Blackfire Titans Go Novels & Stories

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…"

I stopped and Sage must not have been watching because he ran straight into me, almost toppling me over. His touch sent flames rippling over my skin. “Son of a Bitch.” Titan growled through gritted teeth. “He’s a fucking Pyromancer...” I snarled back to Titan. Why in the fuck didn’t I feel this before? It was like he was hiding it from me… But when he wasn't paying attention it came out. I acted like I didn’t feel his burning touch but there was no fucking way he was coming back through this portal with us. No fucking way in hell… I realized exactly why the fuck he was down here, and I now knew exactly why he wanted to get out…

"How disgusting. Get rid of them now." In the end, the car pulled into the most expensive neighborhood in the city. The owner of the underground fighting ring where I had spent five years licking shoes bowed in front of Rebecca, smiling. "Don't worry, Miss. Those two old husks have already been thrown into the volcano. Not even ashes are left. I guarantee nothing will be traced back to Mason." I turned and tried to run outside, but Rebecca grabbed me. "They've already been burned to ashes. What else do you want? Are you trying to disgust Mason on purpose?"

Apparently, the experience was like having your soul sucked out of your body. The story of the Black Spirit imprisoned inside Diego Reed went way back before she was even born. The first Black Spirit host in Theronia, known as a Pnevma, was her grandmother, Lady Mord Kross, who could control that unstable Dark Energy. Legend had it that said she had lived years as a happy Pnevma because she was gifted. When her body became weak due to old age, the Black Spirit forced its way out of her and that’s how she passed away. Back then, Mord’s daughter Aaliyah was expecting a baby with the king. The spirit roamed the cities of Theronia for weeks causing destruction until Queen Aaliyah Reed and King

I replied coldly as my eyes began to glow silver. Marcus's eyes narrowed as he took in my glowing silver eyes, his gaze shifting between my brother and me. Recognition dawned on his face as he noticed the matching pendants around our necks. "So, the rumours are true," he said, his voice carrying across the clearing. "The Blackthorne heirs reunited at last. How... inconvenient." "For you, perhaps," I replied, feeling Diamond's power surging through me. "For us, it's destiny." Marcus sneered, raising the dark crystal staff. "Destiny? Is that what you call it? Your brother was meant for greatness, meant to lead our new world order. And you've corrupted him with your goddess nonsense."

He showed her no compassion and that's when the young woman felt that her cause was truly lost. For a moment, the young woman could hardly breathe. No! Not now... she said to herself. Not now... She began to make the hundred steps under the vigilant eye of the man. She was choking... She had more and more difficulty to breathe and in a last look of pity towards the man, she felt herself losing her balance... She closed her eyes and fainted. Before closing her eyes, she had time to see the face of the stranger who had caught her in time... Black hole... ***

A waitress rushes up to Didi and pulls her toward the dance floor. She hesitates but ends up following the other waitress with the encouragement of the bartender. Cazzo. Cazzo. Cazzo. I'm still pushing people, and I hear the bartender on the side yelling to another bartender in formation something like: "It's the girls' fifteen minutes. This is when they get to have their fun, and they come back after." I. WILL. SET. THE. WORLD. ON. FIRE. Didi is dancing with the other waitress, who, no doubt, must also be a whore.

"What?" "Hey, I heard... Kane Mendez is chasing Linda Lee, and he has put in a lot of effort this time, and the backstage of Kane Mendez is the Blackstorm family." Alice clicked her tongue twice, "Blackstorm's family! Ah, what big supporters are those! It would be nice to have them as backers!" "Pfft..." Ashley almost spit out a mouthful of water, she did have a backer. Even if she is not so willing to have this backer, this backer is the strongest in the whole country.

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.

Soon, the three men stood together in silence, smoke curling into the night air as they anxiously waited for news. "Belle is a fighter," Park finally broke the silence after exhaling a stream of smoke. "She's not going to give up now that she has you and Neo." Ethan lowered his gaze and took another drag. "She is," he admitted quietly. "She's always been brave." His voice cracked. "But I'm still scared." He released a shaky breath. The nicotine did nothing to calm him. Fear and doubt continued to claw at his mind, threatening to consume him whole. "Belle is a mother now," Darvid said thoughtfully while flicking ash from his cigarette.