Crius The Titan Novels & Stories

The company was accused of plagiarism and infringement. Dana was not planning to stay idle throughout her stay in California so she decided to research about the CRUZ company. It was created by the Cruz couple and when Manuel died, Henry took over as the CEO. Dana had to confess that she had been hearing of the CRUZ company in the past years during her stay in Italy. Their works were distributed worldwide and sold in many different countries. Their designs were superb and so were the paintings which were made by their first son.

Bay defused before it became an argument. "I want him out of my way. He is obstructing me and the princess. I know she loves me, she is only cajoled by that Tideian's grandeur. I want him dead, Roan, why is it taking so long to accomplish this aim? He's on his way to two thousand years old and we still haven't been able to kill him, why?" Titan was nearly in tears. It seems all his plan has failed or would fail even before they're put in motion. At the end of the day, that tricky Tideian would escape alive.

1st muttered in pain. Cronos, the Titan God of Time and the one who was once Olympus’ King when the era of titans was all that the world knew. He was a being made entirely of forces that opposed the order of this world, and his power – that gross power that could conquer an entire universe – was a gift from Chaos!

my double-layered voice screamed, echoing through the hull, shattering the remaining bronze lanterns. The titan actually paused. His boots skidded an inch across the deck. He turned his massive torso toward me, his yellow eyes narrowing as the silver magic singed his rusted armor, sending thick black smoke curling into the air. "A female of the West..." the titan rasped, a sickening, dark amusement lacing his gravelly tone. "You have the voice... but you do not have the Crown's soul." He reached up, grabbing my magic whip with his bare, clawed hand. With a single casual yank, he pulled me toward him.

As of the time Viktor and the man arrived, the medicine applied on my head had yet to circulate. So, it took a little while for my brain to become fully active again. Slowly, I returned my gaze from the man to Viktor. “No, I haven't met him before” “Are you sure about that?” He said. I nodded. “ I'm sure”. “Titan is my name,” he introduced. “Titan?” I asked. “ Have we met before?” “I'm Alpha Titan,” he said. An Alpha? I was right about him. He looks royal from his appearance.

[Thalan] Just like it is the duty of my subjects to serve my will, it is my duty to serve the Grand Elder in all things. She and her siblings, resting in their unnatural sleep, are the oldest of us. The Titans, named after the old human mythology about the creatures who created the cosmos, are our creators. They are the dragons responsible for founding the courts and growing the seeds of our civilization. But my heart and mind are at war as I watch Nilla gleefully awaken the other Grand Elders.

At that exact moment, the doors to the sanctum were thrown open. Aresios and the Elder Titan Oceanus stood in the doorway, their faces grim. Several lower-ranking gods followed close behind. "What happened here?!" the Elder Titan Oceanus demanded, his voice sharp. The divine pressure of an ancient ocean washed over me, nearly suffocating me. Cassia threw herself into Aresios's arms, weeping. "Aresios! My divine soul... quick, look at our daughter! I just saw Elara chanting those vile mortal curses at our child..."

Through the translucent obsidian walls of the inverted spire, deep within the hollow core where the massive iron chains converged, something was moving. It wasn't machinery. It wasn't brass. It was a vast, undulating mass of pale, calcified bone and ancient, dormant flesh—a monstrous, forgotten titan from the age before the Great Divide, its massive chest rising and falling in a slow, agonizing breath that had been fed for three centuries by the blood of the north. The Council hadn't been draining our people to power a war machine. They had been keeping the titan asleep. And now, with the blood-siphon broken and our sovereign fire flooding the ancient matrix, the titan's eyes—massive, multi-

Kriss siad, features becoming austere while telling them about Zadicus’ origin which is enough to tremble everyone, "Zadicus is the son of the greatest scholar of all time, the master of knowledge and magic. Sir Zuka Tademono."

“Then what is it?” Lyra exhaled slowly. “It’s the prison’s final defense system.” Outside, the colossal mechanical titan stepped forward. Its massive body moved with terrifying precision. Not like a beast. Like a soldier. The first creature roared angrily and charged toward it. The titan raised one arm. A beam of pure white energy fired instantly. The attack slammed into the creature and blasted it across the desert like a rag doll. Adrian’s jaw dropped. “…Okay.” Lyra stared in awe.