Black Titans Novels & Stories

Black The Origin Chapter 23 [It has started! The Schizopren has started an effect.] Outside the Arena, everyone in the coliseum was terrified at the octopus-like creature crawling out of the gate. Everyone was terrified, it was a black creature inside the arena and despite the thick mana wall that's separating them from it. Its presence gives goosebumps to the audience. "This Trial was on a different level." Luther could hear the gossips of immortals watching the scene.

Cupid answered him back. “Why you–––“ Atlas started but Cupid shut him up. “Bingo! Alright, Bacchus, Pegasus, you can go in now.” Cupid said on the intercom. “Now we just have to wait until they kill that Black Dragon.” He said to Atlas. “Do you think they can? I mean, that’s Black Dragon. He killed almost half of our members.” Atlas said sitting up. “I actually don’t know. But boss ordered us to do this.” Cupid answered.

Virgil narrated. “Hmm… it means that the time has come.” The witch professed. “For what?” Virgil was confused. “For the titans to meet.” She replied. “You saw this in a vision? Who are the titans?” “The ones destined to change the world. The ones who will bring werewolves and humans together.” “I thought that Raul was the one? The Moon goddess herself said so.” “Yes, but he can’t act alone. He needs these people to fulfill the prophecy and the time is near.”

:D Thank you for the journey, lovelies! #TheBlackShadowPackSigningOff xoxo, Cassandra M

Titus had been a construction worker, possibly an architect in his former life, which had run out about a hundred years ago from what Asteria knew. She saw him speaking to another wiry Vampire with short, curly black hair. As soon as Titus saw her coming, he turned, removed his hard hat, and held it in his work gloves in front of her. She’d thought it funny that he insisted on such protection when nothing could hurt him anymore but knew firsthand that old habits often die hard, miserable deaths.

She told him how some people believed that a chief priest life depends on the existence of the black pot. A faint click of desperation in his throbbing chest and he was alert. He went back to the shrine, affirming himself that he was doing a holy cause. A cause that would give him a great stand when he starts the crusade. Spanning the width of the entire room, he noticed a multitude of clay pots at the right, circling themselves in an unusual way as if displaying a sign. As he drew closer, he saw a statue that stood in the darkness, close to the black pot. The statue was carved out from dried clay. It was carved in such a way that it had an abnormally long head and large breasts resembling t

New rap music banged and filled the air before a bright spotlight was turned on. When Titania Summer emerged from the right corner, everyone exclaimed and snapped their necks. She jogged to the stage and entered the cage while wearing a magnificent white fighting robe with hoods covering her face. A smirk tugged at her mouth as she removed the hoods, revealing her long black hair in small braids. She appeared tough and hardboiled, with earrings on her brows, nose, and lower lip. Whistles and cusses blended with the loud music, and Titania felt even hotter than her surname. She was known as one of the underground fighters who had never been defeated. There has never been a loss. She would not

Titus scoffed and warned him, “Stop trying to get people to spy on me. If you don’t stop, I’m going to leave Black Corporation, and I’ll use my own ways to destroy the business empire you’ve built over decades of hard work!” “You’re going to destroy it?” Richard’s hands trembled around his cane. He knew that Titus had long since surpassed his expectations, and he was indeed strong enough to destroy Black Corporation, but he would not let Titus do so. “Don’t forget that you’re still part of the Black family! You’re my son! The Black family’s blood flows in your veins! Even if you destroy Black Corporation, that won’t change!”

Their Alpha, a massive beast named Titan, stepped forward on hydraulic hind legs that hissed with every movement. "You carry the scent of the organic," Titan rasped: his voice a distorted, metallic growl that lacked any melodic resonance. "But the organic is weak. The 'Clockwork Necrosis' takes the flesh, but the iron endures." Even as he spoke, Titan’s metallic chest plate buckled, and a thick, black fluid—a mixture of oil and infected blood—leaked from a seam in his shoulder. He collapsed: his hydraulic limbs locking up as the mechanical components began to reject the remaining, dying marrow in a systemic meltdown.

“Titan.” Michael and Ezekiel’s shock was enough to know that she was a rare bloodline. “Impossible. All Titans were destroyed thousands of years ago!” Ezekiel exclaimed. “Believe it or not, it doesn’t change the fact,” Blake said, watching Consuela leave the room. “I’ll smite thee and destroy this creature,” Ezekiel said, raising his golden spear to power up and destroy Consuela. “Are you forgetting me?” Michael asked and came in front of Ezekiel.