Warden Titan Novels & Stories

She is not afraid of what will happen to her, a true hunter indeed. However, her face seems so familiar. Like I have seen it before, way before, she looks and acts like a hunter. I exited the dungeon as quietly as possible. A gathering with Alarick and some subordinates must come first. Carrying the burden of making Alarick the next Alpha, I am trying to create different excuses to say to the subordinates. Subordinates are old werewolves who served under the last Alpha, Alarick’s father. “Convel,” I am greeted with old werewolves and Alarick, who is now biting his thumb.

The driver clicks to open the door and moves a bit to the sides. Dark red heavy shoes with a sharp point in the front land out of the gate on the ground. A light brown surcoat over a golden and white tunic sways out with a tall and wide man. The golden crown shines brightly on his head. Light brown skin with a darker shade of brown beards is under the green eyes.

Barbara's grandfather's gaze shifted out of the car window beside him, his hand still caressing the top of Linda's head which was now resting on his shoulder. Aryadi is a wolf-shifter from the Black Wolf tribe as well, but he has rarely visited a base like that bunker since his dispute with Elder Magen long ago. Although Elder Magen seemed to have put their problems aside after the young wolf-shifter found Aryadi's body lying unconscious near the headquarters and took care of him.

But they must change at least once every forty-eight hours or the gene in their blood will create havoc in their system. Hmm. She wondered what kind of havoc? "What do you think, Mischief? What would happen to them?" "Mrow." Mischief leaned back and rubbed her head against Jamie's tummy. "My thoughts exactly." "In human form the warrior men are extremely masculine. The hair on their head is thick and luxurious, their body is muscular but lean and they are endowed with a larger-than-normal penis." What? Holy shit! The pulse between her thighs woke up, thudding in her suddenly wet pussy and her nipples tingled as she stared at the drawing. How was it even possible something that large would fi

It was hilarious but adorable at the same time. “Ayla, I’d like you to meet Titan,” I say with a flourish. We had been shifting for a few years, so we could quickly change. One second my naked brother stood before me. The next, he had jumped, and Titan was landing inches away from our mate. Titan wasn’t as tall as Blaze, my wolf. He was massive still, though, standing eight feet tall, his grey fur shone like silver, matching Archer’s hair perfectly. Titan still had the same amazing Amethyst eyes as his human counterpart and radiated strength.

Run! They replied to me at the same time, but their messages were completely different. Who was the villain I could trust? I looked up, wanting to see the comments floating in front of me, but there was nothing. Just when I was hesitating, another scurry of footsteps rang out. Was that Quince? No. No way. Quince was on shift at the second ward. He would not be able to get here so soon after seeing the message. It must be the killer! He must have returned!

Kael roared up at the falling titan— “RUNNING ISN’T AN OPTION. SO COME TAKE ME, YOU BASTARD!” The titan’s voice answered: “I DON’T WANT YOU, WOLF. I WANT THE FUSED GODDESS.” And the world shattered.

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."

Sparks flew along conduits, showering the trio with arcs of electric fire. Luca shouted over the chaos, “Riven! What the hell do we do? That thing—whatever it is—it’s huge!” “I don’t know!” Riven snapped, panic threatening to swallow him. But he forced himself to breathe, to think. “Focus! The Warden—it can fight it. But I need to sync completely. I need… time!” Wolf stepped forward, drawing his weapons. “Then I’ll buy you that time.” He took position at the entrance, scanning for the mechanical titan, which had now gone completely rogue. Its red sensors glowed as it tore down a city block, steam and sparks spraying everywhere.

"It's drawing its power from the fault line beneath the peak. If we can drop an Anchor directly into the primary vent at the base of the mountain, the Deep Node will engage. It will suck the magma back down into the mantle, cutting off the Titan’s fuel supply." "And while we try to drop an anchor into its feet, that thing is going to step on us," Cord pointed out. "Not if it's distracted," a new, booming voice echoed from the rocky ridges behind us. I spun around. Standing on the high ridges of the ashen wasteland, overlooking the melted tracks, was a sea of shifting silver, gray, and black fur. Ten thousand Vanguard wolves. They were massive, breathing heavily, steam rising from their coats