Titan Slayers Novels & Stories

He tossed Tristan's broken blade aside, his glowing yellow visor staring down at us with a cold, terrifying amusement. "Is this the vanguard of the new era?" the titan mocked, taking a heavy, limping step toward us. "A broken general, a wounded shadow, and a girl playing with a toy sword? Your bond is weak because you rely on the light, girl. True sovereignty is forged in blood and terror!" Dominic stepped in front of me, stepping over the frozen slick of ice. He raised his broadsword with his uninjured left arm, his jaw set in iron, his silver eyes fixed on the titan's throat.

Brand had forgotten what it felt like – the all-consuming need for the blood of his enemies to be spilled on the ground at his feet. Brand shook his head another scream was silenced as he ripped out another throat. The blood dripped from his long snout as he took a breath and looked around him. Leather-clad warriors lay around him, some with eyes open staring at the sky as if looking for the Valkyries coming to take them to Valhalla. Brand snorted. Good luck. He couldn't believe the gods would want any of these followers of a deranged leader in their feasting halls.

Behind him, three suns framed his figure like Helios descending from the heavens. Silas clicked his tongue. "The Solar Titan Physique is one of the top-tier combat physiques. It's said it can even evolve into the legendary Solar Divine Physique. Sovereign Snow, you're so young and already this accomplished. You're truly remarkable. "But I don't believe the Solar Titan Physique is stronger than my Heaven Tyrant Physique! Come now. Let's have a good, full-on battle!" "Let's do it!" Gideon's blood was boiling, too.

They are no longer called warriors by the time, some people assume that they should be the Gods, but finally the people named them as the Earth Demons. When the East Continent was on the verge of collapse, God sent seven knights to punish the seven Earth Demons. The greatest battle in history ensued. The seven heavenly knights were in fact unable to defeat the seven Earth Demons. Legend has it; the seven celestial knights in the end issued the Move they feared the most. The Move's name is Destroying Disaster Move. Not only can destroy the enemy, the Move will also destroys the knights who have been sent by God.

the dragon snapped, “You don’t. You outlast it. Try to channel, and you’ll crack your own skull. Hold the power, guide it, let it burn itself out through you.” Easy, Zayla thought, and almost laughed. The light outside the sanctuary reached critical mass; the stained-glass window overwhelmed inward, showering them all with diamond-tipped snow. Through the blizzard, Zayla saw the prophecy in living color: two armies marching toward the sanctuary, one boiling up the valley in banners of black and flame, the other pouring from the city in a tide of blue and silver. In between-strung between, pain like a wire waiting to spark—stood Zander, the Slayer General, not dead after all, his body restore

Arriving at the council,she was face with the Angry glaring eyes of all the council members on her ,she walked down to her throne with her guards by her side . She then climb to take her sit as she stares at the blaring eyes of alpha Jordan upon her . She then smirk at him ,as he smirk back ,not ready to burst out of anger . "When should we be expecting the slaves? ,and the invasion,when will it be done ?"Elder Edwin asked ,he was running out of patient . "I have said this before,I will say it again,no pack invasion and no slaves ."she said ,with an air of authority causing,the council elders to remain quiet as they stares at her.

New rap music banged and filled the air before a bright spotlight was turned on. When Titania Summer emerged from the right corner, everyone exclaimed and snapped their necks. She jogged to the stage and entered the cage while wearing a magnificent white fighting robe with hoods covering her face. A smirk tugged at her mouth as she removed the hoods, revealing her long black hair in small braids. She appeared tough and hardboiled, with earrings on her brows, nose, and lower lip. Whistles and cusses blended with the loud music, and Titania felt even hotter than her surname. She was known as one of the underground fighters who had never been defeated. There has never been a loss. She would not

I want some Ray. I've been planning to get more of him ever since I returned to my chambers, staring at their lovely red walls, the same color as sweet crimson honey. I bathed, acting as if I were to sleep, putting my change of clothes underneath my pillow. My lifesaver sits at the entrance of the door and I am ready to go. Yet Dante won't sleep. I've had enough. I need some Ray.

The trio had moved in Tyr’s direction and had him circled in a triangular shape while Banjee was talking, preventing Tyr from taking advantage of the opportunity to flee. Tyr first glanced at Banjee, then at Barbarian King. Finally, he fixed his gaze on the Sword Titan. He said, “Sword Titan, l spared your life last time. Why do you insist in involving yourself in this matter?” The Sword Titan’s expression turned grim. He said coldly, “Tyr, cut the crap! I’m a Demigod too. How can you humiliate me whenever you feel like it? Today, God answered my prayer and allowed me to bump into you. Naturally, I’ll team up with Banjee and Barbarian King to slay an arrogant b*stard like you!”

The flesh underneath froze instantly. Titan staggered back. It clawed at its chest but its movements were stiff and jerky. The ice was spreading. I did not stop. I grabbed a loose metal bar from the floor. I swung it like a baseball bat. I hit the frozen armor on its leg. Crack. The leg shattered. It crumbled into dust. Titan fell. It toppled sideways. It hit the railing of the catwalk. The railing gave way. Titan fell over the edge. It fell silently. It was a frozen statue tumbling into hell.