Jean Titan Form Novels & Stories

The New Titan’s Descent (Intermediate Level of Proficiency): Tapping into the power of your ancestry allows you to explore the realms of power – by donning the skin of a Titan! The strength of the Titan depends on the amount of Titanic blood that remains in you. It was said that in the past that Titans like Gaia could easy hold a planet in one hand. This is no myth, but truth. Do you have what it takes, to ever take on such a powerful form?

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?

To Blake’s amazement, there was a lot of information on the Titan race, and he muddled through the information to get what he needed. This race was known as defenders due to their strength and determination in battle. There was a technique for just the occasion. There was also why she had become younger when she absorbed a large amount of Spirit Qi. They were known to be able to control their body structure and manipulate their age. Blake was fascinated by the information about this race and forgot about the time. “Is he alright? Why isn’t he saying anything? Is he asleep?” Blake heard the comments from the many women around him and opened his eyes. He looked at the concerned women around hi

We happily greeted him, trying our best not to hiccup from all the shots we had done. Finally, Jean pulled away from the designs, admiring each one. Adelia's semi-colon butterfly was intricately done, the edges of the wing slightly frayed. Teagan's Medus was large and imposing, as she wanted it on her thigh. Jean kept quiet about the meaning of it but you could see the pity in his eyes when he looked at Teagan.

“For now, just rest until all the drugs are out of your system. We’ll plan our next move then.” Jean seems reluctant but she follows the order. She’s still too tired anyway, with the acid leaving her system, it would take her a whole day to be back at a hundred percent. And I wouldn’t have it any other way. “Goodnight, Dante.” She whispers as she brings the blanket up to her chin, her eyes already closed. “Goodnight, sweetheart.”

Something that didn't belong in a "Real World." A **Titan** stepped out of the shadows. It was thirty feet tall, its body made of rusted iron and pulsing violet tubes. It had the face of a man, but the eyes were giant searchlights. On its chest, a large silver logo was etched into the metal: **AETHEL-GROUP: ASSET RECOVERY**. "Subject 01 and Donor 04," the Titan’s voice boomed, sounding like a thousand speakers blowing out at once. "You have exceeded your 'Independence' quota. Please remain still while your 'Conflict Data' is harvested."

Bay defused before it became an argument. "I want him out of my way. He is obstructing me and the princess. I know she loves me, she is only cajoled by that Tideian's grandeur. I want him dead, Roan, why is it taking so long to accomplish this aim? He's on his way to two thousand years old and we still haven't been able to kill him, why?" Titan was nearly in tears. It seems all his plan has failed or would fail even before they're put in motion. At the end of the day, that tricky Tideian would escape alive.

Grayson replied, “My apologies, but the president’s whereabouts are secret information.” Jean stared at the empty office. “I can probably guess without you telling me. Jay’s not in Grand Asia anymore, is he?” Grayson remained silent. Jean’s expression immediately shifted into something sinister. “Get out of my way, okay, Grayson?” Grayson remained unfazed. Jean raised a fist. “Imagine if I missed and hit you instead.” “You’re welcome to try, Master Jean.” In the blink of an eye, Jean’s fist soared to his target as if he was driven by lightning.

She brushed them away with her palms and smeared her makeup. A frustrated sob broke out of her lips before she could stop it. Finally, Titan was back. He had gotten a new blazer. It was crisp white and perfectly tailored. By the weight of the fabric alone, you could tell how expensive it was. “I can help fix your makeup.” Anna said, already helping her into the blazer. Joan didn't speak. She just nodded. “Joan, take your time.” Titan's voice came through the door, loud and soothing.

I’ve lost a few friends to accidents, loved ones are even harder to cope. He seems like he is starting to recall something but quickly goes back to his story. “Anyway, you know women brought in with powers like yourself are held for The Hunt. Those that have no powers are sold in auctions. They are bought to either work in elite homes or produce heirs for the lower ranked members of society. Jean was bought as a family maid.” “So Jean doesn’t have powers? How is she able to link in and use all the gadgets? Doesn’t most of them actually require powers?”