Jean Titan Form Novels & Stories

I give him a small, dismissive wave. He bows slowly then turns to walk away. I look Titania over. Just like her jacket, the black strappy dress that clung to her smaller frame is also made of shiny leather, the hem stopping just at the beginning of her hips. She looks astonishing. I squeeze her shoulder softly in approval and gesture for her to sit. She obeys, her gaze sauntering across the room, taking in the environment. I stare at her, at how she left her hair loose and it drapes thick, dark, and flaxen over her shoulders, and down her back. The beautiful curls frame her pretty green eyes as she watches the dancers keenly. It's a classy club, and only the wealthiest people of the city got

My heartrate sped up as I headed straight for the titans, the guardians of the gates of hell. Before long I was standing facing two towering cyclops. They wore toga style clothing, and they had arm, leg, and back muscles that would intimidate even the strongest of supernatural beings. Blue and purple veins bulged and were easily visible through their paperwhite skin. These things are not nice and if I get caught, I’ll be taught a lesson. Probably even made an example of. Up until this point Drake and I have avoided any type of punishment in this place. If I get caught, my pride may take a good beating. I’m not as powerful as I once was, and Hades may let one of these Titans kick my weak ass.

But it was what came behind them that truly terrified me. Three figures, each standing twenty feet tall, covered in silver armor that seemed to absorb light. They moved with impossible grace for their size, and where their feet touched the ground, the earth withered. "Titan-class hybrids," Chen whispered—she'd been conscripted as our intelligence officer, her knowledge too valuable to waste. "Theoretical only, I thought. The energy required to maintain that size should be impossible." "Unless they're using multiple power sources," I realized. "How many Moonsingers did the Council really kill? How many did they harvest?"

“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.”

Weird for the painter to be so specific. “Maybe he did take a mate.” I shrug. However, I can’t help but stare at the woman. Jean. The only Jean I know of is Jean Sanguinite, an ancestor of mine who lived, coincidentally, at the same time as Lucian. Jean was a strategist and the leader of the Nelo Clan. There is no portrait of her in the clan’s archives. In fact, it seems like someone deliberately wiped out all evidence of her existence. But stories cannot be erased. Jean is considered nothing short of a saint in vampire culture. She swooped in and outsmarted the wolves, securing a favorable outcome for our kind and preventing more blood from being shed. Even the most arrogant of vampires res

“Even if it takes years. Even if I have to crawl through hell to do it.” Zayne stared at her—dark eyes unreadable, jaw tight—and then released his grip on her waist. “Then remember this moment,” he said. “Because it’s the closest you’ve ever come.” He shoved her off him. Aria hit the other side of the massive bed with a grunt and curled herself up, glaring in hate. “Bastard…Bastard…” She kept cursing and clenching her fist. Titan pulled down the white fabric off his feet, standing tall as his shaft sprung up, twitching with thick veins pulsing along it's length.

Jean: [Who is he? Jean: [Taylor, I swear, don't you dare forget the bro code! Bros before hoes!] Jean: [If you don't answer me now, I will frickin' show up at your door, honey! Don't make me do it!] I quickly replied: [It's Soren Kenway! Don't you recognize him?] Jean: [Kenway?! The one who commissioned suits and gowns from you?!] I blushed. Me: [Yes…]

Moments later, a roar falls from my lips as I transform into my massive, dark brown wolf, Janus. DANTE A mile in as Titan sprints towards the pack house, I hear screams. Titan glances over to see a man pounding away at some poor woman. He quickly glances away once we reach them and takes off like a bat out of hell so we aren’t spotted. Technically, I wasn’t supposed to show Titan to anyone. Shifters wouldn’t understand the blue crescent Moon between our eyes.

TITAN HAYES "So you are the AphaTitan a beautiful lady dressed in a white slick gown in a house styled in an 17th century design spoke to me, "I am," I replied, "but who are you good lady?" I asked unable to stop myself from gawking at the beautiful lady with so much passion and desire,

Stupid Titan rushes right into the bathroom with the ipecac leaves on his mouth and rest his head on her lap. “You are back, so fast!” She is more surprised and impressed by Titan’s speed than the fact that I am in my wolf form. Titan’s head on her lap does not seem to bother her at all. In fact she seem more comfortable with Titan than my human form. She takes a few ipecac leaves, chews them and make a cute face before swallowing them. “That should do, thank you, Titan.” Her thin fingers gently stroke the fur behind Titans ears. So good, Titan can’t help but whine and wiggle his tail.