Titan Rival Novels & Stories

One of us will be the future Alpha of the Dark Moon. The stadium atmosphere was more exciting than ever when Titus and I stepped into the ring. The remaining arena has been removed. Titus laughed at me, "If I accidentally bit you to death, I'm sorry about it." I scorned, "I will break all your teeth, so you don't become a rabid dog that bites around." Titus smirked, "I'm not weak, but those guys before me were. Don't think you can beat me if you win against a few people. I will defeat you absolutely overwhelmingly so that you will no longer be overbearing."

My fists were clenched tightly at my sides, my jaw was set, and my head was held high with my back straight as I walked down the hallway, mentally counting each step and silently praying to whatever gods were listening that I wouldn't meet anyone on my way until I reached the door. That same door that, despite being right in front of me, seemed impossibly far away. Noises echoed from outside the building – not just any building, but the nation's media house. Outside, over one hundred thousand people from across the nation had gathered, arguing and silently waiting to see who would win tonight's game between Sunhaven and Dawnlands. They wanted to know which of the two greatest packs in the na

Let him die. “No,” Riven gritted through clenched teeth. “I am Meridian’s caretaker! Not yours. Not Saint’s. Mine.” The Warden responded violently, energy ripping through the city’s veins. The titan staggered, caught in an impossible storm of electric surges, concrete shards, and molten conduits. Vex’s grin faltered—he had underestimated Riven’s connection.

He staggered, spit red, but his answer wasn’t retreat. It was a hook. Sloppy, but real. It caught me across the cheek. I laughed, blood on my teeth. “There it is. Your first bite.” His grin was half-feral. “Then keep feeding me.” The night it happened, the pit was overflowing. Word had spread — Rival fights till death. Rival can’t be killed. Rival is the pit. The rails bent under the weight of bodies pressing close, cash flying, chants deafening.

and let the sentence stand on its own. Mireille studied me carefully. "Do you know enough about him to say that?" I opened my mouth to answer and found I didn't have one ready. "I mean it seriously, Sabine. You've spent three years as his rival. A few months of engagement doesn't erase that history. What do you actually know about what he wants from this?" "I know about how he treats me." "That's not the same as knowing what he wants." She said it gently, but it landed anyway, settling somewhere uncomfortable, that I didn't have the energy to properly check at that moment.

“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

The gold frame settled into a flawless, brilliant structure, locking the massive center ruby firmly into place under the intense heat lamps. Master Lin wiped the sweat from his brow, set the welding torch down, and pulled out his phone. He dialed Damian Vance's private number. The line rang twice before Damian picked up, his voice tense and impatient. "What is it, Lin?" "It is finished, Mr. Vance," Master Lin said smoothly, looking down at the gleaming, completed tiara on the velvet display stand. "I was able to correct the alloy ratios and stabilized the mounting frames myself. The entire Empress Collection prototype set is fully assembled."

The floorboards groaned beneath an agonizingly steady weight, moving closer and closer toward our door. "Stay behind me," Jace whispered sharply. Without waiting for a response, he shifted his body, stepping firmly in front of me to place himself directly between the unknown threat and where I stood. In the pitch black, his fingers found mine once more, his grip tight, unwavering, and protective. My heart hammered against my ribs, each thud ringing like a war drum in my ears. The rivalry that had driven us apart for months was entirely dead, replaced by a deep, unbreakable anchor between us.

I huffed to Titan. “Who are you?” Titan growled. “Huh? What do you mean?” I questioned. “Who are you? Are you Ramses? Or not?” He growled back. “Yes, I am Ramses.” I said back, still confused as to why he was asking me this. “Goddamn straight! You are motherfucking Ramses! Ruler of the underworld, and you fucking got this!” Titan roared. And just like that my confidence was back. I felt pumped as fuck. Ready for anything.

“Not everyone sees competition as harmless.” “I’ll manage.” “I know,” he replied softly. “You always do.” We talked for a while before ending the call. When I lowered my phone, his warning lingered in my mind. “Not everyone sees competition as harmless.” If really, Theo thinks this way, it will be best if I prepare my defence for this unhealthy rivalry. “Rowan!” I heard my name from across and my heart skipped for a moment.