Warlord Titan Artwork Novels & Stories

The same warrior is on the throne, with a very large man beside her, both holding hands. But the figures behind them seemed carved from darkness—demons and strigoi, shadows and bone crows, so powerful—their black crowns with red rubies, the throne of skulls. I paused, staring at the mural. Somehow, every time I saw it, I felt a chill, a sense that it was warning me or trying to tell me something about what was happening here. I wasn't sure why it mattered to me, but the images tugged at something hidden, like a memory I couldn't quite recall.

Alexander He gritted his teeth as he studied the image of his lycan above the marbled mantlepiece. The painting was done by a royal pack member, Paul Cezanne in 1858. The worth of the art was invaluable like the artist himself. No matter how much he tried to relax, it was impossible. His wolf was snarling and roaring in his head, wanting blood on his sharp canines. The blood of the enemy. A fucking necromancer. He will tear him piece by piece by nightfall tomorrow.

Val promised quietly, his voice thick with his own tears. "I could always renounce and live as a hermit in between the Valkyrie wood and your kingdom." Thane offered quietly as Val chuckled softly; both men knew that plan wouldn't bode well. Dorian would still find Thane's actions treasonous and only use it as an excuse to begin a war between both kingdoms. Thane slowly moved from Valerian's arms, fresh tears falling down his face as he purposely put space between them. The only contact now, their hands as they held on still.

Dax glanced at Malfoy coldly and continued, “Listen closely. I am Dax Wimbleton, the Southern Warzone Master.” With that, his followers and aides introduced themselves one after another. “Drogo Azure, also known as the Eastern Azure Dragon of the Four Great War Gods from the Southern Warzone.” “Tiger White, also known as the Western White Tiger of the Four Great War Gods from the Southern Warzone.” “Axia Vermillion, also known as the Southern Vermillion Phoenix of the Four Great War Gods from the Southern Warzone.” “Ronald Black also known as the Northern Black Tortoise of the Four Great War Gods from the Southern Warzone.”

Enveloped in this dazzling glow, he resembled the Sun God, exuding grandeur and strength. "Solar Titan Fist!" This was the fighting technique that came with mastering the Solar Titan Physique. He launched a punch. The Shadowgnaw Overlord couldn't even put up a fight. It was obliterated instantly, and its inner core was sent flying. Gideon reached out and seized it. Now, he held the inner cores of two Shadowgnaw Overlords, which were indeed precious finds.

Lucas collected it and slid it open, an impressed smile tugging at his lips. “Just what I and the king had in mind,” he mumbled, as he stared at the new weapon painting. “His majesty is going to like this when he returns.” It was going to take many months to perfect it, though. Without tearing his gaze from the art, he ordered the young male warrior, “Have the artist paid in full.” “Yes, my Lord.” As the door shut, Lucas decided to access the drawing for a while before finally dropping it. He ordered the maids to prepare a bath for him, and just as he waited, the little wolf slipped into his mind.

Across the rubble-strewn wall, Varrow stepped forward through the mist. The warlord’s armour gleamed like obsidian oil, runes glowing faintly red across its black plates. The crown wrought into his helm was jagged, wrong, a set of barbs curving like broken teeth around his skull. His presence pressed against the air itself; the mist bent away from him, curling back like smoke recoiling from flame. The Guild did not move. The beasts did not move. Even the warlocks below stood still, hands half-raised, waiting.

“You see Demon they are going to destroy you.” “Is that a matter of fact?” Dremis said putting his hand to his chin. “Well then I guess you should know; I am already two steps ahead of your plans. When the others get here, we shall war right?” “No,” Abey said. “I don’t want a war brought to my world.” She said shaking her head. “You have no power here.” “I do.” Dremis laughed. “You see Gabriela and I had some time together remember Abey. Maybe I planted something in her to help with my plan. Although you won’t know if I am lying or not until it’s too late.” He laughed and disappeared.

It was right in the middle of the passage and from where he stood, he could see the entire arena at one glance. The Commander's room had the splendid glance of the entire ground and with just one look through the window, anybody could see what was happening outside. Laurier took one glance at the arena before he proceeded to knock at the door. While he waited for his orders to enter, he noticed a group of soldiers running down the steps with enthusiasm. Their faces were filled with emotions he was too familiar with. There was fear, zest and excitement in them and it was all because of one reason. They were thrilled to put their skills into practice in the war that would start any day from no

Every single eye in the crowded hall shifts straight toward my exposed chest. Inside the supreme Adebayo Dominion, the king’s chosen mate is the biggest reflection of their border territory's total dominance. Even if a wolf is treated like a captured slave in the dark rooms, his outer look before the rival clans must stay totally flawless to show off the warlord's massive power. Earlier, when my hands covered the stitched emblem, the guests all thought my tunic was cheap garbage from a nameless omega rogue. But the tight, beautiful line cuts and the thick, heavy wool already hinted at a very special master weaver.