Ark Ice Titan Novels & Stories

Titania “You don't venture into the beast's lair unarmed, Titania,” “You won't hurt me.” Drawing the door shut, I stand still for a few minutes, letting my eyes adjust to the calming darkness. Kristoff stands butt-naked right in front of me, rummaging through the numerous files on his table for something. I take a step forward, just in time to catch him slipping a pill into his mouth — his blue eyes shimmering as he chews slowly.

Pushing back the anxiety rolling off Snow, I lifted Titan's chin and sliced off his scalp before grabbing the pincers. This is awful. Why did you have to kill him? Snow rambled as I cracked open the skull. I felt her sadness, smelled her tears. "I didn't have a choice," I growled aloud, wiping the inky blood and other liquids from Titan's head and locating the black nodule he spoke of. With my fingers, I tried to pull it out, but it wouldn't come. "He's a stubborn arse, even in death." I found a set of pincers on a nearby table and used those to get under it. Taking a careful grip, I rocked back and forth to pry it loose. The nodule came out with a pop, flying into the air. I caught it in my

a deep, gravelly voice rumbled beside him. Jaxson stood shoulder-to-shoulder with him, looking massive and terrifyingly severe in his home black-and-gold Warriors jersey. He was wearing his full armor, his heavy skates laced tight, his dark amber eyes locked onto Marcus across the ice with a raw, territorial hostility that the broadcast crew was frantically trying to keep out of their wide-angle shots.

The introduction went like this. Titan: My name's Titan. Fifteen. 80kg. 5 feet 4 inches. I know I'm fat, so don't dare talk behind my back about it or experience the most excruciating pain you've ever experienced in your entire life. This is not an empty threat, mind you. I'm effin serious. Next!

Every step he took froze the very air, creating a path of jagged crystals that reached toward the Citadel. "Target the joints!" Vane roared. The Exiles unleashed their "Pressure-Cannons." Instead of arrows or magic, they fired bolts of superheated oil infused with powdered silver. When the bolts hit the Tide-Caller’s ice armor, they didn't shatter; they hissed, eating through the frozen shadow like acid. The Tide-Caller let out a sound like a grinding tectonic plate. He raised his trident, and the frozen wave behind him began to shudder. Huge shards of black ice, the size of houses, detached and began to fly toward the Citadel like mortars.

“Stop.” He smirked but backed off a little, though his eyes still danced with mischief. Killian didn’t look at me. He just took a slow sip of his wine, the gesture deliberate and controlled. The tension wrapped tighter around us like invisible chains. Zayn, seemingly unaware of the danger he was courting, turned his attention to the rest of the table, joining a conversation about art acquisitions that was already happening and managing to charm a laugh out of Margaret within thirty seconds. “I actually just acquired a piece from that new installation in Chelsea,” he was saying, his voice warm and engaging. “The artist uses light in the most fascinating way—it changes the entire piece dependi

Sebastian met him halfway, steadying him with an arm around his waist. "The team is celebrating without us," Julian said. "Let them. We have our own celebration to do." Sebastian leaned close and kissed him softly on his lips, right there at center ice, tongues sliding deep as the arena lights continued to fade around them. Julian moaned into his mouth, crutches clattering to the ice as he grabbed Sebastian’s jersey with both hands. Sebastian’s palms slid down Julian’s back, cupping his ass and pulling their hips together so Julian could feel how hard he already was.

Their heads were sensor clusters glowing with a singular red eye. Their right arms ended in rotary cannons. Their left arms were anti-riot shock prods, crackling with enough electricity to jumpstart a city. "Titans!" Ben screamed, his voice muffled by the mask. "We can't fight those! Small arms are useless!" The Titans stepped onto the maintenance rails. They didn't need to walk the bridge; they had magnetic clamps on their boots. They walked heavily along the walls, flanking the team, their cannons spinning up with a sound like tearing canvas.

We drove closer. It was a small mining town. Or it had been. Now it was a ruin. The buildings were smashed. Cars were overturned. And in the center of the town standing in the middle of the road was a figure. It was huge. It was at least eight feet tall. It was covered in metal armor. It held a massive hammer. It turned as we approached. It had no face. Just a smooth steel visor. "What is that?" I whispered. "A Titan," Kaelen said. "Project Titan. The heavy infantry."

The Seven-Star Crystal suddenly rose from my hands. Its five awakened stars pulsed in unison. A beam of light shot toward the Titan. Not as an attack... But as a scan. Aurel's eyes widened. "The crystal is analyzing it." Ancient runes appeared around the Titan. One section on its chest glowed bright silver. "There!" Aurel shouted. "That's its Core of Corruption!" "If we destroy that core..." "The Titan will fall." The problem was obvious. The glowing core lay beneath layers of nearly indestructible crystal armor.