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"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.

Every time I knew she was about to break the promise she made to her mother, Tanya, her whole face would draw around the word and her knees would give. I could feel her heart cracking in her chest even then. The way that it would clog her throat so she couldn’t breathe. Know that she couldn’t even see, because of how badly the tears she wanted to cry would burn her eyes. She promised to live. To have her best and happiest life, celebrating rather than grieving. Something all Stryx were taught, and that never made sense. The Titans were the reason that the Stryx existed. Well, defending the Sila against the Titans at least. Yenna’s people were the only ones strong enough to stop them, but eve

Titan threw himself between the advancing wolf and my dad. “No!” I scream! Knowing something horrific had happened, I felt it deep in my soul. The sickening sound of flesh ripping and bones snapping reached my ears. Then the awful sound of Titan crying out. It was then the rest of my father’s men joined the fray. There was no need for any of this. We had it covered by ourselves. It was too late, though. Blood had been shed intent for killing, not just wounding. There was nothing for it now. For Titan's sake, we had to finish things as quickly as possible.

A stunned silence fell over the summit as everyone processed this shocking news; they wondered where Matthias' forces came from. "How dare he! Matthias, you're dead!" Frederick roared, his face flushed with rage and killing intent. Those 5000 Crimson Titans were all he had left, and he had planned to use them as a foundation to reclaim power in the warzone. Yet, in just a few days, Matthias had decimated a tenth of his forces. "Crimson Titans, assemble! Draco, Gorgon—get out here now!" Frederick bellowed furiously. Suddenly, a thunderous roar shook the mountain. "Lord Frederick, we stand ready to kill the enemy!"

“ What happens? “ I ask. When Quinton told me everything, saying I was shocked was an understatement. All I could think at that moment was how Tiffanye was feeling right now? I could not relate to her pain. I see Tiffanye as a friend, no one should have to experience years of pain from someone who she thought was her father. Shame on that bastard, he better be glad I was not there cause I would have beaten him till I got tired. Now I understand why she never stays in the pack, Tiffanye is a strong woman to overcome all of that and has not shown any weakness or become broken. The sound of a knock on the door brought me out of my thoughts and soon came in the warriors. They stood there, bowing

The war and death goddess did not care how many worlds she would have to vanquish in order to have them all. “There have been several accounts told across different universes based on these battles. Each account bearing its own story that is either falsified or ends up being jotted down in history and mythological books, all narrating a tale known as The Titanomachy — a battle of the gods against the Titans, hence the name. In this Titanomachy, the tale claims that the gods are victorious over these rebellious sentient beings identified as the Titans but all that takes a turn in this story. In this universe which appears to have told the story far more correctly than in any other universe of

He tried to scowl, tried to summon that familiar Mercer arrogance, but the reality of the situation came crashing down on him with the weight of a mountain. It was over. Mercer Holdings, the source of his power, the reason he felt he could look down on the world, was gone. And with it, so was he. Only minutes ago, he had been the king of the ballroom, holding a phone full of "evidence" to ruin a man. Now, the screen of that same phone was lighting up with news alerts of his family’s total annihilation. Tristan’s face wasn't just pale; it was a sickly gray. His eyes were bloodshot, filled with tears of pure, uncontrolled terror. He looked at the phone on the ground, then slowly lifted his gaz

I collapsed on the floor, bleeding heavily from the grapple wound in my thigh. My comms crackled. "Warden!" It was Jace. "We saw the fall! Are you secure?" "I'm alive," I grunted, tying a tourniquet around my leg. "But the thing is climbing the wall. It's coming to finish the job." "We're launching the interceptors," Jace said. "We'll blow it off the wall." "No," I said. "It eats kinetic energy. Missiles will just charge its battery." "Then what do we do?" "We trap it," I said. I looked at the layout of the 10th floor. It was the hydroponics level. Water tanks. Grow lights. "Jace," I said. "Prepare the Deep Elevator." "Sir?" "This thing wants to kill a Sinclair," I said, reloading my railgu

"Hey boys, I'm coming your way!" A shadow passed over my head and a second later the Exodus touched down, weapons booming, pursued through the air by the only two Titans still brave enough to give chase. Each one was so laser-focused on landing the killing blow on the red kettle of death that neither noticed my autocannons, primed and ready, or Martin's loaded heavy shotguns. By the time either Titan had a chance to react one of them was blown to scrap, crippled by the blasts. The second leapt high into the air, hoping to avoid its fate.

He takes my hand and everyone watches as he is forced to get down on one knee and kiss the hand of the woman he failed to kill. He mumbles my name, Dawn, and I will be the one to rule this court, not him. How could he rule a court if he cannot kill one woman? I have won, and tomorrow will be the promising ceremony, the first step to claiming my land that he stands upon and it will be the land he dies upon.