Warlord Titan Artwork Novels & Stories

There's a chance it could get deeper than I thought. But I still feel that adrenaline pumping inside me. I've never felt this way before; it's like I finally have something that's truly mine. Not my wolf, not a mate, not pack approval, but mine. Curious about what else I can try out, I browse through my recipe book again, and my gaze lands on another recipe. Titan's Drink Just hearing the name gives me chills. Promises of lasting power and strength that go beyond anything. A drink that warriors used to have before heading into battle.

Every wing is named to identify or differentiate the route. I took a turn and stopped at a large tapestry. This was my first time seeing it. It was a fine art of a Warrior. He held a sword. A long scar ran across his face, and his hair was braided into two long cornrows. I needed no one to tell me who it was. I stared at the way he held his sword, his hand firm against the steel, eyes sharp, and almost scary. His mouth is wide open in a war cry, and his body is fluid in boldness.

CHAPTER 29: THE KING'S PRACTICE. BARAKAR'S POV. Lying in bed, I stared at the ceiling. Whoever it was that made the artistic drawings on the ceiling did quite an amazing and elaborate job. The whole ceiling of my chamber was covered with historical drawings of past wars, depicting the conquest of the werewolf kind over the lands before they were brought under the leadership of the Iron Claw Pack, centuries ago. It never tired me to stare at them whenever I lay in bed.

yelled the man, and everyone’s voice died down. “Greeting’s humans. I am general Dolmi of the Coliaran empire. On this glorious day, I would like to welcome your species back to our realm. As per such a wonderful achievement, you are rewarded with a ticket to the glorious Tournament of Champions. Hosted by the Coliaran empire and is attended by millions of other species. A champion from Earth has two hours to be chosen or volunteer for the great honor of being a contender. We will provide all humans above the age of twelve with a device on which to vote. It will be transported from the ship to your wrists. We look forward to hearing from you. Good day.”

"I see why no one has been able to grasp these runic drawings. It makes me wonder whether whoever drew this was simply an ancient graffiti artist who left a bunch of worthless art on some stupid walls in a stupid wall for stupidity's sake." He sighed deeply and ran his hands through his hair, briefly holding them on the back of his sandy-colored head before lowering them to his side. Catherine sat blankly at her computer, hoping she could do something else. Ben's gaze was now roaming, searching around the old library as if the answer could be found in the old brick walls. His head came to a halt as he stared at a gigantic painting affixed to a column that rose all the way to the ceiling. A L

He looked at the minister who nodded. There will be an interim council and the prince will be coronated after his 17 th birthday. _____________ The war front smelled of blood. They had been fighting for three days and the fight stops at sunset. . Mithraos watched as his head warrior sped through the enemies like a wrathful god. The man was covered in blood, but that was a usual thing. He watched as the sword pierced through a soldier's body. Mithraos swung his sword and resumed his fight.

The Rogue Alpha, the Warlord, Dalhkan King of the Rogue…how the epithets pile up, no one knew his true name, because throughout the entire pack, one name stood above all, we called him…The Butcher. He was also rumored to have possessed dark magic that revealed his enemy’s thoughts. I didn’t want to find out how true that was. We finally set down after hours of travel, after my hours of crying in silence, and I was blown away by the sheer size of the place. It was their campsite, where they stayed and waged war, a site that once belonged to another before them. ‘You are not going to die, Sybil.’ ‘Think about your sister!’ I chided myself when the thought of death and fear and failure shot its

"What do you expect? I'm betrothed to the hottest guy in all of Northern Bloodlands!" Cairh was literally every girl's dream. His body was carved and chiseled from spending hours gyming and training and he had that boyish celebrity looks that made females swoon. Lately, he started growing his hair out, he was starting to look grown and so manly... I shamelessly stare out my window at him for hours... just watching him train in the yard with the other wolves. My heart beat faster just thinking of him and I can't stop a stupid smile from taking over my face.

Looking at the empty space around him, this young man raised his eyebrows and pressed his finger towards the empty space. Countless source auras surged up, quickly forming several paintings, among which endless scenes appeared, it was Tadhg Walter killing the illusory Emperor Grand and Karma Fire Emperor step by step.

The central courtyard was a warzone—stone slick with blood, bodies already fallen, guards clashing with wolves wreathed in blackened magic that smoked where it touched the ground. Shadowborne. They moved wrong. Their forms flickered between wolf and shadow, half-phased, eyes glowing sickly violet as they tore through Arthur’s soldiers with unnatural speed. Arthur stood at the center of it all. A black titan of fur and fury, massive even among wolves, his roar splitting the air as he lunged, claws shredding through shadow-flesh that screamed when it died. Blood streaked his flank—but he didn’t slow. He couldn’t. There were too many.