Titan Rival Novels & Stories

They'll definitely be even stronger this year! [Wow, they're top students from an elite high school! They carry themselves so differently!] When Connor and I entered, the camera swung toward us. The livestream exploded, and the comments went wild. [What the hell?! Why are they here?!] [AHHHHHHHHHH! It's Anita Rivers and Connor Thompson! The joint champions from two competitions ago!] [Excuse me, but who are they?] [You must be new. Two competitions ago, these two destroyed the leaderboard! They took joint first by a huge margin and finished hundreds of points above the second runner-up!]

"Alright, alright." The Titans attempting to disable the nuclear warhead were also growing smarter, leaping into the air at strange angles to try and get a lucky shot past our shields. With half my shield gone I had to rotate my Sentinel's body to catch the bullets, shells, or plasma before anything embedded itself into my partially exposed cockpit. I took a moment to get a good look at what I was facing. One Titan, identical to the one we'd destroyed, sported four railguns, each barrel the size of a bus. It hung to the rear of the group, giving cover fire and trying to sneak shots past my Sentinel's shield.

Whoever controlled it wouldn’t just power cities, they’d buy their way into parliaments. EcoWave Technologies was already ahead in the Caspian expansion, and Rapha knew one win could crush their rivals, but two would bury them. And he wasn’t a man who liked sharing air, let alone oceans. Box Titan out of Caspian, make Gordon our banner boy in the Mediterranean. Two birds. One brutal, clean stone. Rapha didn’t need to destroy his enemies. Just corner them into chewing through their own leash. Old, slippery Gordon had desperately tried to stay relevant, so he was the perfect knife.

What's the Titan Ape to me? "This so-called Grand Titan, prancing around as 'Eternal and Boundless', I say he's nothing but a dead titan! Just a bunch of cheap tricks and a scary title, thinking he can intimidate me. Scared? As if!"

HENRY “Miss Ella, who is he?” one of the students asked. We all had our suspicions, but we still wanted confirmation. After all, how could someone this hot suddenly show up in our class? Focus, Henry! I lightly smacked my forehead in warning. Everyone turned to Miss Ella. Thankfully, she didn’t drag things out. “This is Maverick Tun, your new classmate,” she said with a smile, though it didn’t quite reach us. Our ears perked up instantly. So he really was joining us.

I couldn't get the image of me screaming under him, cumming like an idiot and even begging him to fuck me harder out of my mind. I scrubbed my neck until the skin was raw, desperate to wash away the scent of him, that mix of expensive cologne and the lust in his eyes. I leaned my forehead against the tile, letting the water pelt my back. I was Elias Carter, the captain of the Northwood Titans. My life was built on discipline, morning drills, and a reputation for being untouchable. Yesterday, I was all those things before I lost to Ryder. "Get it together," I hissed at my reflection in the fogged-up mirror. My lower lip was slightly swollen, a visible mark of my shame. I looked at the "C" on

Adrian followed, clearing the path with controlled aggression. Step by step, they pushed forward. Closer. Closer. Until— They reached it. The core pulsed with energy, its surface alive with shifting patterns. It was not just a machine. It was integrated. Adaptive. Elena looked at Adrian. “Can you shut it down” He studied it for a brief second. “No.” Her expression hardened. “Then we destroy it.” Adrian nodded. Behind them, the creatures closed in again. Kade’s voice echoed one last time. “This is the moment. Adapt or be replaced.”

That was all the permission I needed. I crashed my mouth down on hers, hard and demanding, backing her against the suite door. The hallway was quiet, the chaos from the main deck a distant hum. She tasted like whiskey and salt from her tears, and beneath that, something sweet and addictive. My hand gripped her waist, sliding down to her hip as I pressed my body into hers. What the hell are you doing, Aaron? I thought to myself. I had come to this yacht tonight for one reason only—to watch my rivals make a spectacle of themselves. Laurent Holdings was getting too bold, and the Stones family was the perfect weak link I planned to exploit.

Vera growled, her voice raspy. The room cleared instantly as people scrambled to leave. As Cole passed me, he shot me a glare and leaned in to whisper a warning, "Mylo, you better keep your mouth shut. Otherwise, I’ll make sure you die a very painful death." I ignored him and just watched Vera’s slumped back. This was my rival. The opponent I had fought for seven years. I could defeat her, but I wouldn't let her be destroyed by something this pathetic and underhanded.

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.