Prodigy Titans Novels & Stories

Everyone called my sister Alessia a prodigy. I was the only one who knew she was a thief. From the day I moved back into the brownstone, she started taking from me. Quietly. Carefully. My designs. My sketches. My drafts. Everything I created would appear under her name before I even had time to finish it. The family stood behind her. Always. My father, Salvatore Lucchese, head of the family, his word law itself, said he believed Alessia.

“Oh gosh! They’re so handsome!” “The twins were fascinating!” “Thore is the most handsome!” “Raylie was the most gorgeous among all the Titans! Titans. That’s how our group called. Maybe because we belong to the wealthiest and most influential families in L City. Actually, our families were the biggest sponsors of Brixton University. I got bored and dismissed the students who were suddenly coming and taking our pictures with their smartphones. “Come. Let’s get out of here.” I said and went my way out of the building.

It had no eyes, only a gaping maw filled with thousands of spinning, razor-sharp teeth, and a chest cavity that pulsed with a dark, anti-creation void energy. "Well," Caleb sighed, cracking his neck as he stared up at the towering, blood-dripping titan. He didn't look afraid. He looked thoroughly annoyed. "I guess we're doing the boss fight in suits." The Progenitor let out a deafening screech, raising a massive fist of boiling blood to smash Caleb and Scarlett into atoms. "It's not a god," Scarlett analyzed, her cosmic eyes reading the chaotic data-streams forming the beast. "It's a corrupted fragment of the universe's original trash-collection algorithm. It feeds on deleted realities."

She simply answered. "How da..." She leaned over, interrupting me. "YOU. ARE. A. PROTÉGÉ." She pronounced every single word slowly as if she needed to remind me about that fact. I gulped loudly, taking another step back, trying to scoot as far as I could from her. "Not a vampire's potential bride or lover. A protégé! A woman chosen by a lord, a clan lord, and then well-kept and educated for years before she is turned. But you won't be like any of those newly turned vampires, who'll need to survive centuries before they could raise their rank. No, you'll be turned into a noble vampire lady with clan members bowing down to you."

Kensington broke free on a solo rush, slipping through defenders with almost effortless grace. Another goal. The final buzzer had blared. Frost Titans 6. Thunder Hawks 4. “And once more,” the speaker shouted, almost lost amidst the cheering, “Lian Mateo Alonzo-Kensington proves to the audience once more that he is the junior league prodigy! Unstoppable, that's him! Sitting on the bench, O’Connor clapped him hard on the shoulder. “Fuck you did it again Kensington shit!” Lian shook his head, his breath fogging the air. “We all did. This line, this team, and we're just getting started.”

"At last, you've come." I blinked, attempting to absorb their presence and the abrupt shift in reality. "Who are you?" My voice sounded more steady than I felt. "We are the Keepers," another said, his tone gentler but no less powerful. "Guardians of the prophecy and of what lies beyond." My fingers clenched into fists, and nails dug into my palms. "What prophecy?" What has this got to do with me? "You are the Harbinger," the first person murmured, moving closer. "The person who maintains the balance between salvation and destruction. The key to the packs' future—and maybe all of existence."

Prodigal researchers can be compared to Sotiras, except prodigal researchers can have their own ability but can have a little bit of ability by the formula that their research has successfully experimented and implanted it to a testing animals whose genes is similar to humans. Researchers are cold and heartless while Sotiras was only arrogant. Their attitude was too contrast that someone will mistake a Prodigal as being one of the Sotiras and one would mistake a Sotiras into a prodigal researcher. Of course, the one guy or a girl that mistakes both of them did not really end well, because aside from heroes who Sotiras also hold a grudge on, the prodigal researchers are on top of the black li

Everyone was stunned when they heard that, and their puzzled eyes fell on him one after another. What did that mean? Could it be that the monk king had two treasures? One was a defective treasure while the other was a complete version? If this was the case, then could the number one expert of this world, Master Yi, really defeat a Archmonk Emperor with a defective product? "A defective product? Haha! So this is your sincerity? All of you four great powers are truly too stupid and naïve. Do you see that? The ArchArchmonk Emperor of Tianzhu is playing with dogs!"

The introduction went like this. Titan: My name's Titan. Fifteen. 80kg. 5 feet 4 inches. I know I'm fat, so don't dare talk behind my back about it or experience the most excruciating pain you've ever experienced in your entire life. This is not an empty threat, mind you. I'm effin serious. Next!

Prodigal researchers can be compared to Sotiras, except prodigal researchers can have their own ability but can have a little bit of ability by the formula that their research has successfully experimented and implanted it to a testing animals whose genes is similar to humans. Researchers are cold and heartless while Sotiras was only arrogant. Their attitude was too contrast that someone will mistake a Prodigal as being one of the Sotiras and one would mistake a Sotiras into a prodigal researcher. Of course, the one guy or a girl that mistakes both of them did not really end well, because aside from heroes who Sotiras also hold a grudge on, the prodigal researchers are on top of the black li