The Titan’s Curse Novels & Stories

It wrapped around the Titan’s arm like a python. The Titan froze. "System failure," the voice crackled. "Bio-readings dropping. Critical... critical..." The Titan started to scream. It was a horrible, wet sound that echoed inside the helmet. The purple mist seeped through the joints of the armor. It ignored the steel. It went straight for the flesh inside. I watched in horror as the Titan’s struggles grew frantic. He tried to shake the boy off, but my son held on with supernatural strength. The mist pulsed. Throb. Throb.

"The Sovereign Crown was never meant to unite the five lines. It was forged to keep the true apex predators sealed beneath the glacier. And now... I have the key." Julian slammed the cylinder into a portable activation pedestal on his transport. Far out in the snowy wasteland, five miles beyond the Iron Wall, the earth began to shake violently. A massive, deafening crack echoed across the tundra as the frozen ground split wide open. A column of dark, sickening purple fire shot thousands of feet into the night sky, shattering the cloud cover and illuminating a massive, subterranean titan rising slowly from the icy depths. And back inside the control tower, the timer on Logan’s seat began to b

"The Marins are the descendants of a witch called Amarinth, the love of Adrian the first hybrid who was given the curse by the Fae Queen that had once hidden his true nature from the rest of the supernatural world. Breaking the curse requires a sacred stone, a moonstone, the Deanton, the blood of the marked and the blood of the love that betrayed and cursed him, the blood of Amarinth or her descendants, the Marin. And from what you've said, it appears as though the Marins are working with those who wish the break the curse and now they have the Deanton." I frowned "How do you know all of this? Did anything happen while we were gone?" Aiden let out a harsh breath. "They came for her. They tri

Slaughtered and mutilated at the hands of Cyrus Carter. The pandemonium that had erupted from their deaths had almost torn the pack apart. After Cyrus had been killed, torn apart, burned to ash, and tossed into the depths of the sea, Titan had believed that was the last he'd heard of the old bastard. Until now. Now, his descendants were here, in the kingdom. In his house. Titan opened his eyes and felt a paroxysm of rage and hatred so strong, he upturned his desk with undertones of his wolfish roar. Asher and Ryan jumped back in fright.

A lot of people believed that person because he has strong shreds of evidence, one of that evidence is Mount Colossus which is located in the northeast part of the world. According to them, the power and legacies of those titans were passed down to their chosen descendants, and they are compelling and superior. The chosen descendants have a crystal inside their heart, the crystal is the one that gives them power. However, it also consumes their strength, making them live shorter. They believed that there are twelve powerful titans living in Mount Colossus. Those titans have their duties and priorities. They are . . . Harbor, the titan of the ocean.

Vyre snapped his fingers, and the capsule dangling right above him burst open. The outer layer of nourishment ruptured, dropping the thumping heart into his hand. He curled his lips in satisfaction as the steady flow of blood quenched his thirst, staining his white braids with a dark red hue. Leaning against his father's Almighty seat, adorned with pearls of dragons, he cast a contemptuous glance at the long-lost fallen angel who was finally returning to them. Melvin rolled his eyes and knelt in front of his lord, hating that he couldn't argue anything.

"I messed up. But I'm here now, and I'll do whatever it takes to make things right." Decker glared at him for a moment longer, then let out a long, ragged breath. The anger slowly drained from his face, replaced by exhaustion and the weight of responsibility. He knew that blaming Ethan wouldn't solve anything. They needed to work together to find a way to break the curse and heal their pack. "Fine," Decker said, finally relenting. "But we need to find Lydia, and we need to figure out how to lift this curse. We've got a long road ahead of us, and we can't afford any more mistakes."

"It's not something I really want to think about." Christopher turned the box over in his hand. "Well, it's something you should," he stated. "I'm not sure how much Sawyer has told you, but as a part of the curse, it's said that if he can't find his mate and the bond fails, Sawyer and the girl who is with him on that night will burn to death under the red moon."

Too— Weak. Alpha Derek of Edgeland leans forward, voice cutting. “Maybe if you focused more on finding the source of the curse rather than believing in some prophecy, you’d be able to heal your bloodlines.” The air turns volatile instantly. Gavin’s chair scrapes. “She will come,” he insists, voice shaking with restrained fury. “I don’t think you realize how much I’ve done to try to figure out what the problem is.” Alpha energy begins to press outward, thick and dangerous.

Bay defused before it became an argument. "I want him out of my way. He is obstructing me and the princess. I know she loves me, she is only cajoled by that Tideian's grandeur. I want him dead, Roan, why is it taking so long to accomplish this aim? He's on his way to two thousand years old and we still haven't been able to kill him, why?" Titan was nearly in tears. It seems all his plan has failed or would fail even before they're put in motion. At the end of the day, that tricky Tideian would escape alive.