Warlord Titan Artwork Novels & Stories

he cried and coughed up more blood. The sheer magnitude of the shock was too much for him to bear. He could not believe it. How could Dustin possess something like that? The Dragon Warlord Totem could only be summoned by the Dragon Warlord Token. The Dragon Warlord Token itself belonged solely to the Dragon Warlord. He had achieved unparalleled military achievement in Lovellia and was considered the nation’s legendary guardian. The Dragon Warlord Token could rally a million troops! Even the ten thousand soldiers he had deployed from the Western Forces fell under its jurisdiction.

Its massive weapon arm rotated forward as energy gathered into a blazing white core. Without hesitation, the titan fired. A beam brighter than the sun ripped across the battlefield and slammed directly into the creature’s chest. The explosion lit up the entire desert. Shockwaves blasted across the landscape. The prison tower shook violently. Adrian shielded his face from the light. “Did it...” The light faded. The beam had carved a deep glowing scar across the creature’s armor. But the titan still stood. Unmoved. Its violet eyes slowly looked down at the damage. Then it lifted one enormous clawed hand.

Maximum duration is 20 seconds based on the user's current chakra reservoir depth. »»»» Creed chewed his tongue in ecstasy after discovering three new artifacts in his mind palace. A Soul-Radix, an extension, and armor are all accessible. He struggled not to leap on his bed in excitement. Titania's Corslet would now be an armor he could wield as Creed. Aside from that, he had two more mysterious and intriguing artifacts : Titania's Will of Blood, Titania's Memoir of Treachery. One was Soul-Radix and the other one was an extension type of armas.

"Don't look so scared babe. The worse he'll make you do is fuck him. It might be pleasurable depending on-" Losing all his sense of his cool, war let go his mate and his cool demeanour flew out the window and into Trent's face. The blow to his packmate forced the large in height and width man to stumblya few feet backward. A sickening crack sounded. Trent groaned before his hands went to his face, letting loose a slew of curse words. His fullname was Warren; but that didn't suit him much. War was his name and he felt the surge of the power from the name flow through him as he stalked over to Trent.

Hayden paused, waiting for Leech to respond. Leech indicated for Sprout to continue with a flourish of his hand. Sprout glared at the werewolf, sighed and then began to speak. “The Second Fire Weapon is the Crimson Axe,” announced Sprout. “It is to be wielded by Titan.” “The Crimson Axe sounds much more exciting than the Vermillion Sword!” Roared Titan, teasing his new Alpha. Hayden rolled his eyes at his Beta’s jibe and Titan wrapped his arm around the Prince’s shoulder as he burst into laughter at his own joke.

"Don't worry, Mr. President is too high and mighty to care about a second-hand product like you." "Nuts!" Jenna didn't want to pay attention to a villain like him, "Get out!" " Just tired of being played by Elon Mars, don't pretend to be noble." Paul unbuttoned his shirt as he glared at her! "It's impossible to cling to Mr. Adams, Why don't you follow me, I'm a senior executive of Titan with a salary of millions per year, you're lucky that I can fall in favor with you!"

October 15th, 2045 Golden light bathed the Citadel Plaza. Tunde stepped out of the sleek black limo, welcomed by a graceful burst of camera flashes and warm orchestral music rising from a live quartet nearby. The plaza sparkled with white marble tiles, water fountains, and floating light drones capturing every moment in soft focus. He was dressed in an elegant white agbada embroidered with fine gold thread, a custom piece from the Citadel’s top designer. His smile was calm, collected, but unmistakably proud. This was not arrogance—it was earned triumph.

Movement itself became a struggle, the atmosphere thickening into a gel that sought to entomb us in our own fear. Around us, the chaos of the swarm stopped instantly. The hundreds of faceless void minions—the scouts and soldiers that had been clawing at our borders—suddenly halted their advance. In a chilling, synchronized motion, they lowered their featureless heads and bowed low, their forms trembling in the presence of their master. This was no mere spirit or accidental leak from the third realm; this was their supreme commander, the architect of the emptiness. The Warlord did not acknowledge them. It simply loomed, its presence a gravitational pull that sucked the color and soul from eve

What could I have done that would raise such doubt? "What is your problem with me?" Adrian warned me that the werewolves would be rough with me, but even he believed that I'd receive a warm welcome, not this chilly, humiliating reception. Tyler trembles with intensity, and I prepare myself. At his age, he should be able to restrain his wolf and not transform based on petty factors, but some never gain that control. Yet, his voice remains calm and serene. "A lot of girls attempted to trick us, trying to pass as the missing Warrior for the money, the title."

My best friend Allen, Delta Heir, is already branching out into the Healing and Magic arts and its application to technology. My goal as a pack member is to become a warrior. Because I grew up chubby, that doesn't apply to me but guess what? As I said, I always carried a mean right hook with me. My weight just adds power to it. And with all the training I had received since joining the Gamma Warrior program, I could keep my shapely body and build strength and stamina.