Faceless Titan Novels & Stories

responded Natasha, gasping for breath. "Sorry!" Jenna withdrew, giving her room to regain her composure. "Holy shit!" came Marcus as the rest approached her, "you did it!" "Of course she did!" snapped Cassie, "she's Viper!" They were all showering her with praise that none of them noticed one of the Titan's arms move, his claws digging through the dirt. "Look out!" Katie shrieked the moment she saw the Titan rush over to attack Natasha from behind. A sharp sound followed, like something squelching, something wet just as Natasha turned to see Prometheus stare at her with his large flaming eyes and his mouth was hanging open.

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-

Oralie answered, seemingly grinding her teeth together, the terse sentence being growled by her little by little, as if she had once resented repeating it a hundred times or a thousand times, or more: - His name is... Titus William. Selina looked at the face, which was still young, but seemed to have been bitten off the other half of the soul by the darkness, and the ash gray eyes flashed a bit of nostalgia. It seems that she is looking through this face and looking at a distant memory, a past covered with dust and ashes, which has long collapsed to nothing. Selina suddenly sighed softly, but only a soft sigh, perhaps only she could hear. Then, her face returned to normal; a cold face withou

“But what if I can’t do thi?“ I ahe. Been thinking about thei all day. I have been wondering as we’l, what if I can’t do this? Ma Trisha is very sure that I am a primordial werewolf and I am the only one who can defeat the heart eater . Inayev Ben in the same batuem design with tenures TV wage wan she is not some that can be taken for granted . His speed is next to no and his congee’s i have never seen before. There is really a lot about Tia that scares me and I don’t lowlife would be able to get Uber it ajhtime soon. I gulp down saliva and wipe thnk it the sweta on my faces. At this point, I think about my Kinney with Taika and how she tortured me wit wolfbane and silver but with rhaghisbst

It was the Mother’s face, but it was melting, her code corrupted by the ship’s destruction. "IF THE EXPERIMENT CANNOT BE ARCHIVED, IT MUST BE CRUSHED," the Mother’s voice boomed, sounding like the grinding of a million gears. The woman with the spear stood up, her face pale. "The Titans," she whispered. "The Mother is waking the old 'Terraforming-Walkers.' She’s going to flatten the coast." Elara looked at her pack. They didn't have their powers. They didn't have their armor. They only had their raw, human hands.

I paused and stared at the note, my hand shaking as I became filled with anger. Titan was challenging me to a fight even after he had Alana. He was only doing it to rub it on my face. I squeezed the paper into a ball and muttered, "If it's a fight you want, Titan, it is a fight you will get."

“Wait. Did you pay him to beat me up?!” Titan’s voice crackled with laughter. “He didn’take the extra pay. He enjoyed the food as well as smacking you. I was also cheering. For him of course,” Titan revealed. “You fvcker!” Zane angrily exclaimed. Titan rolled his eyes. “Respect royalty. It is ‘Your Highness.’ You should be sent back to school to learn some manners.” “Manners my ass. You paid a secret corp bodyguard to turn me into a punching bag! That too in public.”

We drove closer. It was a small mining town. Or it had been. Now it was a ruin. The buildings were smashed. Cars were overturned. And in the center of the town standing in the middle of the road was a figure. It was huge. It was at least eight feet tall. It was covered in metal armor. It held a massive hammer. It turned as we approached. It had no face. Just a smooth steel visor. "What is that?" I whispered. "A Titan," Kaelen said. "Project Titan. The heavy infantry."

he and Kaede growled, but a powerful blow to his face surprised him and his inner wolf as they peered at their other half. "No shouting in my face, mate!" Titania responded, her arm crossed across her bosom. Thanus's pupils narrowed and his nostrils flared. Only the bold human in front of him dared to express violence in his face and as a result, a simper drew on his lips. "Interesting."

A NEW ERA. Orion’s plan was live. Our public images were connected. If I failed tonight, I didn't just ruin my career; I dragged the billionaire heir down with me. The thought made my sweat turn to ice. It also made me angry. I had to prove I belonged here. I skated toward the center circle for the opening face-off. The Ironclaw Titans were already waiting for us. They were a brutal team, packed with massive, aggressive Alphas who loved to play dirty. Their captain, a set defenseman with a scarred face, looked at me and flashed a cruel smile. He sniffed the air, trying to find a scent. All he got was the suffocating wall of Orion's cedar pheromones guarding my body. The Ironclaw Titans capta