Titan Luz Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Because he is patient He is kind He does not envy He is... VIƬƬӨЯIӨ ƧƬΛПZӨᄂIӨ Past- July 22nd, 2032 Johnny, Jessie, and I all entered The Blazing Lights. The Blazing Lights is one of the biggest clubs there is on the earth. So, it was going to be more fun than all the other times we went out clubbing. The first thing I see once entering the club is the sweating bodies dancing to loud, bass-filled music. The bright, blinding, strobe lights illuminate the otherwise pitch-black club. I guess that’s why they call it The Blazing Lights.

Rach comes back to the table and looks at Titan and pouts. "Titan no you are not taking her from me." Titan flashes her a toothy smile his brown eyes sparkling and turning to me, he puts his arm around my shoulders and looks back at Rach who plonks herself down in the seat he vacated shooting him daggers with her bright green eyes from across the table.

“I love you too, Titus Andreyev. Always remember that my love for you is beyond this matebond. I will always choose to love you, no matter what.“ Titus’s hazel eyes twinkled at the promise of my love for him. And I held on to his words, because I knew that they were true. ”Well, you actually have no choice. I’m the most handsome man there is. You can never find someone like me.” I slapped a hand on his chest when he playfully shrugged. Since the fight, Titus has gotten cocky, too. But I enjoy it. ”Yeah, you’re right.” I played along. “I’m tied. Because from the very first time we met, I knew I was enslaved by the lycan king.” He chuckled and turned serious.

Alpha Zackery cleared his throat and said, "Uncle, this is Alpha Lucas' friend." He turned back and introduced me to Alpha Titan. "Lucas' friend?" Alpha Titan narrowed his eyes and said. "That's even more shocking to me. Look at her. She obviously isn't Lucas' type. What did you do to Lucas? You cast a spell on him, little hybrid nymph?" His eyes were grey, and so was his hair. "I'm not a nymph and I don't know how to cast spells." I frowned and said. "Then why does Lucas keep a girl like you around him?" he asked. He drew himself closer to me. His eyes zigzagged all over me, like checking at merchandise.

In the beginning, I met a man... Lilith I want everything life can offer. Money, fame, anything... And I have it all. “You cannot make me get married to him, Father! I have other things to do with my life and Rayne De Luca of all people, he belongs to a rival family, what is going on in your head, Father!” My breath comes out in short gasps as I stare pointedly at my Father. The fact that he would sell my hands in marriage to a rival family is absurd and completely unacceptable.

one of Darius's companions joked. "You can leave now, Lyrica. Sorry about my friends," Lucian said coldly, dismissing me. As I was leaving, Darius and his friends blocked my path. "Hi! I’m Xyver. What’s your name?" the first man asked with a smile. Like Darius, he seemed to have foreign blood. "Lyrica, Sir Xyver," I replied politely, feeling uneasy and eager to leave. "I’m Helios," the other man introduced himself briefly. He had tattoos on his arm and neck, which stood out against his fair skin. Like Lucian, he seemed to be a man of few words.

he continued with a smile, “there is an open position in the Kingdom of Darkness.” That had to be the highest form of compliment—the King of Darkness offering me a position. I gave a small nod, merely to acknowledge the offer, not to accept it. “I find it hard to imagine,” Nicolais said through clenched teeth, “what Luna would ever do in the Kingdom of Darkness.” “Perhaps gaze at the stars?” Fortunately, I don’t think Atlas noticed my reaction. Gaze at the stars. Perhaps even with him? My gaze returned to my fiancé, who still sat frozen in his chair. I saw him for what he was—a warrior. He was not like Sicca, or Atlas, for that matter. Words were not his weapon. And that was okay. That was w

“The sunlight… it…” Frowning, Titus moves forward and reaches out toward the light, but stops as he too becomes burned. “What?” He hisses, jerking back. “How?” “She…” I whisper, looking at the dead woman. “Who is she?” For a moment, Titus doesn’t respond as he too looks at the woman, but when his gaze finally comes to mine and I see true panic there, I realize how grave of a mistake I’ve made. “She is the priestess of light.”

All to prove a point? One thing registers in my mind as I lift my unsteady gaze from the head to fix it on Santiago. The rumors about his ugliness may be unfounded, but his cruelty...now that's something that has always been underestimated. Titu's tries to appear calm and collected as he takes everything in, but I catch a whiff of his fear in the air. Clearly, he never expected this and he is shaken. Who wouldn't be? That's his best friend of years, one of his best warriors reduced to a head sitting in the sun with skin mottled in blue and purple patches.