Titans Slayer Novels & Stories

Vane raised his crystalline scepter, slamming the base of the staff against the violet alloy floor. Deep within the central sphere, a massive, pressurized piston groaned. The thousands of dormant geometric towers across the vault began to slide open, exposing thousands of pristine, black crystalline containment pods. Inside each pod hung a fully matured obsidian titan—not the basic infantry beasts from the palace, but massive, armored vanguards with three glowing purple eyes and scythe-claws that ran the length of their entire limbs. "You destroyed the factory upstairs, little Queen," Vane laughed, a maniacal sound that rattled the obsidian pillars. "But the true army was always waiting here

It had waited since the world was young. Now it knew the flames were burning again. Its time had come. Back in Crimson Ridge, Elizabeth met with her war councilIsolde, Jaxon, Kieran, the Flame Order’s eldest, and the emissaries of three other High Packs. “The Titans,” Isolde began, gesturing to an ancient map, “are not gods. They are forces. Older than shape or time. Born in the void before creation. The Moon Goddess didn’t destroy them she bound them beneath the elements.”

They were vibrating at a frantic, erratic frequency, matching the high-pitched hum echoing up from the deep earth. The sealed titan hadn't been an isolated beast. It had been the keystone of an ancient, continental network—a living grid of slumbering leviathans chained beneath the crust, held in a forced, centuries-long coma by the Council's parasitic siphons. By destroying the forge and plunging the primary titan into the subterranean sea, we had severed the main power loop. The circuit was dead. The prisoners were awake. "Lyra," Killian said, his dark amber eyes turning to me, filled with a grim, unyielding resolve. "We fall back to the Citadel. We gather the clans, drop the heavy portcull

His first reaction was exactly the same as Jade’s. After only a few minutes, Alex realized that Jade had turned out to be from some Titan Tribe... This was shocking. “The Titan Tribe is the race with the greatest physical strength in the entire universe. How can you be afraid of mere astral wind? “Get up and face the wind bravely. You can only enlighten yourself and awaken the divine blood if you endure that pain with your body, ” the Martello Celio persuaded.

He slid his severed finger inside his jacket pocket. "Let me out. You need all the help you can get," Titan said and kicked the crystal cage programmed to absorb every force applied to it. "I've seen them kill! They're monsters!" Selena made a mental note that if ever they get to survive this encounter, she'd ask this guy how he managed to evade the hunters for this long alone. Titan gasped when without even batting an eyelash, she shattered the cage into gazillion pieces that produced a kaleidoscope of light. It emphasizes her ethereal beauty that even Titan, who deemed himself loyal to his dear Lyka, was utterly awed at the sight of her.

With a sharp tap of my toe on the jade stairs, I leaped into the air. Then, I completely released the abyssal demonic energy I had been suppressing within this mortal shell. A tsunami of black demonic flame erupted, in the blink of an eye blotting out the sun and plunging half the Canonization Platform into the shadow of an endless night. It was the purest form of chaotic energy. A single touch would cause a celestial's bones to crumble to dust. The celestial soldiers at the front did not even have time to scream before they fell in droves, like puppets with their strings cut.

she admitted. Brandon flew over to where the first Assassin lay on the ground, intending to take him out before he got his faculties back, but by the time her uncle arrived, the man was stirring enough to defend himself. A Hunter could always kill a Guardian, regardless of what sort of ammunition was in use. The only way a Guardian could kill a Hunter or a Hunter could kill another Hunter was with titanium. “What are they using?” Jo demanded Scott answered, “Titanium.”

The huge man towered over the pack doctor, reinforcing the very clear differences in shifter factions, and although his voice was low as he spoke to the other man, Adrastus's message was loud and clear. "Titan is a part of my horde, and one of my closest friends, if I let you do this and she dies, I won't stop at just killing you, I'll keep going, hunting every generation that carries your blood in their veins until your whole lineage lies dead in the Earth. And then I will move on to anyone who dares to speak your name until the only thing left to tie you to this Earth will be your rotting corpse as I scatter body parts throughout the world, making sure no one has any place to remember the

Hilarion invited with eager eyes. Snow White looked at each of them. The seven Titans were so different. Vanguard was decisive and commanding. Grimm was fierce. Hilarion was bright. Storm wore glasses and had an elegant air—Vanguard mentioned he was a doctor. Slake always looked sleepy but was their best hunter. Bane looked terrifying with his tattoos but had a kind smile. And the youngest, Draven, was the quietest. They were all massive, muscular, and ready to protect her. "Princess..."

“You’re no ordinary kid. Who are you?!” Damn it! Tuckson had not mentioned that the person he was to kill possessed such abilities! “Just a countryside kid repaying his mentor’s debt,” Kayson said before he went up, planning to finish Titus off from a close distance. A flurry of expressions washed over Titus’ face as he snarled, “I refuse to believe that you’d break through my steelification!” He threw a punch hard as steel at Kayson. “Do you think it’d be tough to crack your tortoise shell?”