The Titan’s Curse Novels & Stories

Through the translucent obsidian walls of the inverted spire, deep within the hollow core where the massive iron chains converged, something was moving. It wasn't machinery. It wasn't brass. It was a vast, undulating mass of pale, calcified bone and ancient, dormant flesh—a monstrous, forgotten titan from the age before the Great Divide, its massive chest rising and falling in a slow, agonizing breath that had been fed for three centuries by the blood of the north. The Council hadn't been draining our people to power a war machine. They had been keeping the titan asleep. And now, with the blood-siphon broken and our sovereign fire flooding the ancient matrix, the titan's eyes—massive, multi-

On Titanya Island, Kataleya, sitting on top of the mountain, drew a ship that appeared in her dreams, drawing as if trying to read and see her destiny. From something she could see the sea, seeing a ship approaching, something that hadn't happened in over twenty years. Titania Island was not an island that many frequented, only the most fearless went. Some claimed it was the location, others because they knew that some beings with hidden powers live in that place.

Suddenly, from the corner of the room, their mother’s voice rose in a broken wail. “Carla! Don’t take one of my children. It’s just me… It’s just me. Don’t make them suffer!” The plea cut through the air like a knife, raw and pleading. Their mother’s eyes were wide with terror, her bound hands twisting against the ropes as she rocked back and forth. The name “Carla” hung in the room like a summoned ghost, a tangible thread linking the present torment to the sins of the past. Eloise and Elena exchanged a glance heavy with shared dread—the curse was stirring again, drawing closer, its tendrils reaching for what little they had left.

Titus was blinded by rage. His only son cursed to be an omega tarnishing the line of Avatars before him. Omega, cursed to be some alphas bitch. His son. His only son. The child he drove to be strong, to survive the world his has been brought. His only son he wants nothing but the absolute best but he is an omega, the damn curse ruined his perfect son. Tituse watched people celebrate as if this news is joyous, while in fact they celebrate a curse as if theres a cure.

The Goddess indeed blessed them. “Take off your clothes,” he orders, his eyes burning with desire. I do as I'm asked. Slowly, I slip my body off my dress, dropping it on the floor. Titan climbs onto the bed, stopping at the edge. His hand grips my thighs, pulling me to him. He goes lower, leaning his face between my thighs. Gently, he kisses my angle, his wet tongue caresses my tiny hair. He does this for some seconds, and then his tongue moves down, searching for my clit.

It was as though they could sense the weight of what I carried. “What have you found, Jho?” Uncle Jayden asked, his voice steady but lined with tension. I stepped forward, unfolding the parchment and laying it on the table. “The curse is real,” I began, my voice strong despite the knot in my throat. “It ties back to an ancient Alpha of Crescent Moon who defied the Goddess. The curse has lingered through the bloodline, and now... it’s taken root in Luna Tilly.” Crescent Moon’s Luna’s face paled, and Beta Trent placed a steadying hand on her shoulder. “What does it say?” Luna Tilly asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

I mumble and she squeezes me tight. Nina has tried her best to connect to Titan to no avail. My heart sinks when the royal physician say there’s nothing physically wrong with Titan. That means there’s nothing they can do to help him. My hope is now on Prophet Rufus. He has to help, he just has to. “There is nothing we can do to help,” Prophet Rufus says, crashing all my hopes. “Please, there must be something,” I desperately plead. Titan seems to be in a trans or coma of some sort. He does not respond to anyone and all I feel is his faint heart beat. Our species have been around for centuries, surely there’s a way to deal with this.

Despair threatened to engulf them. Trapped in the cavern, the immense power of the shadowy titan pressed down upon them like a suffocating weight. Its eyes, burning embers in the darkness, flickered with a terrifying recognition as it focused on the cleansed key clutched in Professor Thorne's hand. This wasn't just any slumbering entity; it was an ancient enemy, one who recognized the instrument of its past imprisonment. The once pristine cavern walls now pulsated with a malevolent energy, responding to the titan's fury. Cracks snaked across the ceiling, threatening a cataclysmic collapse. Escape seemed impossible, the portal a taunting reminder of their desperate situation.

He's a necromancer, way more superior than any wolf in this world. "It's fine, Sushi. I know you are not used to the climate. We are staying here as well longer than we are expecting because of the unforeseen circumstances." I answered him. "We are having a hard time finding the clue, but fortunately we can find it now. But somehow, do you know about Charybdis?" I asked him. His golden eyes shimmered and a glint of recognition flashed his eyes. I felt happy because Sushi seemed to know this. Charybdis is one of the ancient titans and is undefeated. Its monstrous scale is dominating and it destroys aught yond past its t'rrit'ry.

he began, “The child she carries is tied to a dark curse.” Murmurs echoed through the hall. Right then, I felt Zane’s arm tighten around my shoulders. Timothy continued, his voice growing louder. “The dark seed within Ceres has formed a symbiotic link with the unborn heir. If that corruption spreads, the entire pack will suffer the consequences.” “That’s just a speculation,” Sheila snapped from across the council circle. “It’s reality,” another elder interrupted. “The curse has no known cure.” Timothy lifted his hand, silencing the room again.