Titan Wing Whispering Death Novels & Stories

One girl and one boy, smiles on their faces as they both let the wind sway their swings. An image of a girl with long, red, wavy hair flashed before my eyes and smiled at me, very tender and sweet like it would end my immortality. Then she collapsed into the floor. The vision went black. I couldn't see anything... it was dark... yet there were whispers. "It's her..." "Puoi permetterti di perderla?" "Take her..." "Sarà la tua morte..." I opened my eyes and sat down. My hands were shaking and I was having a hard time catching my breath due to shock. Fucking dream! No. It was a nightmare!

Therefore, I never questioned him when he got them. I pushed the accelerator down, getting the car to go as fast as it would go. Thankfully, my Bugatti Chiron Super Sport 300+ was fast as fuck because I needed that speed right now. It was also a damn good thing that cops didn’t frequent these suburban areas at this time of night. “I’ll be there in eight minutes,” I told him before ending the call. My wolf, Titan, was bloodthirsty for revenge against the hunters, and I was no better. They were responsible for the deaths of a handful of our pack members.

It’s not perfect, but it reminds me that I kept going when I should’ve stopped. The wings on my shoulder were for my brother. Not by blood, but close enough. He didn’t make it past eighteen. Got caught in a robbery he wasn’t even part of. Wrong place. Wrong time. I wear the wings so I don’t forget that none of us are promised more than one wrong move. Alana touches the edge of that tattoo now, her fingers brushing over the fabric of my sleeve. “This one’s different,” she murmurs. “So are you.” She looks up at me like she wants to say something else. Like she wants to confess something impossible. But instead, she changes the subject.

“You see that launch? Precision strike. That was tactical.” “She’s a war general,” Amaya chimed in, eyes gleaming. “Tactical and fabulous. Look at her, she’s not even winded.” “She has the heart of a lion,” Xenia added solemnly, crouching down to scratch Spitfire under the chin like she hadn’t just gone full feline assassin in defense of our dignity.

(Rowan’s POV) The first thing I felt was anger. The second was worse. Panic. My Beta, Lucian, stood across my desk wearing the careful expression he reserved for disasters. “Say it again,” I told him. Lucian inhaled slowly. “Alpha Blackwood arrived at Crescent Valley yesterday evening. There are strong rumors of a formal engagement announcement within the week.” Engagement. The word sounded wrong next to Isla’s name. “No,” I said, quieter this time.

​The molten orange glare of the geothermal siphon cast long, distorted shadows across the massive cavern of Sector 00. As the monolithic black titanium cylinder fully emerged from the liquid stone, the automated cooling manifolds began to hiss, spraying high-pressure nitrogen vapor that swirled around the towering Vanguard Titan Chassis 01.

Titan murmurs as he leans in close, his voice brushing over the back of my neck like a warm threat, “I could smear that lipstick for you.” My lips curl, but I don’t look at him. “Try it,” I say coolly, “and Ghost won’t be the one who kills you. I will.” “Fine, but you know,” Titan says as he steps closer, his voice dropping just enough to let it slide over my skin like heat, “you really did go and choose the one guy in this place no one else would dare flirt with.”

Its voice shakes the earth, each word a thunderclap. *“I. AM. INEVITABLE.”* The scar on Silas’s chest *splits*, golden-violet energy bleeding into the vortex. He collapses, agony shredding his senses as the titan’s gaze locks onto him. *“Thank you, Silas,”* it booms, raising a hand that crackles with apocalyptic power. *“Your sacrifice will be remembered.”* The world whites out. Somewhere in the void, Zara’s voice whispers one final plea:

"I'll be happy to wear those claws on a necklace and those wings will look good on my wall." The winged fairy stopped in his tracks, turned, and started to head back over to me, but Tiernan grabbed him by the shoulder, hissed something in his ear, and then shoved him in the direction of the car. Tiernan and the two dark sidhe got into the car while Mr. Death on Silent Wings leapt into the air and disappeared. His shining aura flared brighter; giving away his location as he flew off.