Novel & Cerita Titan Knight

Titan leads the elite warriors from both packs in intense training sessions. Two days before the attack, Titan calls a meeting. “I want to be next to Sabrina,” Zion tells them all. “I know I am the eldest person in the room, but I am a strong fighter, and she is my mate. I want to stand with her.” “I don’t see any reason why you can’t be standing with her,” Iris tells them all. “Fine, just don’t get killed,” Titan agrees.

It crawled. "Target... active..." it skipped. It was dragging itself toward me. I reached for my railgun. It was gone, lost in the fall. I reached for my sidearm. The holster was empty. I had my knife. An obsidian blade, six inches long. The Titan was ten feet away. It was leaking violet fluid that hissed where it touched the star-metal. "You... don't... quit," I murmured. "Mission... parameters... absolute," the Titan said.

Werner Must have heard her as he cleared his throat, “Ramon, the weakest knight of us, just won, my lady.” Throwing her sword on the ground, she turned to Werner, “I know. Do you know where Titus is? I need to ask him for advice.” Werner avoided her gaze, “I uhm…I’m afraid your knight is still in his hometown.” She looked at him incredibly, “For a whole month? That’s a lot of time off. Shouldn’t you guys look for him? What if he was ambushed?” Werner smiled at that, “Titus is one of the great knights in the empire, my lady. Should you trust him?”

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Enough to keep her mother safe, to keep them both alive, and if possible happy, and provided with the most basic necessities. Even though, it seemed to be risky. It truly seemed that she didn’t have a choice. Slowly, she exhaled. “Fine,” she said quietly. “I’ll, I’ll try it.” Neither of them knew that a single decision would change Aria’s life forever. Because somewhere across the city, Roman Knight, the most powerful man in the capital, was about to walk into Sapphire Club.

Shadows leaned over lamp posts like watchers. Tunde walked in silence. The air felt different here — still, but aware. He passed a dented vendor stall. An old man watched him go, then turned away. A scavenger child whispered something and ducked behind a cart. That was when they stepped out. Two Citadel enforcers. Matte-black armor. Silent. Smooth. They didn’t hum. They didn’t threaten. They simply… arrived. Tunde stopped. One raised a scanner. ID Confirmed. RU-Q3A-1120. Theta Protocol: Passive Retrieval.

god what's his problem? "Don't act smart...you are not the boss here...so don't tell me what to do..our boss will be here soon, spend your last good time here with peace, don't make me put your death early" huh...he is just overacting... He is a middle rank in gang, I can feel it but still thinks like a higher rank...idiot Soon they left...but where is Kiyara...I have to find her, my thoughts got stopped when door got opened and a man in his sixties entered... Singhaniya

What's the Titan Ape to me? "This so-called Grand Titan, prancing around as 'Eternal and Boundless', I say he's nothing but a dead titan! Just a bunch of cheap tricks and a scary title, thinking he can intimidate me. Scared? As if!"

”You’re right, you are the Luna,” he said and took a step back. I turned around, hoping to be able to leave but a big, strong hand took a hold of my arm and spun me around. I slammed into James’s chest and he held me there, I couldn't move or break free. ”I, Alpha James Knight of the Red Moon Pack, hereby revoke your title as Luna of the Red Moon Pack and it will remain as such until I say otherwise,” I was trying to wrangle free from his hold but it was useless. The pain that followed after his speech was brutal, as though someone had reached inside of me and severed a lifeline.

He was draped in the tattered, ash-gray robes of the First Sovereign Court—an order of ancient dark sorcerers believed to have been eradicated four centuries before the Council ever built its forge. The rider halted his undead steed ten feet short of our fresh, glowing boundary stone. He raised a withered, frost-bitten hand, holding an ancient, blood-stained iron spindle that hummed with a cold, terrifying resonance. He didn't look at the warriors. He didn't look at Killian. His empty, socketless eyes fixed directly on the gold runes glowing on my palm. "The Titan was the lock, little Queen," the rider’s voice rasped, echoing not through the air, but directly inside the marrow of my skull, c