Titans Slayer Novels & Stories

"You're a damn equalizer," she tries to slap me again, and I stop her, but I don't stop there. Just as she disrespected me, I feel entitled to do the same and without thinking, I slap her, leaving her paralyzed. "Don't try to touch me for the rest of your fucking life, I warned you, I won't let myself be humiliated, and I won't let a wretch like you lay a hand on me. I don't owe you anything! I don't owe you shit and let me tell you something, your son enjoys having sex with me, he follows me, he wants to be with me and neither you nor anyone else will take that away from him."

No man dared raise a blade against the fated rule of Dragon and Salamander, no matter how dark and miserable the days turned. But then, a lone ray of hope pierced through. A nameless man succeeded in taking a dragon with him to the afterlife; something that had previously been deemed an impossible task. The man was the first slayer and would only be remembered by his generic name Dragon Slayer (Toryu). His feat quickly entered the realm of legend. His story was sung and passed down in secret gatherings, lauded in soft voices around a dimmed fire. But deep down the hearts of men, it kindled a far grander flame.

Chapter 5: The Ultimate Hunt King Torvald Kane stood at the edge of the legendary Abyss of Titans, the wind howling around him like a lover’s desperate moan as he gazed into the glowing chasm said to house the Titan’s Gift, the single greatest cock in existence, a living embodiment of raw, ancient, virile power. Torvald had claimed warlords, orcs, giants, and mythical guardians, but nothing had ever fully satisfied the endless, burning hunger that consumed him day and night. This was the final hunt. The one that would either break him completely or finally make him whole.

"You demanded my son be surrendered to the abyss." "The language of rock is harsh for ears accustomed to the sun... but the world’s time is running out," the Titan’s voice trembled, and two fissures upon its face released tears of cooling magma that solidified into diamonds upon the stone. "You believe your enemies were the lords of the stars... You believe victory over the Dragon has sealed your empire’s peace... You are blind to the very light you worship." Lawrence took a heavy stride forward, planting himself at the platform’s edge, his claws clenched around his sword hilt.

He's the main hitman of the gang. "Reports" the devil ordered, and Lambo walked to the Cyber table. She put it on and zoomed the picture of a guy out of neon. "His name is Tiger, he's got the most powerful clan after ours, they're The Slayers. He's desperately looking for you" Lambo reported. "What's his use?" Taylor scoffed. "Isn't it obvious? Take him and make him an obedient kid here" Sylvester replied, and Lambo zoomed out another picture. It's a young girl this time.

CRUNCH. A massive Titan-Class Droid stepped through the breach. It was twelve feet of reinforced steel and hydraulic rage, armed with a rotary cannon. "Target: The Hackers," The Titan’s synthesized voice boomed. "No!" Aurora threw a telekinetic shield up, but the Titan’s mass was too great. It smashed through her shield with a casual backhand, sending Aurora flying into a server rack. "Aurora!" Kael screamed. He charged the Titan, risking his life to jam his electrified baton into its knee joint.

His energy churned inside him as he fought to stabilize his meridians while Godslayer's lingering energy ravaged them. Even as a powerhouse in the second tier of the martial emperor level, he felt utterly overwhelmed. Titus fumbled nervously, pulling out his prized, top-grade healing pills from his robes and quickly feeding them to Damon. If not for Damon's sacrifice just now, he would be dead. The thought filled him with gratitude toward Damon and a mixture of dread and hatred toward Andrew. "That damned brat deserves to die…" Titus snarled as he stood up, ready to rally the others to resume the attack on Andrew.

The only thing yond t knoweth is to killeth and swallow whatev'r cometh in its way. I'm afraid yond this titan is something yond coequal the king couldst not defeat, n'r thee can talketh with it. This is the only titan who's diff'rent 'mongst the rest. Whatever it swallows, it nev'r returns. Once did swallow, it's market of defeat and death.

He commented shielding his eyes from the glaring sun. "My father trained me. His methods are a lot different, I suppose." He nodded. "I'm flint, by the way." He gave me his hand and I shook it. "Seraphina." Flint was a young male, with auburn hair and grey eyes. He recently joined the army therefore he wasn't rude like the other's. He seemed like a nice male, not tainted with patriarchy, yet. "Enough with the idle chatting. Lift your spears and show what you can do!" The Alpha king's voice boomed causing us to split away to look for the spears. After training the whole morning we went for the meal and then I went to the princess's chambers.

She does not allow Celeste to mingle with other people who do not belong to their status. "Quit befriending him. You don't want him to get hurt right?" Her imposing aura is dominating the living room. She immediately turned her back and left Celeste astounded. Celeste's mom is Wensly Simeon-Klatt. Wensly is the third among the Simeon's siblings. She married Dawson Klatt when she was only twenty-two because of an arranged marriage. The gorgeous matriarch of the Klatts is a strong-willed woman. She is vicious and sometimes hideous because she wanted her husband to be the most favored among the Klatts.