Titan Ocs Novels & Stories

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.

“The organizations that bought your Omega, only means that the traffickers, who sold him have high connection around the government in that country, and sadly, It's pretty favored in most black market selling Omega for a hefty price, despite the government's protection” After setting back his eyes glasses, he took another sip from his mug to finish it. “Why do they keep my Omega in that state?” Rikko walked to his levitating bed and jumped back to Shaun's side, after taking something. Touching the screen and zooming the footage of his chip drones from the crystal coffin where Penelope was in. “This substance preserving your Omega has an expiration lasting in two months and half a month after

"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.

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.

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!

“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.

A lot of people believed that person because he has strong shreds of evidence, one of that evidence is Mount Colossus which is located in the northeast part of the world. According to them, the power and legacies of those titans were passed down to their chosen descendants, and they are compelling and superior. The chosen descendants have a crystal inside their heart, the crystal is the one that gives them power. However, it also consumes their strength, making them live shorter. They believed that there are twelve powerful titans living in Mount Colossus. Those titans have their duties and priorities. They are . . . Harbor, the titan of the ocean.

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.

“If I speak first, you’ll probably just agree with me; since you already think of me as the boss here, which, to be fair, isn’t wrong. But I’d rather hear your thoughts first.” “I think TitanCore is the best,” she answered, without doubt in those green eyes of hers. “From my own perspective though.” “Why?” Orion demanded, and with a smile, Nessa leaned in, like she was ready for the question. “Skyline formation Ltd. has the best success rate since none of their buildings are yet to have any fault, acceptable,” she paused, exhaling softly in the process. “But looking at it from another angle, TitanCore has just two faults since their opening, which is twenty two years ago compared to Skyline