Titan Nightwing Novels & Stories

What kind of existence was this man? The Sword Titan was a Demigod, and he was the sort of existence that sat on the top of the pyramid in the eyes of the entire Second World. Yet, he was beaten up by the young man in front of him and had surrendered to him willingly. How powerful was this young man? Was he someone the Kim Clan could afford to offend? Tyr stood in front of the window. When he saw Nox downstairs, he was startled and couldn’t help but chuckle aloud. “Oh! It’s you!”

He sat on the wooden bench, meticulously wrapping the blade of his stick with black tape, his mind entirely locked into the strategy for the night. "Looking sharp, Cap," Ryan Cooper said, sliding onto the bench beside him, already fully geared except for his helmet. Ryan, a forward with a permanent smirk and a fiercely loyal streak, nudged Adrian’s shoulder. "Titans are favored by three points tonight. Let's go out there and bury them." Adrian offered a rare, calm smile, not breaking his rhythm. "The points don’t matter if we don't control the neutral zone, Coop. Keep your head up. They’re going to play dirty tonight."

"Give me a massage." Zoey nodded and moved to his side. Her fingers eased along his shoulders and back. … That night, after losing four men, the Titan Gang launched another attack on Building 25. Their recent victories had fed their arrogance. They saw everyone except Cyrus as easy prey. This time, they met resistance. Tony's nephew, Wayne Hackett, led the raid. He had a talent for nighttime ambushes and moved into Building 25 with eight men around 2:00 a.m.

Chris was always very confident in Night Wing’s abilities. A few hours earlier, the chopper had stopped in a private airspace where they had dropped off Night Wing and two subordinates who would be accompanying him on this mission before taking off to head towards their destination. Night Wing was dressed in his customary attire as the Commander General of the Night Empire; he wore a skintight black outfit with belt fitted with all sorts of gadgets and a black floor length cape with a Dragon and Phoenix embroidered in royal purple and silver. Similarly, he wore a mask that was similar to the other Night Empire warriors with the only difference being the silver and purple detailing that signi

In the Primordial’s wing, silence stretched thick across Titan’s study. The room was expansive, dimly lit by a few burning candles inside iron sconces along the tiled walls. Ancient runes pulsed faintly beneath the marble floor like veins beneath skin. Titan stood by the towering glass ceiling window, hands clasped behind his back as he overlooked the winding staircases below and beyond them—the ancient forest. Even from here, it felt restless tonight. His silver eyes narrow slightly. “Did the forest react to her presence?” he asks at last.

Their heads were sensor clusters glowing with a singular red eye. Their right arms ended in rotary cannons. Their left arms were anti-riot shock prods, crackling with enough electricity to jumpstart a city. "Titans!" Ben screamed, his voice muffled by the mask. "We can't fight those! Small arms are useless!" The Titans stepped onto the maintenance rails. They didn't need to walk the bridge; they had magnetic clamps on their boots. They walked heavily along the walls, flanking the team, their cannons spinning up with a sound like tearing canvas.

Repeated Titan’s doppelgänger as Hayden backed away from him. *********** Titan was beyond devastated. The water had swept Cory away. He had managed to make it to the opposite side of the bank. He had ran in the direction of the current, hoping for a glimpse of her and putting his hand in the water at intervals in case he was able to fish her out, but she was nowhere to be found. His blood ran cold. Prince Hayden was going to kill him the moment he inherited his Alpha powers which was at midnight tonight. That little human girl was the Prince’s plaything, his playmate, his property. Titan knew he intended to give the girl a title of some sort.

“You let Ghost mess this up, and I swear to God, Vesper, I’ll be waiting right here. With flowers. And chocolate. And maybe another bike for you to smash. Whatever wins you over.” Red chimes in before I can reply, arms full of bags. “You better be ready to fight dirty, Titan. Ghost isn’t the type to lose easy.” “I don’t mind getting my ass kicked,” Titan says with a grin, lifting our bags like a gentleman. “Not when the view’s this good.” I shake my head and follow him out, the air cool and biting after the warmth of the shop. Titan opens the car door with a bow so exaggerated it makes a few people turn to look.

Thanus ground his teeth and vowed to himself that once the pack warriors had them, he would tear those thieves apart and feed their flesh to the crows. _______________ (Titania's POV) Finally, I arrived in Spring Valley after five hours of riding my big bike. I maneuvered my prized possession into a small parking space in front of a store, removed my helmet, and hopped off. I was thirsty, so I decided to get a bottle of water before heading to my destination.

I held my arms out and then turned around before raising my shirt for the gun I was holding to be captured. It’s all procedures and I get it. “Hello Titan,” I mumbled as I walked in. “Your precautions still as tight as ever.” “As tight as a pussy.” Titan appeared. Shirtless, as usual. His arms have been covered with more tattoos and his chest, barely a quarter is visible at this point. “It’s good to see you,” I told him. “I could say that to your papa.” I paused, with just a smile. Titan and Wade were close friends back in the day and it’s the reason I can always walk in here for a favor.