King Titan Novels & Stories

“You know,” Titan murmurs, his voice unusually quiet, “I waited so long for my mate that I almost convinced myself I never had one.” Maxine blinks. “What? How could that be? From everything you’ve told me—” “I know.” His gaze drifts away from hers. “But ever since I was a child… There were rumours.” A knot formed in Maxine’s stomach. “What kind of rumours?” For several seconds, Titan remains silent. His eyes lowered to the polished wooden desk between them. When he finally speaks, his voice is barely above a whisper. “A prophecy.”

The weight of the crown was a cold, familiar pressure against Kaelen’s brow, but today it felt heavier, more oppressive. He stood before the grand floor-to-ceiling window of his study, his gaze sweeping over the sprawling, snow-dusted forests of his kingdom. From here, he was a god. The Alpha of all Alphas, the Lycan King whose word was law, whose power could level mountains and command armies. Yet, as he stared out at the vast, silent world he ruled, he had never felt more trapped.

I hear a loud thud and a dramatic groan. “Sweet merciful God,” Titan says, and when I finally glance his way, he’s on his damn knees in the middle of the store. One hand clutched to his chest, the other raised like he’s praising the heavens. “She’s gonna be the death of me, Lord. I ain’t sinned this hard since Knox taught me how to hotwire a church van.” “Get up, you lunatic,” I snap, though I’m trying not to laugh. “People are staring.”

Spending one more time in that place would have made Titan take over and rip them into pieces. Titan howls in my head at the betrayal of it all. He does not use words. It is a pure, keening sound of agony, the sound of a wolf who has hurt its mate. He had mourned the absence of our mate for weeks, had mourned our broken bond, but nothing had broken him more than knowing that his instinct had always been right. He had never liked Roxy, not once. Titan had played a crucial role in ensuring that Roxy and I never got intimate during my marriage to Rhea. I admit there were times I almost crossed those lines, but Titan would howl, growl, and gnash so fiercely that I would get so frustrated and ret

Only a titan can defeat a titan. And Kwen... she was born to be my trophy. And as such, I shall claim it!

There's a chance it could get deeper than I thought. But I still feel that adrenaline pumping inside me. I've never felt this way before; it's like I finally have something that's truly mine. Not my wolf, not a mate, not pack approval, but mine. Curious about what else I can try out, I browse through my recipe book again, and my gaze lands on another recipe. Titan's Drink Just hearing the name gives me chills. Promises of lasting power and strength that go beyond anything. A drink that warriors used to have before heading into battle.

Wanting to tone it down, he cleared his throat. King was obviously shy, and it was turning him on even more. “I, I ahm… How do I pose?” King asked, lying on the bed awkwardly. Kane did his best not to laugh when King tried to pose like Rose from the movie 'Titanic.' Shaking his head profusely, he was actually amused. He went to him and kneeled in front of him on the sofa. He held King’s arms, positioning them correctly. Every touch was electrifying, and the feel of King’s skin rubbing against him was making him lose his sanity.

I mumble and she squeezes me tight. Nina has tried her best to connect to Titan to no avail. My heart sinks when the royal physician say there’s nothing physically wrong with Titan. That means there’s nothing they can do to help him. My hope is now on Prophet Rufus. He has to help, he just has to. “There is nothing we can do to help,” Prophet Rufus says, crashing all my hopes. “Please, there must be something,” I desperately plead. Titan seems to be in a trans or coma of some sort. He does not respond to anyone and all I feel is his faint heart beat. Our species have been around for centuries, surely there’s a way to deal with this.

It looked really cute. “That looks perfect for my right-hand woman.” I said nonchalantly. Tora looked at me in shock. “Are you serious? You want me as your right hand?” “Dead serious! Jax was the King’s right hand and top warrior, and now he’s my top warrior and most trusted advisor for all things lycan. If you guys are going to be mates, then I need someone to help litigate with inter-species conflicts. Who better than you for that?” I shoved a fork full of pancake in my mouth and then smiled at her.

As her dragon glided along warm currents, tracking Ragnar's mate, she looked up from the valleys below and beheld a breathtaking sight. In the distance flew a gigantic white dragon, her crests were tinged a dusky pink, and Titan felt she'd never seen a beast so beautiful. This must be the Queen's dragon. Beating her wings to lessen the distance between them, Titan had to put real effort in to catch up, and she was puffing before she reached the Queen's tail. There she noticed the real struggle taking place.