The Titan Bride Novels & Stories

Hazel’s POV. The room was filled with the rhythmic, wet sound of skin hitting skin. His large, calloused fingers gripped my breasts, squeezing possessively. Each time Marco thrust into me, it felt devastatingly deep. I tilted my head back, swallowing a moan into my dry throat as our sweat mingled in a pleasure heat. I was still on his lap when the TV screen suddenly lit up. The voice from the speakers drowned out the sound of our breathing "...Big news! Frost Titans captain, Marco Marten, has reportedly proposed to the daughter of Hundreds Rising Entertainment's owner, Cassandra Sinclaire. The wedding of the century is about to take place—"

And grovel for the way you have treated her in the past. I frown. ‘I am trying to get laid, not married. Besides, we are talking about Rain, the pack’s—’ Titan stops me before I finish the sentence. ‘What the hell did I do so wrong to be paired with you? Rain is special. But you know what you will do? You will break her heart. Only then will you realize what you have done, but it will be too late.’ Why does Titan have to be so dramatic all the time? ‘Did you ever stop to think about what I want? Huh?’

Titan was none the wiser still that she couldn’t go outside in daylight, or if she did she was fully covered with an umbrella and rushed inside before the steam of her burning skin could show. “I’m sorry,” Titan apologised, kissing each of her hands. “I just couldn’t bear to be without you.” “Who the f*ck is this, Titan? Another one of your whores?!” Lamia’s eyes flicked to the radiant she-wolf approaching them with hardened expression. “What is she talking about?” Lamia asked, looking between them. Titan appeared nervous while the woman stepped up to Lamia, sneering. “A pretty Omega, Titan. She doesn’t even have a wolf. Guards-”

Zac's eyes flicked around before hypocritically advising, "Lana, Cruz must be joking! He still cares about you. Otherwise, why would he prepare such a grand wedding? Look, he can't just bring any woman to upset you on such a joyous occasion! Lana, quickly explain to Cruz that everything you posted on social media was just to provoke him and for show! Don't let this make you late!" Lana instantly believed Zac, and her arrogant expression returned. She gazed triumphantly at me, acting like she had everything in the bag. "Cruz, you think you can provoke me by bringing any woman here? Not a chance! If you don't agree to my terms, I won't marry you today!"

It is a titan. It looks like a Greek goddess made of chrome and steel, armored in data streams that look like thorns. The face is fifty feet tall. Implacable. Cold. Evelyn. Her voice booms, shaking the very code of the universe. "You are in MY code," she thunders. "How dare you." The titan lands, crushing the landscape we just healed. The shockwave sends us flying backward. Alex grabs my hand, anchoring us. "She's here," he yells over the roar of digital wind. "She projected herself in!"

Hours passed alarmingly until searchers finally located Alexei locked in close conversation with an exotically beautiful young woman near a remote forest spring. Only after Alexei returned to camp, his expression dreamy and distracted, did Amy uncover the maiden’s identity through discreet investigation. To the queen’s distress, she was revealed as none other than Duchess Katrina - sole daughter of exiled Anastasia living in obscurity abroad. “It seems much like my youthful chance encounter with your equally wistful father once upon a time,” remarked Amy ruefully to her smitten son. “Let us hope this fairy tale romance ends more sweetly should you pursue it further...”

The Warrior’s Bride Queen Habiba looked at the maiden she was talking to. The little maiden had just been hired in the palace and she had requested her presence. She wanted to see what the girl was capable of. “What is your name?” Queen Habiba asked the young girl. “Samirah,” Samirah replied, looking into the Queen’s eyes. Her eyes held no emotion as she eyed Samirah. This woman looked very beautiful. She was dressed in the most expensive material from what Samirah could see, but what else would she expect from a Queen of her status.

He looked at me through the blank eyeholes. “The king beneath the first kingdom.” The carriage stopped. The door opened. Two guards dragged me onto a black stone platform. Water rose around us in towering walls, held back by invisible force. At the far end stood a temple built from white ribs. A red carpet crossed the flooded avenue. Grandmother waited at the temple steps. The Tide Crown rested on her head. My breath caught. “You.” Her face did not move. The masked man bowed to her. “We brought the bride.” I stared at Grandmother.

The moment I shut the door, the message I had refused time and time again surfaced once more: "If you agree, I'm ready to pay any price to steal you from your wedding." Outside the room, Adriana went on describing her dream wedding amid snow-capped mountains and blooming flowers. Threaded through her words was Carlo's patient, indulgent voice repeating, "Whatever you say." I let out a bitter laugh and typed back, "There's no need to steal me away. You're my groom." "Carlo, if you were meant to end up in the snowy mountains, then I'll go to the warm Tuscanica instead. I'll let you go, and I'll finally free myself as well," I mused inwardly.

Kristoff Twenty minutes later, as I consult my watch impatiently, wondering if I should go up and get her myself, Titania strolls down the hallway into the living room. I see she's picked out a black, thin, spaghetti-strapped dress that stops just above her knee and cool wedge slippers. Her face is dry, but her lips are shimmering with gloss, her roundish head framed by her beautiful, black hair that she's tied back into a neat bun. It gets a little hard to sit still as I want to make her turn around so badly and get a good view of her arse, which I'm damn sure is barely hidden by the tight dress that accentuates her soft curves and tits. Even without the slightest makeup, she's still fuckin