Dark Titans Novels & Stories

Dark mist poured into the valley like a living tide. Thousands of glowing crimson eyes appeared within the darkness. Magnus lifted his axe. "They're coming." The Shadow Legion emerged first. Behind them came towering beasts clad in black armor. Creatures unlike anything I had ever seen. "They're called Night Titans," Orion said. "They were believed to be extinct." Each giant carried a massive chain wrapped around its arms. Their footsteps shook the valley. Then... Everything fell still. A single figure emerged from the fortress. He wore armor darker than midnight. A long crimson cape trailed behind him.

The heavy main door of Caden's mansion clicked shut behind me. The sound didn't offer freedom; it sealed me into a new kind of prison. The bright afternoon sun felt too harsh, mocking the darkness that had just settled deep inside me. I was outside, yes, but no longer my own. The air felt thick, heavy with the weight of the deal. My limbs felt weak, like every bone had turned to water. I had agreed. I had sold myself, not just for money now, but for Caden’s sinister game.

A second titan, larger and darker than the first, began to claw its way out of the earth. The silver King beside me seized. The violet spark in his eyes grew into a blinding flare. He grabbed my wrists, his grip like iron manacles. "Run," he choked out. It was his voice. The gravel. The heat. The man. "Kael?" "It's a trap, Maya," he gasped, the silver on his skin beginning to crack and bleed violet light. "She’s not just building a world. She’s building a hunger." The dark titan below opened its maw, and the sky began to turn black, not with clouds, but with a swarm of drones that looked like a cloud of locusts.

“I think, I have to go.” I turned around to walk away but Raylie grabbed my wrist. “Not so fast.” He whispered. “Are you following me?” ‘You wished!’ “What?” “It’s a hidden place that belongs to the Titans. No one’s allowed to enter here. So, why you were here?” “I told you, I lost my way!” I snapped and took my wrist from him. “Really?” He whispered. His voice sounds seductive that it gives me chills down my spine. “Helmet girl!” I heard a voice from somewhere. It’s Loki or Logan when I turned around. “Why you were here?”

I replied. Hugo leaned forward from his seat and continued the tale saying, "She wasn't trapped, little miss. She chose to stay there. You see, the dimension where all the entities were bound is called Tartarus. It is the deepest section of the underworld which harboured all the darkness and evil of the world; some birthed by Tartarus itself, some children of dark primordial beings such as Khaos, Nyx, and Erebos. Among these children are the triad of death namely Moros, daemon of doom; Ker, bringer of violent death; and Thanatos, spirit of gentle passing. Their presence combined gave birth to a condition of aspiration and desire to live; hence, the existence of Elpis, spirit of hope. Elpis s

The bar lady asked seeing his glass empty. "Please" he said pushing it forward. The reports, once prince, then king Raymondias Vladimir Dracul fell in love with an Omega twin blood named Tala Tamaska, he cleared his throat, its like a dog falling in love with a fruit bat in his eyes, Danté didn't give a damn how strong love is, try screwing a dog whilst your dick is attached to a bat... What does one even call that? Beasteality? Inter species porn? It sickened him.

I spoke up, earning multiple curses from my friends and family. "They're known as Darklings, vampires who do not possess a concrete bloodline from the Original Royal Family. Most of them are turned humans who have been corrupted by blood lust and a lack of the seal that imprints itself on every Vampire turned by one who is of true lineage blood. It seems the Dark Mages have altered them even more, corrupted their minds and enhanced their abilities to make them more dangerous than they usually are....Those foolish children. They shall pay for their error and for trying to alter goddess Hekate's laws."

In response to their resonance, from the center of darkness that he had buried deep within his being, images emerged that he had not called. He saw all kinds of grotesque and horrifying manifestations of death. An old woman with her tongue cut out and blood pouring from her mouth, which she tried to scream when she caught fire on a pyre. Infected necrotic tissue. Erich's cat hissing as he came to life in the supernatural moonlight. Skulls of animals completely stripped of meat by scavengers and dyed yellow by wind and sun. The last precious bubbles of oxygen escaping from the lungs of a drowning man. Viktor's own hands closing around Herwin's slim neck.

Rodin and Varick follow henceforth on their mission even with Varick lacking behind his mentor. A few moments pass before Rodin reaches the end of the metal breadcrumbs and enters a campsite. The scene is horrifying; the once teal grass is now red with blood, and body parts, limbs, and chunks of flesh are scattered across the forest grounds. The air pulses like a breathing animal which in return forces the four tents that make up the circumference of the site to wobble in place. The insignia on the dark green tinted shelters are covered in blood but still the black sun ripples with the draft. The fire pit in the middle smolders a black fainted smoke, but on top of the fire is a handful of st