Tiamat Heads Novels & Stories

Jessica rolled her eyes. " You know him?” I asked curiously. " No, but he looks like a Rambo." She giggled. The guard was not impressed. “State your name and purpose or leave." He gritted his teeth. I had had enough of this. " Listen here beefcakes, my name is Luna Wren of the Black Moon pack. I'm here to see my mate so you let me pass or get your arms ripped off, whichever you would prefer.” I growled. "Luna? You are no Luna, where's your mark? Why is your ‘mate’ here to discuss a mating deal with our Alpha? I won't say this again, leave.” He sneered at me.

Ding Hao was shocked and observed carefully. This giant beast had indeed the appearance of a dog. Scarlet flames twirled around its head, neck, and four legs. Its four legs were muscular, and its tail was amazingly large. It had three heads in all. There was a middle head with three eyes—all clear, attractive, and azure like the sea. On the right, there was a head with one eye. This eye was crimson like fire, exuding a strong murderous aura. On the left, there was another head with one eye, emitting a tranquil and peaceful orangey radiance. "Woof, woof, woof..."

I turn to look at him, my eyes as wide as saucers. “Did your Alpha just smack my ass?” A few hours later, Sierra is putting the finishing touches on my hair. I groan as she pins the final silver clip into place, sealing the style with a mist of holding spray. My entire scalp aches; every strand has been tugged, curled, and manipulated to fit the "Lunar Princess" aesthetic. The result is a masterpiece of high-society wolf craft. My hair is swept up in elaborate, shimmering coils that leave my neck exposed—a vulnerable, yet defiant statement in a room full of predators.

{My name is Tamerlane Shonod… The Trailblazer… The Earthscorcher…} Sketches of a human’s musculatory system, placed side by side and then inlaid with that of an ocean lizard splayed on its back. And, bursting with her own strange version of love for Tamerlane, Himiko giving the prophetic warning to Sasha: {Tamerlane and I are hard at work to reverse nature’s perversion. We shall cut off the tenth head before the sickness can spread…}

“Master, look, this Tyrant Hammer can change its size!” Matteo immediately stood up; his mind went blank! The hammer in his disciple’s hand was not an ordinary weapon—it was indeed a Grand Weapon!

There was a moment of silence. "Gotcha," Tio smirked. As the dropship's mechanisms brought the object to the surface, Damica rolled into the hangar behind me. "Wait," she breathed, "is that...?" The object Tio had retrieved had clearly once been a mech. Matte-black armour, covered in cracks, gave way to the broken shards of what had once been legs. Near the mech's centre, a massive dent let me see straight into its torn wiring, which still produced sparks.

The fangs of its three heads were like bamboo shoots after rain, shining coldly. At this time, Caspian found that the three heads of the Dog Demon had different changes. For the head in the middle, there were fire-like red lines on its forehead and lava in its mouth. Ripples appeared on the left side of its head. There seemed to be water rolling in its throat. The head on the right seemed to be shrouded in a haze of light, and the mottled light seemed to cover thousands of worlds. It was strange that people would get lost if they were not careful.

LAMIA A roar so loud and so enraged shook our room as Arcas, Mathias's beast voiced his pure outrage and wrath at what Travis just said. His possessive and protective side causes him to rumble and shake with the knowledge. I hung up stunned into silence. Or so angry that I couldn’t even comprehend my emotions or form a single thought about what Travis just told me. “Lamia.” Mathias tries to get my attention, his voice harsh and grating as he desperately tries to control his own anger.

An Infernal Beholder was a being already at X-Rank! The three-headed chimera became a Six-Headed Chimaera King, gaining three more heads after being exposed to miasma and then named! It gained the power of three more heads, with the body of a giant lion as well, it was a deadly best with many powers. It was comparable to an SSS-Rank being.

Her father had been persuasive, and his vision for a new order—one where celestials ruled unchallenged—had seemed compelling. But now, watching Damien and the others fight for their lives, it felt different. She promised herself she wouldn’t get involved. It was the only way. And yet… Then she heard it. A scream—familiar and heart-wrenching. Damien’s scream. Matilda’s heart froze. She looked toward the clearing where the Velakar stood, looming over the group like a dark cloud. Her eyes darted between the motionless forms of Claud, Lycidas, Zakira, and even Astrid, all sprawled across the ground, barely clinging to consciousness. But it was Damien, lying helplessly beneath the towering creatu