Titans Myths Novels & Stories

“Why would you enter Tartarus?” Odysseus doesn’t hesitate. “You must know what’s happening in the world above. A great war brews. The dark gods have seized control, imprisoning all others in Tartarus. They mean to destroy everything your father and mother created. These heroes intend to stop them. I am their guide.” Briareus grunts. “Tartarus has grown lately. But why should I care for the world above? They care nothing for me or my brothers.” Here it comes—the deal. Gods and Titans always want something.

The Binding Long before concrete cities scraped the sky and steel machines roared through the night, the world was ruled by monsters. Not beasts of flesh and fang, but titans of chaos — born from the void, from the nightmares of gods. Among them was one who could not be slain. A god-eater. A storm wrapped in fire and rot. His name was Typhon. The old pantheon rose to meet him in battle, and the world burned for seven years. When the smoke cleared, Typhon had fallen. Not dead — he could not die — but sealed beneath the earth by chains forged in the fires of Olympus, guarded by flame, by blood… and by loyalty.

"About a great city that is said to have existed thousands of years ago long before the advent of any other advanced civilization. According to him, from the dialogues in his literary work Timaeus and Critias, it was a city populated by a noble and powerful race and so advanced in its time. It was told that the city displeased the Gods for their arrogance, bringing about its cataclysmic destruction in the deities' powerful hands. In one violent surge, the tides rose and swallowed the great city. The island, its people, its memory, lost forever," Lindsey looked up at the dumbstruck audience. She could feel them gripping their seat handles, canes and wine glasses. "This was a legend no one can

Taking it, he willed us to Tartus. Since having Uriel in my life, I hadn’t been back to my stomping ground. The sulfur filled my lungs, the burning flesh wafting in the air as we walked over the burning coals. Demons ran as they saw father and I coming close to the rim of the pit. The pit inside held the Titans, Kronos and some of the most vile of people. Those who had abused children, women and other men, sexually, with hands and fists, mentality weakened by unworthy parents all resided here. Since father’s mating to mother, he changed the rulings who could stay. Not just the Titans and evil supernaturals, but gods and humans too.

I yelled at her, my heart beating so fast that it would pop out any moment. "You saw?" She asked, chuckling. "What sa- WHAT IN THE WORLD WAS THAT?!!!! HOW?!" "I told ya, you'll develop a potus soon. You could have it since birth only if you weren't a halfling. There are many more powers in you which you have to explore yet, that was not even a bit of your powers." She said, looking at me with unreadable emotional eyes." You're a satangel's daughter Athena, your mother's a complete satangel unlike your second mum, Bethany. And I'm a complete satangel"

Maya had once remarked that watching Titan and Ryan walking was like looking at two Greek gods walk down the street. "I had to wash up," Titan said. Ryan leaned back in his seat. "You know how strange it is to be walking around with bloody arms and hands at noon?" Titan shrugged. " I don't care," "That's your biggest problem, Titan, what exactly do you care about?" "Leadership, a legacy…" "And what kind of legacy would you say you are leaving behind for your people?" "Do I look like I'm in the mood for a lecture?" Titan snapped. "You're never in the mood for anything, but honestly I want to know why you came in looking all bloody like that?"

It's a good thing that I know the place. I use the shortcut, the underground tunnel hidden in the roots of the biggest trees. It connected to the figure that history has it believe a diety itself place it to the ground. “Are they place it here for us to praise?” One may ask out of curiousity and suspicious. Others may roll their eyes and look down to all believers of the thought legend. Only few will answers with certainty, “It's hope place in this hellish world of humans. So one thing mankind can do is to praise them, for the hopes they cover the land of the hellish.”

Flame replies. I chuckle at the first part of her answer. The titans were starting to get out of hand, and the gods had no idea how to handle them or what to do with them. The triplets stepped in and gave the titans their own realm, with the deal being that they would never be able to leave that realm, and if they ruined it, they had to live with it. I guess it has gone well so far. The second part of her answer isn't sitting well with me.

He liked the name 'Moriah', so he decided to wipe his real name off for ever. "You will not win against me, Hadassah," he shook his head. "I have risen again, you are nothing compared to my power. My existence was prophesied and also," he waved his hand at the dead bodies and blood. "These lives were also prophesied, they were meant to be dead," he grimaced like a beast. "There is nothing which can stop me, because I AM THE LORD OF LIFE! I am immortal and I CAN NOT BE KILLED!"

The war and death goddess did not care how many worlds she would have to vanquish in order to have them all. “In certain accounts told across different universes, these battles have been jotted down in history and mythological books as a Titanomachy. A battle of the gods against the Titans, hence the name. In this Titanomachy, the gods are believed to have defeated the Titans but all that takes a turn in this story. In this universe. The righteous gods lose the war.”