Titanic Novels & Stories

Hayden paled. “What does that mean?” Asked Hayden quickly. “I really tried,” insisted Titan. “I’m so sorry!” “What does that mean?” Yelled the Prince, rushing towards Titan and grabbing him by the shoulders. “Where is she?” Demanded Hayden. Titan shook his head. “Titan! Take me to her now!” Yelled the Prince. The Prince was shaking. “What happened to her?” Asked the Prince. “Tell me.” “I…she got swept away in the river. The current was too strong!” Admitted Titan.

Titan ignores me. “You need to walk away from this one.” Her expression turns serious again. “Ignacio is connected to the Osbornes.” That gets my attention. “The Osbornes?” “The Osbornes.” I frown. “As in Wendy Osborne?” Titan’s face immediately darkens. “I don’t even want to know why you know who that woman is.” “That’s not reassuring.” “Because she isn’t reassuring!” Titan snaps. “That bitch is completely insane.” Interesting. That makes two people who’ve said that now.

The impact was apocalyptic. The titanium hull shrieked as it violently breached the surface of the water, tearing through a reinforced steel retaining wall at sixty miles an hour. Isabella was thrown ruthlessly against Julian’s chest, Nikolai shielding them both as the cabin flipped, spinning out of the underground river and smashing into the heavy concrete floor of the Syndicate’s subterranean docking bay. Glass shattered. Sparks rained from the ceiling. The sickly yellow lights finally died, plunging them into darkness. For ten agonizing seconds, there was only the hiss of escaping steam and the groaning of crushed metal.

"Cale. In what year did the Titanic sink?" Elion tensed. This was a factual question. Cale should know this. Unless he had traded that year for a rewind. Cale stared at Mira. His eyes were blank. "April 15th," Cale said slowly. "1912." Elion exhaled. "Correct!" Mira said. "But bonus points if you can tell me the name of the captain." Cale blinked. "Smith," he said. "Edward Smith. He went down with the ship. He was... resigned."

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.

I sipped on my Mocha Frappe, “Its chilly today” “It was over a girl” he started, abruptly, looking out the window, “senior year high school, I was maintaining my profile as the user of girls. While Edward, Ronald and a few other guys held a title of the player along with me, I was given a specific one, The Heartbreaker,” he drowned himself in his Latte and spoke as if he was recalling it all…

Dawn said while staring right at me. "Fuck off, Dawn. You don't know anything about me!" I squealed. I couldn't stand here quietly while she spouted bullshit. I felt Logan's arms wrap around me. "Shh...she isn't worth it." Dawn ignored me and kept her eyes on him. "Consider this my final warning. Stay away from Marina. Eddie, Mike, Jason, they all fell for her lore and look where they ended up? Dead and buried. You'll be joining them very soon," she hissed.

Travis yelled but I heard a dull deep voice replied back. "I'm sorry, I have to sleep now. I can't sacrifice my precious sleep for saving a low key person like him. Bye good night for now Jack. Sorry you are going to die right. Never meet you again Jack." Sebastian replied and laid back on the small boat which was beside the sinking Titanic.

The Citadel crowd, the ones who’d only ever heard Ruins-people as whispers or rumors, sat spellbound. Makan watched from the balcony, smiling like a man who owned the sun. --- The hauler hissed to a stop. Abigail gripped Samuel’s arm. “This is it.” Voices. Commands. Cargo shifting. The floor beneath them trembled as machinery lifted the hauler’s freight containers, moving them onto Citadel scanners. A thud. A hiss. Their compartment tilted. Samuel whispered, “We’re dead.” “No,” Abigail said, even as her heart hammered. “We’re in.”

She looked up at him, her eyes wide with a terror that went beyond Julian, beyond Marcus, and beyond the lies. "It's... it's not a baby, Adrian," she choked out, her voice a broken thread. "It's babies. There are two... and I think... I think I'm losing them." The "Titan" vanished in that moment. It didn't just crack; it disintegrated. Adrian looked like a man who had just been handed a death sentence. Babies. Two lives he didn't even know he was protecting. Two lives that were the only pure thing left in his world of shadows.