Legendary Titans Mga Nobela at Kwento

During my senior year of high school, my grades are completely erratic. I can ace three subjects while completely bombing the other three, leaving me dead last in my class. My homeroom teacher, Janet Bennett, throws me and my backpack out of the classroom. A classmate waves my report card around as the rest of the class laughs. "You're a total loser. You even failed your language test. Even a factory wouldn't hire you." The next day, my homeroom teacher throws out the student ranking second to last, Ethan Hoppe, as well. "One bad apple spoils the whole bunch. And somehow, our class has two of them. You think the college entrance exam is only going to test what you're good at? You two ca

Unexpectedly she was in Vampire's World during the early years of her formation 6000 years apart from her time. During this period there existed those who were even more noble than the pure-ancestral line. According to history, there are 8 ancestors, headed by the first - Lord Zos. This girl is called the third, then it can only be Titania. Brawen doesn't know her well, but posterity praises her more than cult followers praise their supreme being. Specifically, Titania, although not as strong as the first and second, but she is extremely beautiful and noble in the world. In terms of strength, in the whole world, only Lord Zos and Hidden Emperor* Vincent can defeat her.

Raven leaped forward, her blade cutting through shadows like a streak of blue lightning. --- Clash of Titans The Shadow’s master finally appeared on the battlefield—a towering figure cloaked in living darkness, eyes like burning coals. Its aura radiated power older than time itself, and the ground beneath it cracked under the sheer weight of its presence. “You are Alpha King,” the being’s voice boomed, echoing across the battlefield. “You carry the blood of the Ancients. But will it be enough to stop me? I am the darkness that predates worlds, and I will reclaim everything!”

"Don't worry, Mr. President is too high and mighty to care about a second-hand product like you." "Nuts!" Jenna didn't want to pay attention to a villain like him, "Get out!" " Just tired of being played by Elon Mars, don't pretend to be noble." Paul unbuttoned his shirt as he glared at her! "It's impossible to cling to Mr. Adams, Why don't you follow me, I'm a senior executive of Titan with a salary of millions per year, you're lucky that I can fall in favor with you!"

Original lycan demons/ hybrids From the original royal Lycan council Titus Deratho Constance Deratho Hunter Bowie Alrick Bowie Sental Howlers Andre Howlers Blas Banshees Rodger Greyhounds Desto Ivashov Igaro Ivashov Titanics , the Banshees, the Hunters, the Sentinels, the Greyhounds and the Igarus. They can transform from lycans to humans. They are humanoid machine that only knows how to fight and are loyal to the throne, meaning they serve whoever is leader or king and no one else. They lack speech and emotions only a few can speak and its all because of Devaro's influence.

"He told me what you refused to." Titan paused as he stared at me before saying, "you know that I love you. Yes, I am doing all of these because of what he did to my men but you should know of all people that that is not my main reason for doing this. I am doing this because I want to keep you safe from the trouble that Lucian is about to bring on not just I, you and our pack but on all werewolves in the supernatural world, if not every supernatural creature." I stared hard at Titan as I shoved my arm from his grip. What was he talking about? Was Lucian about going to war against every supernatural in the supernatural world?

“She is a Blackwood, Valencia. They don't just leave legacies; they leave traps.” “‘You’ve only inherited the throne,’” I repeated, glancing at Mia, who was asleep in the adjacent seat. “What throne? I destroyed the mountain. I locked the cages. There is no throne left.” “The throne isn't a chair in a mountain, child,” Maria said, finally meeting my gaze. “It’s the Titan system. It’s the billions in untraceable assets. It’s the power to end wars or start them. And right now, it’s pulsing inside your veins.”

Our forces assembled—three hundred against a thousand, students against soldiers, hope against horror. "Aria." Professor Blackwood approached. Not the twisted version we'd fought, but his sister, the ethics teacher who'd tried to protect students from the worst experiments. "There's something you need to know. The titans—they're not just powered by Moonsinger blood. They're made from Moonsinger bones." "What?" "The Shadow Council has been grave robbing for decades. They ground the bones into the armor, creating a matrix that can channel massive amounts of power. But it requires a living Moonsinger to activate fully."

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."

He tossed Tristan's broken blade aside, his glowing yellow visor staring down at us with a cold, terrifying amusement. "Is this the vanguard of the new era?" the titan mocked, taking a heavy, limping step toward us. "A broken general, a wounded shadow, and a girl playing with a toy sword? Your bond is weak because you rely on the light, girl. True sovereignty is forged in blood and terror!" Dominic stepped in front of me, stepping over the frozen slick of ice. He raised his broadsword with his uninjured left arm, his jaw set in iron, his silver eyes fixed on the titan's throat.