The Titan’s Curse Novels & Stories

The battlefield shook violently. Lucian stumbled. "Okay... that's cheating." No one answered. Because everyone was staring upward. The creature continued forcing itself through the gateway. Slowly. Patiently. Like existence belonged to it. The First Hunger roared. Ancient flames erupted skyward. Its colossal body launched upward from the shattered mountain for the first time. The gigantic skeletal titan crossed the sky and struck the emerging entity with enough force to destroy continents. The impact shook Earth. Shockwaves exploded across oceans. Clouds vanished.

Leto muttered. "Well, we are not lingering!" Flynn shouted as he barked orders. Theon and I stood there looking at the beast, that was said to remain deep within the waters of the ocean. "I'm going to fucking kill it." Theon growled, about to draw his sword. "Those who kill a Leviathan are doomed to death, we can’t kill it." I reminded him quietly, placing my hand on his wrist, stopping him. The curse on the Leviathan was known to all. Long ago, Oshera cursed that those who tried to kill the Leviathan, would end up dying soon after. A creation she had made to protect the seven seas.

He wriggled his body, in a desperate attempt to shake off the curse as if it was just dust. "But I am no woman like you," she glanced at the unmoved clutch of cloth that covers the babe, "though moved by my wrath, I could never hurt the innocent that you will sire into this world. Yet, I will not look past the enormities of your doing, and so as the last of my mercy on your kin, these words will break the curse: only united hearts arise from the flames of betrayals and sins shall be freed." Waves of moon's power was delivered once more to Ganur's skin, settling in to every fibre of his being, sealing the curse completely. Satisfaction sits well in Orav's heart, but still the fire was not ext

And of course, while consuming blood, I have to remove the necklace from my neck because every time I wear the necklace, I look like a complete human being. "Well, shit. All I can say is, I'm thankful I can finally rest my fucking brain from studying the shit of everything." I sigh ejaculation. Sarreth suddenly threw me a black and yellow drink. "What the fuck is this chuckie thing?" I wondered. Sarreth slapped her forehead unconsciously. "Stop cussing the fuck down already, Celare. Are you going to talk to that mysterious goddess of yours like that?" Sarreth asked me a serious question.

"The curse isn't from my mother. Well, it was gotten through her but it wasn't from her. A greater force made her do it. But, what force is it?" "It doesn't make too much sense," Rendall said and Helia nodded in agreement. "Yes, it doesn't. If the curse isn't from my mother, then who is it from and why did the person curse Khron and Wulfe?" ******************** "Where are they?" Alpha Janus thundered as soon as a warrior walked into his room. "We haven't found them," the warrior replied and Alpha Janus snarled at him. "What do you mean? There are so many of you searching for two were-creatures. The other is just a female and you're telling me this? Are you all warriors or losers?"

As they moved more profound into the earth, she felt the nearness of the curse developing more grounded, its energy thickening the atmosphere. --- The entrance opened into an enormous cavern, its dividers sparkling with an otherworldly light. At its center stood an old holy place, encompassed by images and runes that appeared beating with life. The heart of the curse lay before them, a tangible force that threatened to overwhelm them. Clara and Marcus approached the holy place, their footsteps echoing in the silence. Clara could feel the power of the Heart of Nyx resonating with the magic of the curse, a connection that pulsed with both danger and promise.

Just Darius. “You think I care what you call it?” he whispered, breath against my ear, cold as death. “Call it rape. Call it whatever you want. You belong to me, thief.” He pulled out, and I gasped—more from the burn than the release. I felt it against my thighs—hot, wet, sickening. I didn’t move. Didn’t breathe. Not until he laughed. “Well, it works,” he said, amused, like he’d just confirmed a theory. “Me inside you. It keeps the curse at bay.”

A freak accident that left me completely alone in the world. But now, I couldn’t help but wonder. Were they werewolves too? Had they known this would happen to me? Alaric said the curse didn’t activate unless you killed someone. If they were werewolves, had they never triggered the curse? Or was it something else entirely? I glanced at the window, where the light of the setting sun was fading, giving way to the night. The full moon was coming. I could feel it—a strange hum at the back of my mind, growing stronger with each passing moment.

Atreus inhaled loudly and rubbed his eyes with his fingers for a moment before narrowing his eyes at her with a dark look that she'd never seen before. "Fine, Layla," he bit out with a sneer. "You really want to know? I'll tell you. Ravana is the one who placed a curse on me." "A curse?" Layla asked, confused. "Yes, a blood curse. He was the one who trapped me, the reason why I was stuck waiting for centuries. Unable to escape the pitless black of my tomb," he muttered. "But why?" she asked, confused. "If I tried to explain why that twisted b*stard makes the choices he does, we would be here all night. That is just who Ravana is. The demon you are currently placing your faith in."

"Or what? You'll erase me? *Try.*" The key bites my flesh, blood crackling with storm and static. The First Storm's shadow erupts-not a god, but a *pattern*, a living equation that devours light. Eden's eyes clear, blazing. *"Mom-*now*!"* I drive the key into the titan's core. --- The stars scream. The key unravels them, fractal by fractal, their light siphoned into the Storm's shadow. Eden collapses, tendrils crumbling. The titan fractures, its curse a dying rasp. *"You inherit only *ruin*."*