Titans Slayer Novels & Stories

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.

But after years of repeated pregnancies, my body was weak and fragile. He easily grabbed my neck and slowly crushed my windpipe. He told me that the daughter who had been sent away had already died of illness long ago. Everything went black before my eyes, and I violently coughed up blood and died. After my death, he threw my and my daughter's corpses into the wilderness to be devoured by hungry wolves. He then ceremoniously married Briar, who was five months pregnant. Damien was focused on getting sons to inherit the throne, but I learned that I had awakened the Creator Goddess bloodline after my death, and my daughters would have inherited ancient power to end this apocalypse.

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.

They walked in and Damien and Chad stopped talking and brought their attention to the men that had just come through. They were also talking about them wondering who they were. “It is good to see you both awake, I am Tylor alpha of the Blood Moon pack, and this is the famous hunter, Derick. The king asked us to help you out while you are here.” Alpha Tylor did the introductions. “Thank you both for your help, if you had arrived a minute later, we would be dead by now.” It was Chad who spoke.

Unexpectedly she was in Vampire's World during the early years of her formation 6000 years apart from her time. During this period there existed those who were even more noble than the pure-ancestral line. According to history, there are 8 ancestors, headed by the first - Lord Zos. This girl is called the third, then it can only be Titania. Brawen doesn't know her well, but posterity praises her more than cult followers praise their supreme being. Specifically, Titania, although not as strong as the first and second, but she is extremely beautiful and noble in the world. In terms of strength, in the whole world, only Lord Zos and Hidden Emperor* Vincent can defeat her.

And now, years later, he wants to capture her, break her and mould her into his perfect, little plaything. Alejandro Genovese is the Hades of the Underworld; he is the Lucifer of Hell. He holds the ultimate power over the Cosa Nostra as his presence incites nothing but fear and bewildered respect amongst people. He feeds off of utmost violence and pain of others, and he'll treat his plaything no differently.

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.

"Look at all the facts for those of you who are still hesitant to support us. The sweet Princess we used to know has a monster's heart! She went to great lengths to punish each woman because she thought they're prettier than her! What the hell is wrong with that reason?!" He cried out, his eyes looked sorrowful and desperate as Azazel looked at him from above the building and smirked. "He's good at this." He said, directed to Ethan who was standing in the centre of the crowds, convincing the clan and added more hostility. "I-I was originally hesitant about this plan." One of the men cautiously raised his hand and spoke up while holding the paper. As he faced Ethan, his eyes were teary. "Howe

I say, but still, I make no move to go. “Do what you gotta do, but you need to talk to the humans. I know you’re thinking you can track the hunters, but it’s been almost a full day, and we’re dealing with an organized and well-funded operation. There’s not gonna be signs; I don’t care if you are The Mercenary.” “That’s a dumb fucking nickname,” I say. Killian grunts in agreement. “I don’t do it for money.” It’s always bothered me that the young ones make up shit to call me, but I understand the impulse. Haunt of the Hills is less scary than the reality that exile sometimes isn’t punishment, it’s necessary.

His tone was like ice, stripped of anything human. This wasn’t the Alexander who tucked the blanket over me before leaving in the morning. The one who took me outside when I couldn’t stand being shut in. The one who stood beside me when I was scared, who made sure I ate. That man was gone. Standing before me was the Wolf Slayer, the cold, precise killer who had ended so many lives. The title alone sent a chill crawling down my spine. “I want to know why he was here when I told you I didn’t want you two together.”