Dark Titans Novels & Stories

Something that made my Void-touched senses scream warnings. "What is that?" I demanded, staring at the sensor readings that didn't make sense. Dr. Singh's face went white. "It's impossible. They couldn't have. They shouldn't have." "What is it?" Thelma pressed. "A Void Titan. A creature made from compressed nothingness. Concentrated entropy given form and purpose." Dr. Singh pulled up projections. "It erases everything it touches. Absolutely everything. No defense works. Not Existence Anchors. Not magic. Not Theo's intervention. Pure erasure incarnate."

I was probably behaving weirdly and I could see he starting to worry. "Yeah, it's just-- I'm cold. Yeah cold." I lied. It wasn't actually a lie since I suddenly felt chilled to the bones. "Oh, hold on for a moment then, we should set up the camps soon its dark after all and this place keeps getting creepier but no worries okay? I've been in forests even late at night and there are no such things as witches or wizards or vamps." He chuckled. He said that to calm me down but down but all I could feel was more fear at the mention of vampire but laughed with him Anyways, she didn't want start acting like a sissy, that was Sadie's and Adrianna's job.

Below the dais stood six guards; three on either side of the thrones above them; garbed in purple robes, as was the norm for all members of the Coven. The trio stopped just a few feet away from the dais and stood shoulder-to-shoulder to face what this day would bring. Emily—as always—was carefully placed between the two men. Lilith sat on her throne with her bat-like wings wrapped forward toward her arms. Her blond curls were long and draped down her back with an occasional stray tendril bouncing around her shoulders in a deliberately careless style. She wore tight black pants that looked like leather and a white shirt with a ruffled front and flowing sleeves, giving her the appearance of a

But the collapse wasn't complete The blinding light from the reawakened binding glyphs dimmed, revealing a horrifying sight. The rift above, weakened by the entity's rage and the previous ritual's failed attempt to contain it, was collapsing inward. Within the pulsating prison of light, the titan writhed, its form contorted in a silent scream as it was dragged towards the dimensional tear.

Katrina closed her eyes in disbelief and pulled her out. "Don't try to get yourself killed, kiddo... Come with me!" Patricia glared at Rafael. "Why are you so keen on ending my bloodline?... She is the only daughter of my sister" She gritted. Rafael caressed Shadows head. "Would you like human flesh, Shadow?... Fish must be boring... If so then I have some people who are a burden on mother earth..." He smirked. Katrina came back and pulled out the wheelchair of her mother out of his room.

Since the twins had already helped her, there was no need for her to use the information they had given her freely. 'We may be the mafia, Elise. But we'll never hurt, not in the way you're thinking. Not you at least. After a long time, someone has captured our interest and we've no intentions of letting our interest dwindle just like that.' Azael & Reuel. Elise felt her hands run cold at their words. The entire email was filled with cryptic words and she couldn't make out what they were trying to tell her. But she was damn sure that they were hinting at something... something dangerous and dark.

“I don’t even know who I really am, what kind of human being I am, I believe that I am a monster that I really don’t want to be a mistress of!” Delmom was completely confused at the same time. He wanted to know who he really was, but he realized that now was not the time for that and he wanted to save the life of the only man in his life. His father Felix Salvatore! His mother, Aurora, accompanied him to the hospital, but Delmom’s father, injured, had little chance of surviving due to Solomon’s bites. Meanwhile, Brenda saw her father return to human form and was completely covered in blood and she was worried because she knew who her father really was, a man obsessed with power and seeking r

'' Tylor boomed and banged his fists on the wall angrily. My eyes shot up to him. I gasped. His green orbs had disappeared. They were now filled with desolate darkness. His eyes were pitch black, animal-like, deadly. There was no sign of Tylor in those eyes. He was totally gone. '' You disobeyed me! I told you, I told you Sky. I told you not to come out of your fucking room!!'' Tylor fumed. His neck was crawling with darkened veins. It snaked around his arms, his torso and up his face.

Something much older, much colder, and much more hungry. "Dante," I gasped, the "Sync" in my head turning a solid, unchanging black. "We aren't the only ones who were poisoned." By uploading their chaotic obsession into the city's core, did Ivy and Dante just create a beacon for a global network of "Sync" predators—and is their dark HEA about to become a war for the survival of the human soul? (Watch out for Chapter 195) 💬 Add to library | Drop your Comment/ Reviews | Send Gifts

♠️ ETHAN ♠️ The warehouse smelled like rust and damp concrete, old oil, and now, the sharp tang of blood. We’d dragged Brandon to one of Dre’s safe spots on the outskirts of the city—a forgotten industrial shell where screams didn’t echo far. He was tied to a metal chair in the center, wrists raw from the zip ties, head lolling from the punch I’d given him earlier. Dre flipped on the single hanging bulb, casting harsh shadows across Brandon’s face. He stirred, groaning, eyes fluttering open to the nightmare.