Erza Titania 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."

Apart from Zayn not achieving invincibilis state, even if he did achieve invincibilis state, his current action was no different from seeking doom! Ezra’s sword was forged from a meteorite from outer space and it was frozen in the low temperature of the south pole for two decades. It was extremely hard and it could cut through metal like butter. It was not made from ordinary stainless steel. Ezra waited until Zayn’s right hand was within his encirclement before he sneered and began rotating his wrist in an attempt to cut off Zayn’s finger. He wanted to teach Zayn a lesson!

Then, he tossed it to Thiago. "Take a good look at this thing." Thiago picked up the crest. It was made of pure gold and had the letters "NK" engraved on the front. A flying dragon was carved on the back of the crest. His expression changed instantly. "Is this… the Titania Crest?" "Good. You recognize it," Cain responded icily. "Nino wants me to send you a message. Either submit to him or get annihilated. Make your choice."

my power. Beside me, the titan of Lament-Steel was struggling. Eryx’s movements were jagged, his massive frame twitching in sync with the silver static. The violet-black armor that housed the Goddess’s grief was emitting a high-pitched whine, a sound of metal being stretched past its breaking point. His crimson eyes, usually so focused and predatory, were scanning the mist with a growing, terrifying emptiness.

Why is she giving me the paper bag? “You are Vivienne Alfonso, right?” I nodded, staring at her intently. “Raylie asked me to give it to you.” I was really shocked. “Raylie? You mean Rayliester Zaico?” She smiled. “The one and only. The Titans' leader.” She said, giggling. It was obvious she was thrilled. “Oh… what must it be?” I just can’t help but knotted my forehead as I took the paper bag. Surprised, I saw a pair of girl's uniforms in it. Is it just a coincidence, or he really know I needed one?

"Y-Yes, sir! Immediately! I will handle the registration and the keys myself right now!" But as he picked up the heavy card to slide it across the reader, his eyes caught the engraved emblem emblazoned across the metal. He stopped dead in his tracks, shocked completely out of his mind. “You're... a Sterling?” he asked, his voice dropping to a breathless whisper. “A Sterling? What is Hazel doing with a Sterling?” Tanya muttered under her breath. She looked frantically at her friends, desperately hoping they had the answers, but neither Chloe nor Romeo even heard her question. Their eyes were glued to the desk, locked in absolute, paralyzed shock.

He asked, “What about that guy? Don’t you need to feed him with some fruits?” Tyr replied, “His body is made from Arctic Titanium. He couldn’t digest the fruit even if he ate one.”

Baron Vance believed that precision in the field required precision in transport, and he had curated a fleet of vehicles that were as much weapons as they were works of art. "Let’s start with the heavy hitter," Raf said, pointing to a monstrous, matte-black silhouette at the end of the line. "Inspired by Davina’s stories of the Phoenix Mafia’s legendary transport, we’ve invested in our own: The Titan." "It’s a custom-built Hennessey Mammoth 6x6, but with the Resurgence touch. Level 7 ballistic armor, a self-contained oxygen system, and a deployable drone swarm for aerial reconnaissance. It’s our mobile command center, and it’s virtually indestructible."

“She is a Blackwood, Valencia. They don't just leave legacies; they leave traps.” “‘You’ve only inherited the throne,’” I repeated, glancing at Mia, who was asleep in the adjacent seat. “What throne? I destroyed the mountain. I locked the cages. There is no throne left.” “The throne isn't a chair in a mountain, child,” Maria said, finally meeting my gaze. “It’s the Titan system. It’s the billions in untraceable assets. It’s the power to end wars or start them. And right now, it’s pulsing inside your veins.”

The introduction went like this. Titan: My name's Titan. Fifteen. 80kg. 5 feet 4 inches. I know I'm fat, so don't dare talk behind my back about it or experience the most excruciating pain you've ever experienced in your entire life. This is not an empty threat, mind you. I'm effin serious. Next!