Titanic Novels & Stories

Azim hesitated. Then his eyes hardened. “Yes.” He typed furiously, bypassing the final firewall. 81%... 92%... Moreau’s voice snapped. “What are you doing?” Ayesha smirked. “Taking your empire.” She slammed the final command. Project Titan – Ownership Transferred. Elias Moreau – Access Revoked. A moment of silence. Then—Moreau screamed. “NO!” The system shut down. Titan was gone. Moreau’s empire? Destroyed.

It was the Sirius Star, a titan among the world's luxury liners. Rising 20 decks high, weighing in at 350000 tons, and sprawling as wide as five football fields, she could ferry over 10000 souls. It was on a round-the-world tour, just docking at Ol' Mare for a quick resupply, and tickets were selling like hotcakes. One of its exotic stops? The remote Southern Ice Fields, miles and miles away. Black Tortoise had snagged their tickets through some backdoor channels—no paper trail, slick and secretive.

The world didn't end with a whimper; it began with a scream of tortured metal. The Titan-Class Extraction Drill was a monstrosity of Southern engineering—a towering, spiral-threaded spire of black iron and reinforced diamond-grit that stood over sixty feet tall. It didn't just crawl; it bored into the permafrost on massive hydraulic treads, leaving a wake of pulverized stone and shattered ice. As its tip made contact with the outer quartz shield of the First City, the sound was a high-frequency shriek that made the wolves in the trenches howl in agony.

The business proposal trembled slightly in my hands. On the surface, it looked like an opportunity. However, in my previous life, this very document pushed me into a bottomless abyss. "My abilities are limited. I'm afraid I'm not the right person for something this important." I calmly slid the proposal back across the table to my sister, Serena Camden. The smile on her face froze instantly. "This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. Do you know how much effort it took for me to secure this for you?"

Gasps filled the hall. “Where is this?” someone asked. Lena replied calmly, “Latitude 32° north, longitude 118° east. Three years ago, this was a thriving coral reef system with over two hundred species of fish. Now it’s a dead zone.” She paused—then fixed her gaze directly on Ethan Grant. “And the cause was a cargo ship called Sky Titan. Owned by Grant Maritime Group.” The hall exploded. All cameras swung instantly toward Ethan. His hands tightened on the armrests, knuckles turning white.

Putting my right hand to my chest where it's near to my lungs I tried to bare it more. I look up at the surface one more time. It was hell. It was a scene came out from hell. Damn... Now that I could look it from here I can see the other ships. There are more ships other than the two I encountered earlier. Like the two ships, all of them are in the fire as they sinking. Because I'm underwater I can see the reason why the ships are sinking at a fast rate. In Titanic, it takes about 3 hours for it to sink. But here it might only take about 30 minutes.

and take her straight to the biggest coaster in the place. It'll be hard not to see the way her face fucking lights up at the sight. The smile on her face is large and she's doing that thing, bouncing on her heels. I can't take my eyes off her for a second. The 'Titan' is the first we hit. I watch Isabella out of the corner of my eye the whole time, so I don't creep her out. As we climb that first hill, she's gripping the bar so hard. Then we drop.

They were getting back on their feet to see the lightning pillar cut the bridge in half and both ends were then tipping downwards, Titanic style before plunging three hundred and seventy-seven feet into the waters of the Pacific below. The speedsters could only watch after having been able to rescue not more than a hundred of the thousands of people who fell into the ocean along with their cars. "What is that?" asked a grief-stricken Damon Drake. He was already clad in his yellow super suit, with a mask running over his eyes and his cheek bones, similar to the one Carol had. He had just left his wife and son back in Los Angeles when he and Carol had caught the

I am Azura. The only goddess of two elements. Fire and water. Ooops...... Right introduction, wrong timing. **************** "This is not gonna be a great day". This was all I could say to myself. Somehow deep down, I could just feel that something huge was gonna happen today. It was the same gut feeling I woke up with the day I lost my parents to a ghastly car accident. I was a hundred and one percent sure, that crazy things are gonna happen today.

I replied, acknowledging my father before looking around to see if my mother was anywhere in sight, but of course, she wasn't; she was more than likely out shopping with the twins. My mother couldn't stand being around my father and usually avoided him. My parents were not a love match but a match of convenience instead. When Lilith killed Parenthenope, Poseidon swore never to let something so frail as love get in his way again. According to legends, my father was never the same. The day Parenthenope died, my father brewed a storm in the ocean, one so strong that it caused an iceberg to appear out of nowhere in what the humans named the North Atlantic Ocean, causing the unsinkable ship, the