Titan Slayers Novels & Stories

Its roar shook the Rift, and its red eyes fixed hungrily on the group. Morgana raised her staff, her laughter reverberating through the chaos. “You wanted to stop me? Let’s see if you can survive what’s coming.” The shadow titan lunged, its massive claws slicing through the air. The group scattered, barely avoiding the blow that sent debris flying in every direction. “Alex!” Elysia screamed as she sent a blast of water at the titan, only for it to dissipate harmlessly against its body. “We need you!”

***AUTHORS NOTE*** Thank you all for reading chapter 1 of Buzz! This is book two of the series, The Titan Kings MC. Please make sure to check out book one, Axel, only available on GoodNovel.com.

The Titanium drones were not clobular guards like the machines of ashes. Warlords. They were slender, silent and lethally precise. As soon as Kael pressed, they opened the fire. Grellblauen Plasma-Salven swipe through the server forest and left the black obsidian floor where they slew, slew. “Deckung!” I cried and ripped Nova behind one of the massive, amber-coloured Light columns. The ice-cold avatar observed the chaos from his platform with a

He let out a guttural, metallic roar that shook the dust from the high black prism towers and lunged through the smoke directly at Vane’s throat. "Lyra! The control lines!" Natalia shouted, her voice cutting through the rising cacophony of the awakening titans. Across the cavernous vault, the thousands of black crystalline containment pods were actively grinding open. The three-eyed obsidian vanguards inside were shifting, their massive armored limbs twitching as the green nutrient fluid drained into the lower sluices.

He was laughing—a cold, mechanical sound that chilled the marrow. "You think the 'Titan' is your salvation?" Thorne gasped, his body beginning to turn a solid, glowing "Silver-Crest" white. "He is the 'Sun-Eater's' final form! By giving him the engine, you have just initiated 'The Total Liquidation of the Living'!" Kaelen’s eyes didn't just glow; they "Detonated." The gold-and-sapphire light turned a solid, light-drinking black. The Genesis-Titan let out a roar that wasn't a greet, but a "Sovereign Command."

Raven leaped forward, her blade cutting through shadows like a streak of blue lightning. --- Clash of Titans The Shadow’s master finally appeared on the battlefield—a towering figure cloaked in living darkness, eyes like burning coals. Its aura radiated power older than time itself, and the ground beneath it cracked under the sheer weight of its presence. “You are Alpha King,” the being’s voice boomed, echoing across the battlefield. “You carry the blood of the Ancients. But will it be enough to stop me? I am the darkness that predates worlds, and I will reclaim everything!”

"Move!" Dax roared, shoving my father toward the stolen SUV. "The ceiling is coming down!" But the loading dock wasn't empty anymore. Standing between us and the exit was a nightmare of chrome and hydraulics. A Titan-Sentinel. It was twelve feet tall, a bipedal tank with a rotary cannon for an arm. In the original timeline, this thing had killed three of our best riders. It had taken us six chapters to figure out how to scratch its paint.

He drafts a message, deletes it, drafts another. There is nothing he can say that won’t sound like defense—or pity. And she deserves neither. Online, the war rages on. Supporters chant her name like a shield. Haters sharpen their language into weapons. Neutral observers consume it all like entertainment. And in the quiet spaces between posts, two people who chose each other are being dismantled separately—one by visibility, the other by doubt. By midnight, a new tag begins to trend. #WhatDidSheDoWrong Celeste sees it just before she turns the phone off for the night.

“They disappeared.” I grip the blanket tightly, my knuckles aching. “She didn’t just take the throne. She cursed me. Every time I reach eighteen, I die. Every single time.” Martha stares at me, her expression softening with pity. “You’ve had a terrible dream, Ethan. Let’s not—” “I’ve lived it,” I snap, my voice sharper than I intended. “Six times, Martha. I’ve lived it six times, and every time, I die before I can fix it. She’s taken everything from me—my father, my brothers, my throne… Jane.”

It was the Mother’s face, but it was melting, her code corrupted by the ship’s destruction. "IF THE EXPERIMENT CANNOT BE ARCHIVED, IT MUST BE CRUSHED," the Mother’s voice boomed, sounding like the grinding of a million gears. The woman with the spear stood up, her face pale. "The Titans," she whispered. "The Mother is waking the old 'Terraforming-Walkers.' She’s going to flatten the coast." Elara looked at her pack. They didn't have their powers. They didn't have their armor. They only had their raw, human hands.