Novel & Cerita Huntik Titans

They’re sitting in the cream chairs that circle a coffee table at one end of his office, and they both raise a hand as I approach and take one of the chairs next to them. Titus—as his nickname suggests—is a big guy, an inch or two taller than Huxley and Mack, and with shoulders that reflect the fact that he played Lock for his university rugby team. He was even considered for the Blues—Auckland’s Rugby Union team—but decided to focus on his work rather than take up the chance to become a sportsman, although he still plays at a casual level.

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.

I could feel his heavy protective energy reaching out to me even without him touching my skin. By the time the sun went down behind the white hills, we arrived at the Titans Den. This was the home arena of the Ironclaw Titans. The stadium was older than ours, built from heavy gray stone and dark steel. It was freezing inside the locker room. The air smelled of old sweat, leather grease, and sharp medicine oil. The mood was completely different from our home ice. Here, we were not the heroes. We were the targets. Every person in this city wanted to see us crash and burn.

I warned. Hawk, to my delight, was the first to leave. “I’m done.” He was a massive coke addict, and I knew he would struggle to get coke as readily as he had done before. “Fair enough.” I told him, unable to keep the smirk off my face. The bastard knew I hated him for what he did. He probably knew if he stuck around, I would make him suffer anyway. “Anyone else?” The rest shook their heads. “Ok. We will take a vote in one week from today to decide who will be the new President of the Titan King’s. Dismissed.”

There was only one team in the league with that kind of money and influence. The Boston Titans.

“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.

“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.