Dark Titans Novels & Stories

The Darkling is almost lifeless from the episode just now, giving out a wheezing sound as it croaks weakly, “...they promised if we find the Omega, we will be set free. The Guardian has grown weak...you now pat the head of your enemy….” Its pitiful life shrivels as no more speech ensues from it. As its body begins to shrink in, alarm takes over my being. Ashton makes the move before me, “They were sent to implant themselves!” I grit my teeth when Ashton lit it up in his trademark orange flames that burn it instantly into a gooey black residue. ‘A black residue? Shit!’ Darklings don’t have hearts and they don’t die after we eliminate them. They simply return to hell and reincarnate and dwell

With every bit of strength he had left in him, he kept saying the spell, even though his voice was getting weaker with each word he spoke. "Dekekrankem delenfoouud." "Please," he cried out, his sight becoming fuzzy. "Please, just let her be safe." Everything around him started to spin like a dizzying ride, and he felt his consciousness beginning to break apart. But he fought to stay focused, determined not to let go until he knew his baby daughter was out of danger. Finally, with one last push, he whispered the final part of the incantation. In a bright flash of light, the baby vanished, leaving Draven all alone in the temple. He fell to the floor, his body shaking as blood continued to flow

Raising an eyebrow, he stared curiously at Katia. Katia continued into the room acting oblivious to her uncle’s curious stare. She started showing him the different books in her library. “Look Uncle, I have books about each titan, god, demigod, angel, and mystical creatures.” Moving along the shelves she showed him the section with the human stories and fairytales. The next section was her favorite. She excitedly told Cronos, “I even have all the books written about us and other supernatural creatures by humans. Next, I am going to add a movie theater room. One like the packhouse had and all the supernatural movies made by humans and supernatural’s alike.” Katia was beaming at him with this

"The Leviathan's core is pure abyssal water and compressed pressure. My Northern Frost-fire can freeze its aquatic conduits, but we need your void shadow to sever its connection to the trench vents." Dominic lowered his face, pressing his lips hard against her collarbone, inhaling her sweet scent of pine and frost-fire before turning his gaze back to his army. "The Empress and I will handle the titan," Dominic thundered across the hall, his dark shadow wings expanding in an intimidating sixty-foot arc. "Valerie! Secure the Citadel! The rest of you—maintain the perimeter!" With a single, unified roar of fealty, the Fifty Alphas dropped to one knee, raising their fists to their chests as the r

The sight of Kaelen—the "Genesis-Titan"—consuming the "Emotional Equity" of the Elite Viewers was a vision of cosmic justice turned into horror. The black, light-drinking shadow expanding from the boy’s eyes acted like a terminal vacuum, pulling the "Synthetic Divinity" out of the humans and the "Logic" out of the Pale King. It was a "Blood Debt" being collected across the fourth dimension, a total audit of every heart that had ever viewed the North as an exhibition.

"Move!" Dax roared, shoving my father toward the stolen SUV. "The ceiling is coming down!" But the loading dock wasn't empty anymore. Standing between us and the exit was a nightmare of chrome and hydraulics. A Titan-Sentinel. It was twelve feet tall, a bipedal tank with a rotary cannon for an arm. In the original timeline, this thing had killed three of our best riders. It had taken us six chapters to figure out how to scratch its paint.

Silence follows between them, conveying the silent message. Titan stares into the darkness beyond the glass while Varkhul’s voice slides through his mind. ‘You were right. We need to keep her as far from that thing as possible.’ He reluctantly agrees. “I’m aware.” His wolf sounds almost pleased. “I’m always right.” Titan ignores him. “If that is all,” Dalton begins. “Wait.” Titan finally turns. Moonlight spills across his sharp features, capturing the cruel beauty sculpted into his face. Striking in the same way blades were fetching.

Blake's sobs soon followed at the sight of nothingness, darkness and that one hole on the ceiling. "L-luca, p-please. Get me o-out of here, p-please." Sobbed Blake in despair, his lips quivering in fear. The shivers didn't stop to crawl on his skin, as the thought of not getting out there forever started to eat his soul. He crawled backwards until a cold wall hit his back, as the sound of chains echoed around the dark room.

Black as the darkest night hair against a crisp linen pillow, brown skin against a blindingly white sheet, and tiger’s eyes burning with deliberate cruelty and triumph into hers. In horrified rejection of the imagery that had sprung into her mind, Lara Anderson shuddered violently, dimly aware that she was still in the grip of severe shock. Abruptly, she was dredged from her turmoil by the insistent shrill of the telephone in the hall. Reluctantly she answered the summons, carefully shutting the lounge door behind her so that her father was not disturbed.

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-