Titans Slayer Novels & Stories

Kael roared up at the falling titan— “RUNNING ISN’T AN OPTION. SO COME TAKE ME, YOU BASTARD!” The titan’s voice answered: “I DON’T WANT YOU, WOLF. I WANT THE FUSED GODDESS.” And the world shattered.

He tossed Tristan's broken blade aside, his glowing yellow visor staring down at us with a cold, terrifying amusement. "Is this the vanguard of the new era?" the titan mocked, taking a heavy, limping step toward us. "A broken general, a wounded shadow, and a girl playing with a toy sword? Your bond is weak because you rely on the light, girl. True sovereignty is forged in blood and terror!" Dominic stepped in front of me, stepping over the frozen slick of ice. He raised his broadsword with his uninjured left arm, his jaw set in iron, his silver eyes fixed on the titan's throat.

Harbor, the titan of the ocean. Atlas, the titan of the sky. Una, the titan of memories. Everest, the titan of land. Raiden, the titan of thunder and lightning. Azar, the titan of fire. Lewis, the titan of war. Ahava, the titan of love. Amara, the titan of beauty. Astrea, the titan of fantasy. Hakim, the titan of intelligence. And lastly, Hadeon, the titan of destruction. They were the children of Titus, the father of all titans.

Even now, days later, to access my powers feels like wading through mud with invisible chains weighing me down but when I do, I destroy them in an instant. “What do you want from me?” I asked, though I already feared the answer. “I want proof you’re more than raw power in a body,” Raven said. His eyes held me like steel. “I want to see the strong warrior I trained, the monster and also you in control of it.” A heavy gate opens at the far side of the arena. My stomach knotted. Titan stepped through. He was huge in size, eight feet tall, with broad shoulders enough to block the light of the day and arms spread like tree trunks.

He unleashed a massive burst of his pitch-black shadow void, wrapping his aura around the titan's arm, completely smothering the intense heat of the lava before delivering a devastating, physical downward slash! CRASH! Caelum’s broadsword bit into the titan’s shoulder, tearing through ten feet of solid granite and magma in a single terrifying display of Apex physical strength! The titan roared in stone-shattering pain as Caelum gracefully landed on his feet, immediately spinning to send a secondary wave of black void fire into its core! Meanwhile Queen Lyra danced across the floor of the arena, a vision of deadly golden light.

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.

) - Olivier Silas. When I was 8 years old, Azazel gave me this name. I had nowhere to go after my hometown was burned to ashes, and I was forced into slavery. I had given up hope as a slave who had been bought by the Emperor to serve the second prince. However, it was not at all what I had expected. "How come you don't have a name?" Azazel, the second prince, was much calmer, wiser, and mature. Even in his crimson eyes, I could sense a bit of exhaustion.

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.

I replied after a brief pause, trying to wrap my head around what he had just proposed and it’s implications, not just for him but for me also. "Why do you think so?" Karl asked impatiently and with aggression but he needed to hear what I know. "Well, whoever trained Titan trained him very well; this Titan is very different from the sweet kid I use to know. Blake remolded Titan in his image and likeness, and made an Alpha out of him. The way he talks, the way reasons, he is always alert and is most ruthless of all Alphas in this part of the world, He and Blake has the highest kill rate in the states, only a certain Lorenzo comes close. Legend says he’s got ice running through his vain" I exp

I can help but panic at his advice. “I am sorry, I forget that he is your father.” “Not that, the last part.” “You are not worried about her wanting to kill your father?” “Terrence.” “She’s suicidal, it’s common amongst us slaves. You don’t want her attempting something while on the low.” “Fuck! I have to go!” Titan sprints back as fast as he possible can and shift at the door. The unmistakable smell of fresh blood is the first thing that greets me when I open the door. “Shit! Abi!”