Titan Ocs Novels & Stories

I stopped before the heavy oak doors of the Titan’s private chambers and took a deep breath as I studied the I paused to gather my wits. Quickly, I reminded myself that this wasn't just for me, but also for my unborn child. Taking another breath, I knocked once and pushed the doors open. The smell of crushed mint herbs and burnt tallow immediately hit me. Titan was propped against a mountain of furs, his shirt hanging open to expose his chest. His left leg was still wrapped in a slightly pink linen clothes, and he had a book open on his lap. I focused on the permanent irritation I felt towards him as he raised his head.

Something that didn't belong in a "Real World." A **Titan** stepped out of the shadows. It was thirty feet tall, its body made of rusted iron and pulsing violet tubes. It had the face of a man, but the eyes were giant searchlights. On its chest, a large silver logo was etched into the metal: **AETHEL-GROUP: ASSET RECOVERY**. "Subject 01 and Donor 04," the Titan’s voice boomed, sounding like a thousand speakers blowing out at once. "You have exceeded your 'Independence' quota. Please remain still while your 'Conflict Data' is harvested."

Behind the wall of crushing black water, the true nightmare emerged. It defied human comprehension. The Titan was a moving mountain range of jagged, obsidian-like volcanic carapace and pulsing, bioluminescent purple flesh. Massive, mile-long tentacles whipped through the air, generating localized hurricanes with every movement. Its sheer mass displaced so much water that the Pacific Ocean seemed to drain away from the shoreline, leaving miles of seabed exposed before the tsunami crashed down. "Hold the line!" Jack’s voice roared over the global comms, his heavy Defender mech bracing its massive hydraulic legs deep into the Californian sand.

Titan glared. "Why not unchain me and fight me like a real man you coward!" "I don't fight those beneath me and you are beneath me," "No, you don't fight those beneath you, you just bully them!" "Be warned!" Titan yelled. "I'm not very forgiving, and the next time you cross me I'll squash you like the cockroach you are," He turned around to leave but not before clamping down on Olivia and dragging her out. "Let me go!" she screamed.

He heard they were very painful and uncomfortable, so he happily took them every month. The scent neutralizers he took were also expensive because he put them on every day. He knew only Alphas could smell Omega scents, but he didn't want to risk people finding out he was an Omega, so he also needed money for that. It wasn't like he was poor; he just had enough to come by. He didn't complain about his life, and he was happy with the way he lived right now. Those few side effects couldn't keep him down.

A hand clasped his shoulder and he looked up to find Titan beside him the rest began to gather until they were standing in a circle with the lifeless body of the Tideian in the center. "What now?" Bay asked. "We dispose of him," Titan told them. "Where?" Hiro interrogated. "To a place, no one would think of looking." Titan whistled and two great sharks appeared suddenly, making the others jump away in alarm. They watched Titan whisper things to the sharks and they casually picked up Tide and turned the other way. "That would take care of it and now that he has broken the princess's heart, I have to act fast." He turned his back to his friends. "Oh, Roan, don't be so glum, you wanted this as

I said to Titan. “Probably, man. Ok TOUR TIME!” Titan hollered, and bounded off towards the other side of the room.

“Oh gosh! They’re so handsome!” “The twins were fascinating!” “Thore is the most handsome!” “Raylie was the most gorgeous among all the Titans! Titans. That’s how our group called. Maybe because we belong to the wealthiest and most influential families in L City. Actually, our families were the biggest sponsors of Brixton University. I got bored and dismissed the students who were suddenly coming and taking our pictures with their smartphones. “Come. Let’s get out of here.” I said and went my way out of the building.

Except he was the person on the bike that night. “You’ve been following me around?” I narrowed my gaze, my fingers curling into a fist. He dipped the phone back into his pocket. “Let’s just say I take an interest in patients before treating them.” “I’m not your patient.” “Not yet,” he said, still calm. “But if I were to release the pictures and tell the world that you are becoming an omega. Imagine how the press would ravage it. ‘Tom Rivers is becoming an Omega for Gerard Vance, the man who created the Omega drug so Alphas could fall in love.” He paused, staring at me. “Beautiful headline. Do you think your father would like it?”