Titans Doom Eternal Novels & Stories

Thomas asked, his hand finding mine in the darkness. "At least five times that I can remember," Mr Blake replied grimly. "Once in the late 1800s, again during the World Wars, the 1970s, and now. Each time, she finds you. Each time, she destroys you." A chill ran down, and the memories of those lifetimes started to flood my mind, as well as tears streaming down my face.

His voice was shaking uncontrollably. "These monsters have been devouring too many survivors! Their strength has multiplied several times over! Everyone, be careful!" The entire base fell into chaos in an instant. The squad members scrambled to raise their weapons and engage the incoming tide of zombies. However, the Evolved were on another level entirely. One of them broke through the defensive line in a single motion. It locked its gaze onto Madeline, let out a guttural roar, and lunged straight at her. In that split second, something happened that made everyone freeze in disbelief.

I supported him while he was on his feet. Gosh! The drugs must have been taking an effect on him. “Kick that jerk out of here!” Raylie hissed silently. He was as if losing his strength. The servants approached Travis who already planned to get away. But Thore and the twins were quick in catching him. I don’t know what else happened and I focused on Raylie. “Are you okay?” He smiled. “Of course. No one can beat a Titan.” He said with pride. But just right after, he closed his eyes and lost his consciousness.

the Doctor who checked Catherine shouted. "Doctor her oxygen level is dropping" the nurse said. Catherine's oxygen level slowly reduced from 80 to 70 then 70 to 60. Nurse started to squeeze the ambu, while the doctor inserted the tube inside her mouth. "Her condition his too bad. We need to leave now, or else we will lose her" By hearing this Mr. Davison started to panick. "Don't worry dad, she will be alright" Timothy assured his father.

She laughed. "What do you mean?" Camille demanded. "What are you saying?" "I'm saying a lot of people will come for you in the present if you don't end the curse," Samara shouted. "Since you have a curse of eternity, your blood, if given to anyone, would make them live longer than their fated years." For how much longer? I thought and looked at Camille. I had fed her blood twice. If my blood could give her eternity, then I was glad because I was going to be with her forever.

That made her think of Chris. How they were so different. He said she was the only Potential he had ever wanted to be different with. If she was this important, why had he been willing to let her go when he thought she didn't want to be with him. He loved her. Loved her so much that he didn't want her to be forced to anything, even if her decision might hurt him. "Can't you just find another one? Humans can." "It is harder for us. As long as we are still attached to a Potential, we can't find another one. Even for dead hearts like ours, it takes time for us to move on. Sometimes it takes all the time we will ever have. Immortal as we are."

🌑 Chains of Eternity The world split open, not with the roar of an explosion but with the soft sigh of a door closing. Kael staggered forward, his boots scraping against stone that hadn’t been there a moment before. The coliseum, the night sky, the shattered earth—all of it was gone.

*Then conclude ME. The strain on the titan was unimaginable. Its skeletal frame began to crack. White-black flames leaked from its joints, turning into obsidian glass as they froze in the air. The titan was essentially trying to digest the concept of nothingness. "Ethan!" the Hunger screamed, the sound echoing across the globe. Ethan, currently acting as the bridge for humanity, felt the massive influx of energy. He felt the Hunger’s gamble. The titan was acting as a lightning rod, funneling the "Certainty" toward a single point, holding it still so that Ethan could aim his divergence.

That time, Ethan wanted a music career in the human world, but the hunters were closing in. I used the 'Harp of Starlight,' an artifact that could manipulate the flow of information, to hide his identity and keep him safe. "One hundred years ago, when Julian was designing the 'Eternal Sanctuary,' he needed the bones of the long-extinct Titans. The princess traded the 'Titan's Hammer' with a clan of ancient giants to acquire the materials for you." That sanctuary, hailed as an architectural marvel, was Julian's proudest achievement. I nearly bankrupted myself to get him those legendary Titan bones.

May you enjoy your new eternity. The one without me.