Titan God Of War Novels & Stories

He stood tall, immovable, his silhouette carved against the lantern light like a verdict the world itself had no choice but to obey. When he spoke, it was not a statement. Not even a declaration. It was the truth. “I…”His voice dropped, deep and resonant, vibrating through bone and breath. “…AM THE GOD OF WAR.” The tent felt it… the wooden beams, the ground underneath, everything seemed to tremble under the force of that certainty. Even the flames bowed, shrinking lower as if in reverence… or perhaps fear. A heartbeat later… Lucien slammed his fist against the table. Maps jumped. Ink pots rattled. It was a sound that didn’t just echo… it promised death.

I only hope not to abuse his need for me anytime soon until I can think of something. Compared to what I’ve heard about Keres, his *Darkinral* pack has strong fighters and he’s no exception. He’s known to be a great fighter hence his title as the god of war among neighboring packs and abroad. He goes to war once in three months like a routine. I’ve always found it strange that my pack was never attacked and I thought he probably didn’t want to make an enemy of us. Once, we tried reaching out for alliance but we were rejected. No one ever sees him except on the battlefield. Rumor has it how big and mighty his wolf is but now I refuse to believe all of that.

“Even the Moon Readers can’t explain it.” Tharion paced like a caged animal fighting his doubts and fears. He knew the war would be lost without the Goddess Warrior or the Tiger Warrior. Tharion’s mind link to Kaelan crackled with static—battle preparations were already underway, but the moment Kaelan caught the edges of Kaplan’s pain through the bond, his response was immediate. Hold on. I’m coming.

Azim hesitated. Then his eyes hardened. “Yes.” He typed furiously, bypassing the final firewall. 81%... 92%... Moreau’s voice snapped. “What are you doing?” Ayesha smirked. “Taking your empire.” She slammed the final command. Project Titan – Ownership Transferred. Elias Moreau – Access Revoked. A moment of silence. Then—Moreau screamed. “NO!” The system shut down. Titan was gone. Moreau’s empire? Destroyed.

The silver ash erupted. From the shadows of the obsidian statues, the Real Shadow Alpha began to manifest. He didn't use beetles or smoke this time. He used the ash itself. A hundred-foot-tall titan of shimmering silver rose from the valley floor, its face a hollow void that pulsed with a gravitational pull so strong it began to drag the warriors off their feet. "THE MOTHER... HAS SPOKEN," the titan roared, the sound vibrating the very marrow of my bones. "Celine, now!" I shouted.

I looked up at Elias, who stood over me with the blazing silver crown on his brow. "The Tide knows we survived the bullet," I said, forcing myself into a seated position, ignoring the protests of the healers. "It knows Aethelgard is a fortress that can fire back into space." "Let them try again," Elias rumbled, his Alpha command terrifyingly absolute. "The Vanguard is fast enough to catch whatever they throw." "They aren't going to throw anything else, Sovereign," I said, looking out toward the eastern horizon, toward the ocean. "The Hive-Mind is a computer made of water. It just calculated that it cannot win a war of pressure against a city that controls gravity."

Professor Damaris also said that every Summoner has a spirit animal who can protect and guide them. The Healing Caste is the sixth caste in the Olympus wherein people like Dr. Foster have the ability to heal and revive someone from death. If not so, others from this caste can create different kinds of potions—good potions to be exact. Professor Damaris didn’t elaborate on it because she said that I’m able to know it soon.

i _____ i am not " and so the fire of warfare were rekindled in all of them, and they all wished the battle began at that moment. ITANFORITI IN THE WEB OF LOVE Though she was in love with the strange god called rain, but she often thought something was wrong with her, but just could not figure it out at that moment, she went around the camp of the god doing everything as normal as possible, she remembered her mission there, but the love she had for the strange god could not make her go a head, on like every other maidens of the god, her beauty was extraordinary, and she was loved more than all, and as time goes on, she was beginning to come to her senses little by little and unknown to the g