Titan Wing Monstrous Nightmare Novels & Stories

It was a dream, but it felt so real. Or perhaps it could be viewed as a nightmare. Titan had found himself in a pool of blood and with his hands soiled, as he stood halfway in the waters looking at his palms in wonder. Around him, dead werewolves floated on the surface of the waters. His eyes fluttered open in shock. He sat up, unsuccessfully trying to compose his trembling. Titan stood up from the bed still shaking. He lit up a Cuban cigarette and went to the verandah to smoke. Years ago, he had learned the stupidity of ignoring his dreams.

A massive black shadow, launching out like a fired cannonball, shot into the sky at blinding speed. That was... what monster was that? Owen raised his trembling hand, staring through binoculars. The moment he did, he nearly wet himself in terror. The black shadow stood over four meters tall, its body a mass of knotted, iron-hard muscle, its skin a sickening, grayish-white color. Most terrifying of all — its back sprouted a massive pair of fleshy wings, each beat kicking up a gust of wind. "A Tyrant... ?!" Owen recognized the base template of this monster.

It was a dual-toned, grinding vibration that shook the steel rafters above our heads. Dominic appeared at the base of the transport's ramp. He reached out and grabbed the edge of the heavy, reinforced titanium door as it tried to slide shut. With a guttural roar, his biceps flexed, the glowing violet veins beneath his skin flashing like lightning. With a horrific screech of tearing metal, Dominic violently ripped the entire armored door off its hydraulic tracks, throwing it into the darkness of the hangar.

They moved skillfully, and quickly, opting to fight opponents that had still been in human form. Ambrosia fought just the same but had Tiana and Zephyr as back up. This allowed her to fight wolves as well. Zephyr's white wings were beautiful and almost blinding. I wished I could have had more time to take in their enthralling, majestic beauty. One look at them had you in a daze. I reluctantly tore my eyes away from them to look at Tiana's wings. It resembled a butterfly's with multicolors, the most prominent being bronze and gold.

"We remember the woman who rocked us to sleep. The one whose voice they recorded." Sister Marguerite made the sign of the cross. "Blessed Mary, mother of God." Daniela snorted. "More like mother of monsters." Kara's wings snapped open in threat—then stilled when I raised a hand. To my shock, she obeyed the unspoken command. Lina, ever fearless, wriggled between us to stare at Kara's retractable wings. "Are those organic?" "Titanium filaments grafted to the scapulae," Kara said proudly. Then, softer: "It hurt."

Sweat beads on my forehead. Closer. I lean forward, stretching my wings slowly so the soft, stained-glass plumage doesn’t make any sound, the dim light shining through each of the iridescent feathers and casting an oil slick of colors around me— Something grabs the collar of my shirt. Hot, moist breath brushes across the nape of my neck and through my shorn hair as I’m yanked backward. I scream and grab my dagger. But I know it’s useless. There’s only one thing this strong, this big.

I needed it so bad that I could cry. I got out of bed quicky and rushed to the windows. I slid them open and dashed out onto the balcony, immediately taking in a deep, long breath. I wasn’t normally this shaken after a nightmare. Maybe it was because I knew I didn’t have any milk this time to supress my emotions, or the plain fact that I was now actually living in the house of the man who was my greatest subconscious fear. He had already left for Mexico, but his presence was still heavy in the mansion. And everybody here worshipped the ground he walked on. Wherever he was, I was never going to be free.

Lycan Ryder, the fearsome Dragon Lycan king, has sent a note to the Pack, and in it are words clearly spelled out. 'Drancudie Dynasty vows to invade Twin Sparks Island and leave it in shambles in the nearest future.' In the note, it is stated that nothing would avert this impending wrath. However, to escape from this, Alpha Xavier was given the task of presenting a gift capable of appealing to Lycan Ryder. But then everyone knows the Dragon Lycan king of the Drancudie Dynasty. He hated werewolves, and nothing could be more appealing to him than seeing them destroyed. Their ruins—yes, their ruins—would be the only thing to appease the Dragon Lycan King.

She didn’t turn. He howled in pain and to lift her exhausted body. “Savannah,” he shook her, and in rage, for not getting the wolf he was waiting for, he bit her shoulder blade to taste her blood. It was back to normal human blood, not emitting an ounce of heat that was driving everyone crazy. “Who are you?” She questioned with her half-opened eyes. “You are my possession,” Titan growled. With her silent scream, she fell unconscious in his arms, taking the last memory of Nathan resting in the pool of blood. With her silent scream, she fell unconscious in his arms.

burning in my throat, a heat that would never go out. "Together," Dante growled, his "Void-Titan" wings snapping open. They were no longer violet or red; they were a solid, terrifying obsidian-red, dripping with the silver residue of the stasis-field. He looked like a god of the mud, ready to tear down the heavens. We reached the command ship in seconds, our combined wake throwing massive tidal waves against the Lagos docks. But as we prepared to tear through the "Diamond-Steel" hull, the observation deck slid open.