Titanomachy Book Novels & Stories

If I fight back, Then the Hardware-Guardian overheats and kills everyone. The Siege of the Silver God Outside, in the "Real" space of the Spire, the situation was descending into a metallic nightmare. The Hardware-Guardian that Leo had "Infected" was now a Possessed Titan. Its silver limbs were twitching with the conflict between Leo’s violet Noise and Arthur’s red Command. It was a 500-foot-tall lightning rod, discharging bolts of raw data that turned the Andean foothills into "Blue-Screens" of frozen reality.

The one that would either break him completely or finally make him whole. Lightning flashed across the open marble platform at the top. In the middle stood the Titan, nine feet of pure muscle and glowing power. His skin shone with silver light. Between his legs hung the biggest cock Torvald had ever seen. Even soft, it was thick and heavy, longer than his arm. As Torvald watched, it grew hard, rising up like a thick, veiny monster. The fat head leaked shiny drops that glowed in the dark. The Titan looked at him with burning eyes. “Little king, you dare come here?” his voice boomed like thunder. “This cock has broken stronger men than you.”

The silver ash erupted. From the shadows of the obsidian statues, the Real Shadow Alpha began to manifest. He didn't use beetles or smoke this time. He used the ash itself. A hundred-foot-tall titan of shimmering silver rose from the valley floor, its face a hollow void that pulsed with a gravitational pull so strong it began to drag the warriors off their feet. "THE MOTHER... HAS SPOKEN," the titan roared, the sound vibrating the very marrow of my bones. "Celine, now!" I shouted.

I didn't know how to reply to her. “...No one out there is your friend. They're all enemies waiting to strike you the minute you let your guard down…” Mae's words filtered into my mind. I didn't realize how true that was until I saw her attack me. I swallowed back the anger and forced the words out. “Eloise.” I said, almost inaudible. But the strange girl seemed to hear me anyway. “Oh, you can talk. That's great. Wow…uhm…my name is Tana. Actually, Thomasina, but it's not the 80s anymore, nobody uses that…”

Leone sassed We all laughed as he kept rolling his eyes at James and Silas. “Well like I said, I will be over there for the weapon distribution. From what I saw from Kiara’s memory, they are really lit. Their uncle, Hephaestus created it for them. They’ve even got attires. A fucking assemble for when a fight breaks out. I really really want” Matthews whined “Haha so bad…you won’t get… I will be getting and rocking the fuck out of it” Stephanie teased “Ugh I will talk to Chaos tomorrow so I can come see. You guys have got my interest so peeked.” Richard grunted out

Hello readers! First of all, I want to express my gratitude to each and every one of you for your continued support and for embarking on this journey with me. Writing "The Rise of the Omega Supreme - book 1" has been an incredible experience, and I'm thrilled to bring you the second installment of this series.

Chapter 29 Bonnie I had been back at the Titan Kings club for almost two weeks. I had heard from Carbon, even Fury text me to check in, but I hadn’t heard from Bane. I was still kind of angry with the way he treated me, but I knew I would have to speak to him soon.

“It could be a few months, a few years, or a few days,” Jim said in response. “Boss, before Apophis truly becomes a God, we must assemble the five magic books to help you become a God.” Tyr took a deep breath and asked, “Where is the fifth book?” Jim continued to deduce and analyze with the Nostro Compass. In the end, he concluded, “The fifth book is the Torment Manuscript, but our nation is currently experiencing peace rather than turmoil.”

Though, since they don't have a figure like Hala or Machiv with them they might be a little more rowdy than us. "What are you reading now?" asks Syl as Machiv closes the book he was reading to shift to another large, heavy, and slightly old-looking book. I at least get a tiny thread of scent from the book, and I recognize the smell of weathered books that still exist now from the past. "Extended Analysis of Ovid's Metamorphosis With Magical Reference Notation," answers Machiv, holding up the book to show the cover. "Why are you reading that?" asks Syl, a look of disbelief and humor on his face when he hears the title of what Machiv's reading currently.

"The law of the Spire is absolute. A throne cannot have two Sovereigns. The Light and the Shadow cannot occupy the same space without a total annihilation of the grid. If the boy is to be King, the Titan must be the sacrifice." Dante let out a low, guttural sound—a laugh that turned into a cough of violet smoke. He looked up at me, and for a split second, the red light in his eye faded, replaced by the weary grey of the man who had bought me for ten billion dollars just to save my life.