Titan Ocs Novels & Stories

With a heavy hiss of pneumatic pressure, the titanium plate slid open, revealing a narrow, pressurized escape tube equipped with high-density diving rebreathers hanging on the wall. "Marcus, get in first," Rhys ordered, grabbing the doctor by the collar and shoving him into the tube before grabbing two rebreathers from the rack. He handed one to Agnes, his gaze locking onto hers in the dim amber light of the emergency seals. "Once we hit the surface, Torin will pick us up on the offshore shelf. We head straight for the Starfall citadel. We have two weeks before the Autumn Championship, and Malakor is going to throw everything he has at us before we step into that cage."

When ghosts show up at wine bars with warnings about sealed records? I shut the laptop. Rub my hands over my face. The weight on my chest hasn't lifted since Owen walked away and Elena looked at me like her world had just rewritten itself. Because it had. My phone buzzes. Text from Marcus: 'You up? Saw the news about the Titan indictments. That's the syndicate from last year. You good?' I type back: 'Fine. Working late.' 'Liar. What's going on?' I drop the phone without responding.

"Thunder Tempesta Physique, huh? Yeah, it's strong. Being able to tap into nature's power is no joke." Gideon nodded to himself. Still, even now, he hadn't activated his Solar Titan Physique. Oscar barked, "Marshal Snow, I heard you've got the Solar Titan Physique. Go ahead. Activate it." "You know I have the Solar Titan Physique, and you're still this confident?" Oscar laughed. "This is Kitherglen. There are snowstorms and thunder rolling everywhere. This is not the best place for a solar-heavy physique like the Solar Titan Physique. However, my Thunder Tempesta Physique thrives in this."

I needed a safety net for the Friday launch. Titan Servers was a massive, independent data company in Europe. I secretly instructed my private brokers to buy them out. My plan was brilliant. I was going to route all of the heavy AI traffic through Titan's massive system on Friday. It would have easily handled the global user load. The software would not crash. The launch would be a huge success, our stock would go through the roof, and I would look like a god. But now, the servers were gone. I opened my eyes and looked out the glass windows of my study. The early Tuesday morning sun was just starting to rise over the New York skyline. The city looked peaceful, but I felt like I was standing

“He is darkness, Vynessa.” My eyes go wide. “Vance!” “Yes, Vynessa.” “You can speak?” Goddess, Vance finally found her voice. Thank you, Goddess. Thank you so much. “You made me do it.” Scoffs in disbelief. My fingers dig through my hair. “How do I celebrate this?” “That’s the least of our worries. We have to stop Tia.” “Tia? What’s that?” “The name of Titan’s wolf.” “Woohh. So how do we stop him?”

And Nicholas Amaro had just moved his first piece. Now, it was Victor’s turn to take the board. In Titan’s apartment, the room was quite busy as the men sat close together, and their faces looked serious. Titan stood near the table, a rolled-up map of the Crimson Barrel wine lounge spread in front of him. He pointed at a narrow alley behind the building. “This is where we enter,” he said. “No cameras. It connects to the storage room.” Eddy leaned in. “And how do we start the fire?”

“Away from here. When I shift into Titan, don’t play, get on him and hold on for your dear life.” I nod and ask no more questions until he shifts. I have seen him do this so many times but it’s still so… enticing. I am tempted to hug and run my hands on Titan’s beautiful fur but Omario was clear on the urgency of the situation. Titan knows too because he does not try to lick my face as usual but lowers himself down for me to get on him. He sprints westwards at the fastest pace I have ever seen. I hold on around his neck and keep my eyes shut until he comes to a stop and shift back. That’s when I see Terrence sprinkling a lot of blood on the forest floor.

"How were you able to identify it at all?" Dennis seemed to remember then that she was still fairly new to the operation and he calmed himself down to explain. "You see, Miss Months, every item in Olympus's storage has been tagged with a Doomsday beacon, which as the name implies, is only activated when said item is activated in a such a manner as to be classified as a doomsday.

something Celeste had said verbatim in an award speech. “Coincidence?” Celeste asked, but her voice was too small for the word. Jade’s eyes softened, just a flicker. She reached out, squeezed Celeste’s ankle through the blanket. “Maybe. But I’ve been at this too long to trust coincidence. Someone’s got her packaged perfectly to slide into your slipstream.” Damien stepped forward, tapping Jade’s screen. “Look at the outlets running this. Titan Media. Capital Entertainment. All the Sinclair competitors.”

The introduction went like this. Titan: My name's Titan. Fifteen. 80kg. 5 feet 4 inches. I know I'm fat, so don't dare talk behind my back about it or experience the most excruciating pain you've ever experienced in your entire life. This is not an empty threat, mind you. I'm effin serious. Next!