Huntik Titans Novels & Stories

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!

he murmurs, voice lower now, not teasing but edged with something almost sincere, “you know you shake this place up, right? Doesn’t matter who you end up with, Ghost or no one, you’ve already left your mark. Every guy here sees it.” My pulse flickers at the shift in his tone, but I hold steady. He waits for me to speak, but I don’t. I just meet his gaze, even, and unblinking. “You ever get tired of him brooding and pushing you away,” Titan adds after a beat, his grin returning as if the serious moment never happened, “you know where to find me. Front row, popcorn in hand, ready to worship.” “I’ll consider it,” I say, and I don’t move.

"No board battles. If you get pinned, you drop the puck. Do you hear me, Lucian?" "I hear you," I replied, keeping my eyes fixed on the center circle. "I am not taking the hits. I am going to skate through them." The Titans were on the ice, their black jerseys moving like a wave across the red center line. They were a physical team built for attrition. Our coach had drawn up the lines an hour ago in the dressing room. He wanted our top line to crush their defense early. He did not know about the medical testers waiting at the hotel or the tiny life-changing my anatomy.

“I couldn’t come to you directly. If anyone saw me talking to you…” “To who?” Mila asked. He met her eyes. “How much do you know?” She told him what she had pieced together. Webber exhaled. “His name is Daniel Foss. Vice President of Team Operations.” He kept his voice low. “He’s tied to an investment group. If the Titans miss the playoffs, they get controlling interest in a subsidiary at a discount. It’s been in place for two years.” “And I was a problem,” Mila said.

titanium. A screen in the center of the bay flickered to life, showing a "Recursive" loop of Ethan’s own "Furious Youth." It was the "Subway Ghost" training sessions, the "Fake Dates" with Aria, and the "Social Influence" rise of the Hawke empire.

The Dalton band struck up something loud and brassy and impossible to ignore. I gripped my pen. Puck drop. Hockey, unlike desire, rewards discipline immediately. For the first five minutes I found my footing by clinging to structure. Line changes. Zone entries. Forecheck pressure. The Vancouver Titans’ first line looked faster than the Boston College Eagles’ right from the opening shift, and I made myself note it cleanly, clinically. Titans controlling neutral ice early Hartley line driving possession Eagles slow on retrieval Then Chase picked off a pass at the blue line, cut inside one defender, dropped a shoulder, and created a scoring chance out of absolutely nothing.

Even Titus is actually more valuable than the majority of humans who walk the earth. The reason is determination, hardiness, and fighting power that never fades. In fact, every day that determination is getting hotter and hotter. Titus is the head of the family, educator, entrepreneur, bird hobbyist, and football at the same time. "If thirty years ago my mother didn't force me to go to school, maybe I'm just an ordinary masseur now," said Titus. While in the clouds in December, the latitude of cubes greeted the earth again. The light is bright, even brighter than it was 30 years ago. “Wow,” said LGBT Gang, “that’s a great story.”

"Unforeseen circumstances, understandable, Titan is a very humane company, and won't fire you because of this little thing, but next time remember to follow the rules." "The boss didn't say anything?" "You mean President Adams? He's so formal every minute of the day, how would he have time to pay attention to this little matter? Don't worry about it, come to work tomorrow at ease." "Okay, okay, thank you, thank you!" Hanging up the phone, Jenna was overjoyed and hurriedly messaged Slave! "Just now Titan's security manager called me and asked me to come to work tomorrow, hahaha, great, I don't have to be unemployed!"

“Are you certain?” “Yes, I saw him…it in Elina’s head.” “That son of a bitch.I should have known it was him, fuck!” He slams his fist into the desk, which sends the papers on it flying. “Crus!!!” “Yes, leader.” “Get the hunters prepared to get Titus.” “You know where he is?!” “Leader, we lost track of him a couple of hours ago. It’s as if he vanished into thin air. The entire woods his packed lived is now abandoned.”

Everyone present at the scene was looking at Lucas with their jaws wide open. Despite thinking hard, they could not understand how Lucas could say such a thing. 'Who the hell is Titus?' The young master of the number one fighters' family of White Cloud Base City. He’s also the number one genius of White Cloud Base City. On the other hand, he was being regarded as a nobody? They had met lots of arrogant people before, but they had never heard of anyone as arrogant as Lucas.