Rod Reiss Titan Face Novels & Stories

Sil laughs as Becky walks away. ~~~ “Keep those hands up,” Titan warns Iris as he swings at her. She blocks him. “Good. Now you block the attack in one fluid moment.” Iris follows instructions and makes contact with Titan’s shoulder. They work for two hours, and Titan calls it. “You are really strong. I’m impressed,” Titan smiles. He pulls his hair back to reveal a scar. “Do you remember giving me this?” Iris looks at it, “No, sorry. How did I do that?”

Yet something in him had shifted when Olivia had called him a murderer. "Man, get out of there, what are you doing in there?" Ryan bellowed, interrupting his flow of thought. Titan came out looking at his friend. Ryan had an ageless quality about him. His hair was dark, long, and wavy, and his face was still as outrageously handsome as it had always been - dark brown hazel eyes, high cheekbones, full lips, and a lean-toned jawline. He was obsessed with a fit body and spent hours in the gym. His efforts were not in vain, as he had a strong toned body to show for it. Maya had once remarked that watching Titan and Ryan walking was like looking at two Greek gods walk down the street.

The one that would either break him completely or finally make him whole. Lightning flashed across the open marble platform at the top. In the middle stood the Titan, nine feet of pure muscle and glowing power. His skin shone with silver light. Between his legs hung the biggest cock Torvald had ever seen. Even soft, it was thick and heavy, longer than his arm. As Torvald watched, it grew hard, rising up like a thick, veiny monster. The fat head leaked shiny drops that glowed in the dark. The Titan looked at him with burning eyes. “Little king, you dare come here?” his voice boomed like thunder. “This cock has broken stronger men than you.”

Ryan stood up but was shoved back into the seat. Reese clucked his tongue and looked back, his golden gaze burning with an intense rage. “Just a car?” He muttered darkly. He stalked forward to stand in front of Ryan, still wrapping his hand. “You may think it was just a car, but you picked the wrong fucking car.” “Fucking hell…” Ryan licked his lips nervously. “It was fixable, no harm done…” Reese’s face dropped into an emotionless state. He turned away with a small growl deep in his throat. “The gall of this fucker…” He muttered causing a couple of the men standing around Ryan to laugh to themselves.

“Good? What’s that supposed to mean?” “I need to check something.” They all stare at me, confused. “Check what?” Finn asks. But I’m already walking away. --- The hallway outside the rink is colder than the ice. The scent of wax and sweat lingers faintly in the air, familiar, grounding. My steps echo as I move past the glass windows where workers are adjusting banners for tomorrow’s qualifiers. The Chicago Vortex logo gleams in the overhead lights in a swirl of gold and black. The friendly match tonight isn’t about practice. It’s about rivalry. Jade Owens is captain of the Chicago Titans — our long-standing competition. But to Reese, he’s not just a rival. He’s something else and something da

Startle tore through the air as the titans had frozen for a heartbeat and then they were after us again. “LOOK OUT!” Reese found clear paths for us through their legs, but they were endless and everywhere. The road trembled as a titan jumped over other titans and within seconds was inches away from snapping my head. All I could do was stare as his huge hand approached me. I screamed. Squatting, I covered my head with my hands. I heard Reese groan as he covered me with his body. But the hit didn’t come even after a few seconds had passed. “FUCK OFF!”

Their heads were sensor clusters glowing with a singular red eye. Their right arms ended in rotary cannons. Their left arms were anti-riot shock prods, crackling with enough electricity to jumpstart a city. "Titans!" Ben screamed, his voice muffled by the mask. "We can't fight those! Small arms are useless!" The Titans stepped onto the maintenance rails. They didn't need to walk the bridge; they had magnetic clamps on their boots. They walked heavily along the walls, flanking the team, their cannons spinning up with a sound like tearing canvas.

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."

After removing the patch, the companion's face also twisted, revealing an older visage. Reid examined the new face and exclaimed excitedly, "It’s Raees!" The powerhouses fell into a deep silence. Although Raees Willis wasn't among the top ten powerhouses of Falconia, he was incredibly important to them. He had trained nearly a dozen powerhouses for Falconia, five of whom were in Falconia’s top ten. His ability to produce powerhouses was extraordinarily terrifying.

His voice is unfamiliar but I can sense the coldness in it. "Reid." I turned to see the man. I almost dropped my jaw when I saw how handsome the man in front of us was now. Just what the hell? Another adonis? My eyes scanned him. He's tall and massive just like Rax. They are almost exactly the same height and body as Raxon, they also have the same features. Maybe they are related. The difference is, Reid's hair is a bit longer and the peircing in his right ear made him looked like a hot badboy. Reid smirked and looked at me, then back to Rax. "Your girl?"