Titanic Novels & Stories

Sure, but I need a minute with you. And just like that, they both left leaving me with the little Denny and the woman who was cooking. The kitchen was beautiful and incredibly equipped, by the size of that property you could be sure that the vampires told the truth when they said that the Hawkins were rich. "Sit here." the boy said curling up with the words.

After half a minute, the scene finally calmed. Upon catching sight of Adrian, the crowd’s attitude underwent a complete transformation. The madness and confusion that had gripped them vanished entirely, replaced by gazes of gratitude and reverence as if he were their savior. Adrian could only shake his head helplessly in response. With the commotion subdued, he finally had the opportunity to approach the window and gaze outside. Twenty boats were drifting out on the sea, steadily moving farther away from the Titan cruise ship.

Tasha explained, her already big, brown eyes, now the size of dinner plates. Myself and my three ranked members just stood there, staring at Tasha and Channing, our heads tilted, brows furrowed and mouths slightly open, like we’re dogs staring at a ceiling fan. After a moment, I shake my head, bringing us all back from our states of confusion.

Dante clutched a heavy titanium wrench he had scavenged from the pump room, using it as much for a walking cane as a potential weapon against whatever awaited them. The structural integrity of Tartarus was failing at an exponential, terrifying rate. Massive titanium support pillars, designed to withstand unimaginable deep-sea pressure, were now buckling under the combined forces of oceanic weight and extreme thermal shock. Jets of scalding steam erupted spontaneously from ruptured coolant lines, forcing Dante and Elara to constantly halt and alter their path. They navigated by the flickering, blood-red glow of the emergency lights, casting long, frantic shadows that danced like specters agai

Dominic surfaced right beside me, his good arm hooking under my shoulders, hauling me up onto a floating wooden pier section that had drifted away from the burning warship. Zane dragged Maeve onto the pier a second later, coughing up sea water, his black Alpha aura flickering weakly around his soaked clothes. Tristan pulled himself out of the water last, his face grim as he wiped dark sea-foam from his eyes. We turned to look back at the leviathan warship. The explosion had blown a thirty-foot hole in the stern, painting the night sky in bright, violent shades of orange and yellow. Through the roaring flames, the nine-foot titan stepped out onto the burning deck, entirely unharmed by the bla

She reached the pier just as a jagged, blackened sphere broke the surface of the cove. The Abyssal Sabotage looked like a "Recycled" scrap heap. The titanium was scorched, the porthole spider-webbed with "Tension" cracks, and the "Manual" ballast tanks were venting a final, "Low-Frequency" hiss of defeat. The Human Error of Survival The hatch groaned open, and a cloud of "Analog" steam billowed out.

The big diamond chandeliers, extravagant ceilings with crown mouldings and golden intricate designs, the floors all pure black marble and I saw sharks in a massive tank. He led me to an elevator and we both got in together. I couldn't say anything as the elevator moved several floors, each floor better than the previous. And it let me know that the more money you had, the higher the floor. Until we reached the final floor, I assume, and the elevator doors opened. Before me, red rose petals had been thrown on the floor along with a trail of candles that led all the way to a table that Octavious sat at. It was the only table on the floor.

I said, putting my hand as I try to stop Caspian. “What do you mean?” Vladimir asked me. “Amilia’s deceased mate... was your father, Vladimir. Neculai or better, said Marcus Neculai Karatza.”

Finish Minnie, smirking. "But nice try though," Johan smirked. "Good job," says a voice that clearly is from a voice changer. We all look back to the television, the screen is now purple. "You may enter, liberos meos." I smile proudly, watching the wall behind the desk slowly opens to a tunnel. Still smiling, I enter the tunnel behind Kelly and Britt. I was so proud of myself after taking down Hade, that I didn't notice Scout was tense ever since La Reu spoke.

TAKEN fifty one Stella didn't have a choice this morning, Marcus has gone mute since last night, he wasn't trying to stop her from abortion. She didn't believe that's what he really wanted, but it was all for her own good in some type of way. If Marcus wasn't stopping her, it definitely means he was going to accept her after she got rid of the baby. There was still hope somewhere. She had woken up as early as possible before Marcus woke up, She had dressed and left him a note about her visit to the hospitality. She hoped he reads it on time and stops her.