Black Titans Novels & Stories

The support for titans. Upon appearing with his omnipresent, watchful assistant, the air fell silent in respectful stillness. He stood there, devastating in an impeccable black suit cut imposingly enough to cut glass. His raven-black locks swept back, breathing the image of merciless magnetism. His unrelenting, black-onyx eyes locked onto hers as though measuring her value down to whole numbers. No affection. No pretence. Simply an unspoken agreement sealed in two words and a stolen future. She whispered, "I do."

The adults exchanged a series of horrified, amused, and utterly panicked glances. ****🤦‍♂️🤷‍♀️ END 🤷‍♂️🤦‍♀️**** May 31, 2021

I went back home after the little chitchat I had with Ace. Why is he so unpredictable? I don't know what he was thinking. He seems to be a two face kind of man but I can't say. Those hardened expressions of his scare me a lot. It reminds me not to ever be on his black book. I wouldn't want to be on his black book by the way

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."

—he pointed his finger at me—"this thing, the mere blood slave of yours! Even the sweetest pussy isn't worth the lives of my warriors, and there will be many deaths if we oppose the Vampire King!" The scarred man followed suit, rising violently from his seat and yelling, "The Black Moon Pack's warriors won't risk their lives for a human bitch, no matter how good her blood smells!" A split second later, the dark mist swished from the desk toward Alpha Titus and the man with scars, the darkness swallowing them. Before I could realize what was happening or even gasp, a shriek sliced the air. After another two heartbeats, the darkness faded, revealing Ash standing in front of Alpha Titus, who wa

It was so large she had to break it into tiny pieces. "This is the land of Ashmeer. The domain of the Titans." "Titans?" "Yes. You haven't heard of us?" Snow White shook her head, trembling even more as Vanguard reached out with a massive hand to tuck the blanket around her. "Do Titans... eat humans?" "Some do. Some hunt humans for sport. But we don't eat people." "Then..." Snow White was confused. She never imagined she’d flee into such a terrifying realm. Yet, Vanguard seemed kind and gentle. She reached out and grasped his hand in gratitude.

Dad grabbed the nurse, throwing her out of the room alongside himself. "Well-done, Emily, you have accomplished your mission." A sinister scent emerged, a wicked laugh echoing across the room. The once blue sky was now a mixture of black and white with the moon reflecting its radiant image. Wails filled the air as a ray of light fell from the sky, hitting a mountain on the other side of town. I groaned, wincing as my hand was scorched by the flaming book. The pages settled, words in red appearing on the pages. "Strigoi, Nosferatu, Jiangshi…"

Our forces assembled—three hundred against a thousand, students against soldiers, hope against horror. "Aria." Professor Blackwood approached. Not the twisted version we'd fought, but his sister, the ethics teacher who'd tried to protect students from the worst experiments. "There's something you need to know. The titans—they're not just powered by Moonsinger blood. They're made from Moonsinger bones." "What?" "The Shadow Council has been grave robbing for decades. They ground the bones into the armor, creating a matrix that can channel massive amounts of power. But it requires a living Moonsinger to activate fully."

It wrapped around the Titan’s arm like a python. The Titan froze. "System failure," the voice crackled. "Bio-readings dropping. Critical... critical..." The Titan started to scream. It was a horrible, wet sound that echoed inside the helmet. The purple mist seeped through the joints of the armor. It ignored the steel. It went straight for the flesh inside. I watched in horror as the Titan’s struggles grew frantic. He tried to shake the boy off, but my son held on with supernatural strength. The mist pulsed. Throb. Throb.

Maxwell said, his voice carrying the quiet, absolute authority of a man who owned the room, "they are welcome to run the card.” Tristan stared at the black card sitting on the table. His mind scrambled. For a split second, genuine shock hit him. It was common knowledge in Tristan's circle what a black card actually meant. It wasn't just a normal credit card. It was a ghost. Invite-only, zero spending limit, reserved for the kind of wealth that moved markets, not just bought sports cars. Only billionaires carried them. But then, logic clawed its way back into Tristan's panicked mind.