scents again, this time on the southern border. Two trackers are already on their way to follow the scents. We don’t know how many scents the patrols picked up, so Bree, send a couple of warriors after the trackers as back-up!” “On it!” I hear her fire back in the mind link.

"Move!" Dax roared, shoving my father toward the stolen SUV. "The ceiling is coming down!" But the loading dock wasn't empty anymore. Standing between us and the exit was a nightmare of chrome and hydraulics. A Titan-Sentinel. It was twelve feet tall, a bipedal tank with a rotary cannon for an arm. In the original timeline, this thing had killed three of our best riders. It had taken us six chapters to figure out how to scratch its paint.

Humans may not be as powerful as the immortals, but their sheer numbers would be impossible to defeat. "We're asking you to begin collecting your own army. Track Lycaon and clean up the messes he's bound to make. Dwindle his numbers until you're confident you can defeat him. Then bind him with silver and bring him to us. He draws most of his power from the wolves bound to him, so each kill will weaken him," said the balding vampire. "We agree to provide you with all the resources you need," the strawberry-blonde added. "Right now, most of the loyal guards have been dispatched in similar missions," she said, nodding slightly at Empusa, then Sekhmet, indicating the two former guards now standi

Those gems were dragon magic stones. The armor's helmet with spears and drawn swords lined the sides of the room from the throne to the front of the large door that provided the entrance. Astrid narrowed her eyes to get a better look. She realized that inside the armor was not a human but an empty, red-eyed shadow of darkness. Astrid's body shuddered in horror. She realized what creature was actually inside the helmet of the armor—the Nightmares. "You woke up already?" asked a male voice with a tone as cold as ice hitting the heart.

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.