Titan Alt Mga Nobela at Kwento

I knocked back the scotch, letting it burn down my throat. “An official deal,” he explained. “My team and I will assist in locating every other Wade woman… in Boston, Barcelona, New York, Vegas… name it.” Brad paused and then looked at him. “You didn’t want to get involved in this,” he reminded. “So what changed?” Titan cleared his throat, resting his large hands on the table. “I’m doing the Lord’s work.. help the helpless.” I sighed. I really don’t know what Titan’s major aim is but I’m going to find out. He’s the best man I can meet for an alliance and that is already common knowledge.

“I’m so happy that you can all make it here to witess what’s no doubt the most significant event in the history of mankind. See, we’ve all grown up to see technology evolve and transform over the years; and in order to honour those efforts, we at Alphatech have created something spectacular for you all today.” Jacob presses a virtual button on the podium and immediately, a section of the stage opens up to admit a table onto it. “Ladies and Gentlemen,” he says, “behold the Technobots.” Applause rings out at two small cream-coloured metal balls on display on the table.

Then he said the words that changed everything. “It’s a failsafe.” Silence. Ayesha’s mind spun. Failsafe? For what? Zayn continued. “When Titan was created, it wasn’t built to be invincible. It had a weakness—a shutdown sequence.” Leena frowned. “Yeah. And we used it.” Zayn nodded. “Exactly.” He turned toward Ayesha. “But what if I told you… there’s another system?” Ayesha’s blood ran cold. Zayn continued.

And god, he was in trouble. “And now entering the ice—Lian Mateo Alonzo-Kensington! USA's rising dual-type sensation, Chicago's pride and even the pride of Filipinos. Fast, flashy, dangerously talented, and yes, Demidov’s favorite rival. With him, is his team Chicago Frost Titans”

“Pff. That little intimidation act works on everyone else. You know better than to try it with me.” Titan steps partially from the darkness near the doorway, silver eyes reflecting strangely beneath the blue flames. Beautiful. In the same way, storms at sea are beautiful before they drown people. For a moment, neither male speaks. Then Titan’s gaze drifts toward Maxine. “I assume the journey was uneventful?” “No,” Dalton says. Then after a pause, “Aside from running into the High Alpha.” That gets Titan’s attention. Not out of fear but sheer annoyance and something close to suspicion. He swears under his breath.

Club Obsidian. Downtown Neo-Veridia. 11:00 PM. The bass dropped, shaking the floor-to-ceiling glass walls of the VIP skybox. Altair Hale sat on a black leather sofa, entirely alone. On the table in front of him sat a glass of sparkling water (untouched) and a holographic tablet (active). While the rest of the city’s elite gyrated to the music below, Altair was re-coding the firewall for the Asia-Pacific server.

I replied after a brief pause, trying to wrap my head around what he had just proposed and it’s implications, not just for him but for me also. "Why do you think so?" Karl asked impatiently and with aggression but he needed to hear what I know. "Well, whoever trained Titan trained him very well; this Titan is very different from the sweet kid I use to know. Blake remolded Titan in his image and likeness, and made an Alpha out of him. The way he talks, the way reasons, he is always alert and is most ruthless of all Alphas in this part of the world, He and Blake has the highest kill rate in the states, only a certain Lorenzo comes close. Legend says he’s got ice running through his vain" I exp

"What do you mean it's a terraforming engine?" High above them, aboard the battered Hyperion carrier, Kenji was frantically typing. "Commander, the A****n Titan isn't a biological weapon like the others. It's an ancient atmospheric processor! It just uprooted itself from the jungle floor and is ascending into the stratosphere. It's venting pure, concentrated Genesis Gas into the atmosphere." Kenji projected a holographic model of the Earth directly into the mechs' HUDs. A massive, expanding cloud of toxic purple gas was blooming over South America.

“ T-That’s Apollo’s den.” He nodded and pointed to the map. It shows the mountain of Apollo. Then his fingers traced another side of the map, pointing to the other direction and landing on the farthest mountain in the map. “ And that’s Mt. Periswua,” he said. My mind is still absorbing everything when I heard how Alpha Nicholas rose from his seat and start to walk away. Alpha Antonio sarcastically laughed. “ You don’t believe me?” he asked. His twin adjusted the lapel of his cloth and he gave us a twisted half-smile. “ I don’t believe the both of you,” he said.

It was as if they had anticipated something like this happening all along. Once the pack had absorbed my words, I continued. "Since Benita was the Luna of the Moonrise Pack, we must perform a farewell ceremony for her. I'll need some of you to prepare an altar and gather everything needed. I will join you shortly. And once the ceremony is over, I want everyone to get some rest, as tomorrow is going to be a long and hectic day for everyone." "We are more than ready for tomorrow, Alpha," they said in unison. "We’re just worried about you, Alpha. If there is anything we can—"