Titan Wing Monstrous Nightmare Novels & Stories

A deafening hiss echoed from the pit, carrying the stench of rotting meat and centuries of stagnant death. Then, the beast rose. It was a Titanoboa, a prehistoric nightmare that shouldn't have existed for sixty million years. It was eighty feet long, its girth thicker than a city bus. But it wasn't just a snake. The Void had resurrected and corrupted it. Its scales were decaying, revealing pulsing veins of liquid dark matter. Its eyes were dead, milky white. "Get the crystal, Elena," Killian’s voice dropped into the demonic, vibrating frequency of his Alpha form. He didn't take his eyes off the monstrous serpent. "I'll handle the worm."

Then, I took out an A3 paper from the briefcase and spread it across the table. It was a curved flight path, overlapping on the city map. "This is the flight path of the Cessna with the registration number B-10YZ between 2:00 pm and 4:00 pm on the same day. This aircraft…" I stared at him. "…is owned by Zach Airways." A flicker of tension crossed Zachary's face. Under the light, his face turned as pale as a sheet as he swallowed hard. Mike fixed his eyes on the two documents for a long time before he gradually raised his head. "Mr. Zachary, this weather report…"

"Silindra, you're making a grave mistake." I didn't respond. His error was thinking he could withhold what I wanted or get away with what he was doing down here. In one swift movement, I spread my wings, stepped forward, and rammed the palm of my hand into Titan's chest, hoping to throw him off balance. He held his ground, grabbed my wings in his clammy hands, and tried to rip them from my back. I roared in pain and drove the knife directly into the troll's immense chest, sinking it deep into his heart.

He looks to the tower where he placed me and shakes his head slightly. I truly can't help myself and do what any red-blooded eagle shifter would do. I lift my tail feathers slightly and drop a large smelly message. The white and black glob lands on the shoulder of the dragon's stupid white coat. He turns his head, glances at his shoulder, and then up to where I'm flying. I watch as he scratches his head and then walks back inside. Too bad my body waste isn't toxic. Wouldn't that be a great superpower? I bypass the original tower I flew out of and head in through a lower window. I need a weapon and must shift in order to look.

A sharp black eyebrow lifted upwards over unearthly green eyes that resembled a serpent with blood red lip set themselves into a hard line. "As you know," Cassandra finally spoke. "The committee intends to give Nathaniel Thorn and his men a fair trial. Those found innocent will be released from custody and those found guilty will be given an appropriate punishment. However, Thorn's Alpha title is suspended pending investigation, meaning the pack has no Alpha and so makes it susceptible to being invaded by another pack of rogues. Word will get out soon and it won't be long before any wannabe and their friends come looking to lay down a challenge for the title. We will have a war on our hands

I hate the look of my muscles all tense and stitched tight on my back. A lifetime of blows and bouncing back collects scars. I've had a lot of scalding showers, and bruises have become stretched and angry on me, causing pitted scars. There are no tears, but the groans come in multitude. As a monster, you learn never to accept pain. Pain only affects you if you let it. Black slacks. Black socks. Charcoal shoes are polished until they look like a crisp new apple skin. The shirt is deep forest green, which brings out the natural multiple hues of green in my eyes. Intentional. Gold flecks are juxtaposed in my iris.

DOMINIC “I’m sorry, but please explain this to me, Dad,” Viktor said, his voice low and tightly controlled. “How, in the name of motherfucking Christ, did a dead man crawl out of his grave and decide to come after us?” He looked ready to explode, despite the mask of calm he wore. His jaw clenched, his eyes blazing with restrained fury. A tidal wave of new information had just slammed into us—Viktor, Marco, Aurora, and me—and we sat there, trying to process it all with dumbstruck minds.

I knew what he was doing but it’s best he held on to the memories that will comfort him I figured. "With Titan's victory, the Purple moon was disbanded and became part of the Maroon Fang, although it seemed Alpha Titan has had a bone to pick with our family, and has shown a total disdain for dad and me at any and every time he gets and even demoted me from being a delta. I have been it had to do with the fact that mom bruised his elevated ego.”

I needed to feed my monsters or there would be consequences. “Hi, handsome. Would you like some company?” I turned and saw an attractive blonde standing next to me. Perfect. I thought to myself. She wasn’t my usual but she would do. So I started my game again. Within thirty minutes she was walking out the door with me. We walked over to my car and I held the door as she climbed in. I smiled to myself as I climbed into the car and drove her to her death. This wasn’t how I wanted the night to end at least not with this woman but it would hold off my demons for now.

"Okay, my little princess, my little prince, tickets are bought, let's go! Randi greeted the two children with their tickets and headed for the amusement park. Jenna went upstairs and squeezed into a store that was having a children's clothing sale to pick out some clothes for the kids. Just then, a group of tall, black men in suits approached in a neat and orderly fashion, and everyone backed up ten feet to get out of the way. The ladies picking out clothes were instantly attracted, and all involuntarily stopped their hands and craned their necks to look outside and discuss! "Who is that guy? Such an enormous crowd." "Wow, these handsome men are all six feet tall, dressed in suits, handsome