Tiamat Heads Novels & Stories

He was grinning like a mad man but his eyes shoot daggers. As I do that, I finally got a proper look at what is really happening. Everything... is on fire. In a distance, I caught Matertera Matilda as she cracked one of the vampires' heads open, which gained a deafening scream of pain from the latter. She then throw it into the flames right after and caught my gaze. In her eyes reflects the burning flames in between us. I have never seen such eyes burning in so much determination. Matertera Matilda is burning, and the red fire was made just for her.

His forehead instantly creased, but he couldn’t stop the excitement that suddenly embraced him. Yes. The Sacred Emissaries came from the Lunar Pack, and he had no problem with that. In fact, he was more than willing to follow. ‘What the f*ck are you thinking, Hades?’ A part of his mind shouted at him as he realized his own thoughts. Tamara Vikesh. She’s his destined mate – the King’s mate.

"What… have you done?" Deimon ignored her, his gaze fixed on Kate. "I won," he declared, his voice thick with exertion and a hint of triumph. "The Earthstalker's head. Just like the rules said." Kate, her face pale with horror, stared at the severed head in Deimon's hand. The Earthstalker, a creature of legend, was now a lifeless trophy, its amber eyes glazed over in death. The playful competition, meant to be a test of skill and courage, had devolved into a grotesque display of savagery.

Samuel was on the other line as they discussed Luna. "I don't want to assume Luna was that omega eight years ago, but they have the same pheromone scent. And her effect on me was so intense; I felt a hint of craving towards her," Valerian admitted, acknowledging how he had barely managed to restrain himself from claiming her earlier due to her condition.

Something that didn't belong in a "Real World." A **Titan** stepped out of the shadows. It was thirty feet tall, its body made of rusted iron and pulsing violet tubes. It had the face of a man, but the eyes were giant searchlights. On its chest, a large silver logo was etched into the metal: **AETHEL-GROUP: ASSET RECOVERY**. "Subject 01 and Donor 04," the Titan’s voice boomed, sounding like a thousand speakers blowing out at once. "You have exceeded your 'Independence' quota. Please remain still while your 'Conflict Data' is harvested."

“The child must be born. From behind the throne, the chained figures returned. They weren't children this time. But adults. Wolves with fallen shoulders and haunted stares. “Subjects from Phase Zero,” Winifred breathed. “They weren’t all destroyed.” Lyra stepped back. “They’re still alive?” “Barely,” Jasmine said, her voice ice. The throne cracked behind the girl. And from its core, a symbol emerged—burned into the stone. A spiral of flame wrapped around an eye. “The Matron’s Seal,” Winifred whispered. “She’s activating it.” Suddenly, the wolves with black eyes began to chant over and over again.

Liam said, pointing at the creature in front of them. " Now, what in the Goddess's name is that?" Chris said, looking at a strange creature that had a body resembling a dinosaur, but the unique thing about it was its neck. Its neck was nearly a meter long and thin like a snake and had two heads protruding from the end that looked like a baby dragon. " How do we fight this?" Adele asked. " Maybe we could tie a knot on its neck, " Liam chuckled. " Be serious, Liam," Adele said and stared at the creature who wasn't making any move to attack. " Why is it so quiet?"

Black ops strike invisible—plasma blades igniting blue, severing limbs in silent, precise arcs, bloodless cuts cauterized instant. A guardian beast—submarine-sized, plated in void-crystal—charges from side tunnel, maw yawning gravity vortex. Remy intercepts—coyote-gold board spinning wild, claws rending underbelly in golden streaks, ichor spraying black fountains that hiss on ice. **Remy (growling fierce over comms):** “Come on, you ugly bastard!” Deeper—tunnel narrowing, pressure building. The heart chamber—cavern vast as a subterranean cathedral, core pulsing black-red like a dying star, Matriarch coiled around it protective.

I risked a look at Tristan, expecting him to save me from this predicament because I sure as hell couldn’t save myself. However, Tristan’s idea of saving me caught me off guard. Without any warning, Tristan pulled me closer, leaving my mouth ajar from the sudden closeness as he introduced me to the woman standing in front of us and the elders. "Perfect timing," he said with a smile. "Meet Vanessa, she is my mate and the future Luna. She is carrying my child—my heir.”

His wolf stirred instantly, snapping to attention. Mate. Conan’s heart skipped a beat. He set the glass down and scanned the room, his eyes searching for the source of the scent. Then, he saw her. A woman stood near the edge of the room, her pink hair cascading down her back like silk. Her eyes were red like she had been crying and there was just this sadness that surrounded her that pulled at Conan's heart. He moved toward her instinctively, unable to resist the pull of the mate bond. When he reached her, he gently touched her shoulder. "Mate," he whispered softly.