Titanomachy Book Novels & Stories

We will find out the story of how Ink met Tina, and how he became the president of The Titan Kings MC. Thank you all for your love and support in this book. I hope you enjoy it, please comment to tell me what you think. RL Dickinson xx

A day or so, had passed since that conversation and Alexis spent most of her time holed up, trying to read through the thick books Emilia had left her. The books were more packed than her college books and shortly after her head would be spinning. Terms like, central mana, epidermal mana, mental mana and emotional mana. After a while she had to read through the same pages multiple times, barely grasping an understanding. One of the books, the one on magical creatures was actually interesting. It had long chapters that focused on a single creature, it was packed with their abilities, mental capabilities and even hobbies and preferences with dislikes labeled boldly. Warning the readers not to

For good or utter ruin. Behind me, grandfather brooded in his leather chair before the crackling hearth, face etched with hard lines by the dancing flames. Our empire navigated treacherous straits indeed. But still he refused to speak first, ceding the opening move to me in this newest round of appointments and power plays. The game of thrones intensified among Avalon’s mighty. I turned to face the leaping shadows and swirling amber of my glass. “The Titans mean to test my mettle for themselves through an ordeal by crucible. Success earns their blessing. Failure...”

Spending one more time in that place would have made Titan take over and rip them into pieces. Titan howls in my head at the betrayal of it all. He does not use words. It is a pure, keening sound of agony, the sound of a wolf who has hurt its mate. He had mourned the absence of our mate for weeks, had mourned our broken bond, but nothing had broken him more than knowing that his instinct had always been right. He had never liked Roxy, not once. Titan had played a crucial role in ensuring that Roxy and I never got intimate during my marriage to Rhea. I admit there were times I almost crossed those lines, but Titan would howl, growl, and gnash so fiercely that I would get so frustrated and ret

"We ran the plates. The vehicle is registered to a Maxwell. That's him, alright." At this moment, Matthew's face twisted with a mixture of rage and jealousy that made him look absolutely pathetic! He had always got an ego boost and found happiness in knowing that Maxwell was poorer than him. And deep down, in a place he would never admit existed, Matthew knew the truth: he'd always been terrified of Maxwell! Terrified that one day, the stepbrother he'd tormented for years would rise up and surpass him! And now, seeing that McLaren, Matthew's worst nightmare was coming true! The 'worthless trash' was becoming someone important! Someone powerful! Someone who could destroy him!

And yet it was. Across from him, Gluttony stared down at the artifact now resting in his hands. The Book of Rebirth. Its cover shifted constantly between black and white, the colors moving like opposing tides colliding against one another. Faint symbols flickered across the surface, appearing and vanishing as if the book itself was still rewriting its own existence. The energy radiating from it was immense. It was balanced and at the same time unstable. Gluttony swallowed slowly. “I… don’t think this thing likes being touched,” he muttered. Tyrel, standing beside his lover Caius, glanced down at the book nervously. “Then maybe you should stop touching it.”

"Shel, the people's heartthrob, and genius tech giant of our time has gone down in the fight against the strongest and most powerful man of our time in the battle of the end, Tom Salisbury. He has fallen victim to the spontaneous rise of Tom to power who has taken the world by storm and has shown himself to be the most capable and talented man on earth. '' If Tom's eyes could widen further, it did. "Elder, now I believe, I now believe, I won't doubt you anymore" there's no disputing it, the evidence of this book's credibility is overwhelming. It had given him a glimpse into the future, and a beautiful one at that for him, oh my gosh, who doesn't want to become the most powerful man or woman

Her face contorted into a frown as bitter memories of that day flashed through her mind. "He raided a small town in spring mount. He took gammas forcefully into his pack, and he - he killed the betas that lived there.. My mom and dad were beta's. We all belonged in Ma's Pack. His pack was the first to have two gammas making his, one of the strongest. But, when Maximus came, his gamma pack killed nearly everyone. Including Ma. They were too strong for us to handle as betas."

The remnants of divine fury clung to the air, unseen but heavy, pressing down on the weary figures that stood amidst the wreckage. Elior ran a hand over his face, his fingers coming away stained with blood, his or someone else’s, he wasn’t sure. His sword, the weapon that had struck the final blow, felt heavier than ever at his side. The world should have felt lighter, freer, but something was wrong. The victory felt hollow, the silence too deep. Myrra knelt among the shattered remnants of the ancient tome, her fingers tracing the fading ink of the First King’s records. The final words were barely legible now, as though the knowledge itself had begun to wither.

"Earn it, dragon. Blood starts. Shatter Omega first." His laugh ground stones dark, scarred jaw angling claim-kiss—lips demanding velvet, tongue invasion tasting copper-salt sweat. I yielded fraction fire-match, athletic frame arching his lean, hands fisting gi blood-stiff. "Defiance suits," he growled, throat-pull, teeth grazing pulse claim-bite shallow. Obsidian flared volcanic as mahogany thighs parted instinctively, hakama hiking invitation.