Black Titans Novels & Stories

"We just want to be prepared. Know what we're in for." He sighs and runs a hand through his short dark hair. Then he seems to pull himself together and nods his head. " Well, first off, he's a legend for a reason. The worst of the worst. All he cares about is blood." "Blood?" I ask, confused. He nods. "All Thantos cares about is blood. His pack is solely made up of pureblooded, born, wolves." "Wait, I thought he took in all the wolves that bowed down to him twenty years ago. That must've included made wolves."

the king demanded, his voice trembling. The guard stumbled forward, falling to his knees before the throne. He looked up, his eyes wide with terror. "It was not what we bargained for, sir. She...she..." "She what?" Seraphina yelled, impatiently. Her hand twitched towards the hilt of her sword, itching to draw it. The guard swallowed hard, his throat dry. "She's not human. She's a wolf, sir. A werewolf, your highness, and she...she killed everyone of us. I only managed to escape..."

"It’s time to show Peony what happens when the 'shadows' and the 'grit' finally stand together." The Titan roared to life, its massive engines echoing through the subterranean graveyard of Metro City. The harvest was entering its final, desperate phase, and the "losers" were finally bringing the fight to the enemy’s heart.

Xareth’s voice cracked through the room like lightning splitting a tree. In one swift motion, he seized her by the throat and lifted her clean off the ground. Her legs flailed mid-air, her fingers clawing desperately at his hand. “I warned you,” he growled, low and lethal. “If you dare meddle in my affairs again, or defy my rule, I’ll send you back to the Black Abyss.” The Black Abyss? Even through the pain clouding my thoughts, that phrase echoed in my mind. People say cruel things when they're angry, but that didn’t sound like a metaphor. That sounded like a place.

Why do I still refer to this heartless woman as 'Mum'? Tara came back with the girls and made them stand in line. The youngest was maybe around thirteen or fourteen years old and oldest around seventeen or eighteen. The girls looked terrified. I was so angry at this sight! I knew about the drugs but never heard about them auctioning girls! I tried to remain calm, but it was not easy, and I am sure that Gabriel noticed as he slightly tightened his grip on me with the arm which was around me as I sat on his lap. With a motion of his fingers, he called Alex to him and whispered something into his ear. Alex went over to the girls as if inspecting each one and went back over and whispered into Ga

she said and got down from bed but as she made to rush out of the room, Baron held her back and started dragging her towards the window. “But Kathryn is in danger. We have to go help her.” “You should get out of this place and save yourself,” Baron said and added, “before it is too late.” Bathilda could see how lost he was and she shook her head. “I can never leave my people to die. I am a Blackburn,” she said and got out of his grip. She grabbed Kathryn’s sword from the table and made her way to where the noise was coming from, but she stopped immediately as she was about to take another step and her eyes wandered about the room. There, she could see her people getting slaughtered and their

Huck looks at Titan, with whom he has worked on a few cases. “I know that wolf, he has been outside my house,” Huck answers. “Why?” “You were getting close to learning the secret. I had to make sure you weren’t a supernatural who would hurt my pack. I cleared you” Titan smiles. “But now I see you are threat. That doesn’t make me or Mars happy.” “And what is your plan on that?” Sawyer asks. “Depends on yours,” Titan answers. “Agree to only go after violent rogues who hurt humans and you can leave here in peace and friendship. Continue this quest to kill all werewolves including my pack and my children, neither of you leave here.”

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.