Titan Alt Novels & Stories

And far beyond that, like a mirage of heaven, the Citadel gleamed against the sky, daring him to dream. The quarry was already alive with noise by the time Tunde arrived, picks clanging against rock, engines sputtering, and the occasional crackle of static from the Citadel drones overhead. People moved like ants below the pit walls, heads bowed, backs bent, chasing the shimmer of Adrium in the dirt like it was salvation.

The older sister scowled at the little one, who rolled her eyes and giggled in response. “Alette and Adelina.” Atlas motioned to the two sisters. The six-year-old, Adelina, flashed a dimpled smile at me while Alette gave me a wary glance. “This is my true-mate, Raelynn.” “Don’t mind Alette, she worry’s too much.” Adelina snorted, smiling at Atlas and I, much more intelligent than I would’ve pegged a six-year-old. “She’s Atlas’s true-mate Alette, you know she wouldn’t hurt us.”

It is like he has me in a trace that I couldn’t escape. “Snowy?” his deep voice asks, and I can feel the heat rush to my cheeks. For once I don’t mind the stupid childhood nickname, as long as he is the one calling me it. “Oh, have you not met our new recruit yet? Max this is Raven, aka Snowy. Snow this is Alpha Max” Colton continues, lucky he seems oblivious to the obvious tension building between us. Hopefully, nobody else in the group notices our little stare contest.

A few seconds later, the voices from the other room grew louder. "System active. Runes synchronized. Initiating shipment." Rayden didn't have time to copy every file, but one folder name caught his eye. [Altair Consortium - Unofficial Shipping Access] His hands froze. Altair. The name was not foreign. One of the oldest, most reclusive families in the world of cultivators. They never appeared in public, but their influence was everywhere. If the Bramastas were connected to Altair, then this conflict was no longer about a single city, but a massive network moving in the dark.

♠ You shoot me down, but I won't fall, I am titanium. ♠ Week 4. "It's called rebranding." Reya smiled, sipping the glass of juice gingerly. "What does that mean?" "Good question.” she leaned in further, "it's like doing away with those issues that weigh you down and taking on the good side of why you're alive despite everyone."

Even now, days later, to access my powers feels like wading through mud with invisible chains weighing me down but when I do, I destroy them in an instant. “What do you want from me?” I asked, though I already feared the answer. “I want proof you’re more than raw power in a body,” Raven said. His eyes held me like steel. “I want to see the strong warrior I trained, the monster and also you in control of it.” A heavy gate opens at the far side of the arena. My stomach knotted. Titan stepped through. He was huge in size, eight feet tall, with broad shoulders enough to block the light of the day and arms spread like tree trunks.

I chuckled mentally and Xaviour agreed. "That glare wouldn't even scare a kitten." He laughed. ''I am sorry, for the interruption." Her mother spoke, drawing my attention away from her. ''But please, who were you again?'' Her father asked. ''It's fine,'' I said, when it clearly wasn't. How I could exactly tell her parents the ways I wanted to claim their daughter. ''The name's Zayden Dimitri Anderson, and I'm here to tell you about some problems we have encountered at this part of the woods and how to overcome them." A small gasp left her soft-looking lips as I finished. Athina's face flushed darkly as all eyes landed on her.

"Can't you take a break?" "Sorry sir. Can I just squeeze out a load first?" Alvarez sighed. "I guess so. Just try to make it quick." "I will. Do that thing, Titty." Titania stood up straighter, with Carl's dick still in her ass. She had to crouch a bit as she was so much taller than him. Her strong hands grasped her own buttocks and spread them, whilst Carl's hands went to her gigantic tits. They were much more than a handful, spilling out over his fingers.