Titans Slayer Novels & Stories

The guy screamed out in pain, as blood started gushing out of his neck. ************************* "Noooooooooooo!!!!" Both Wise One and Herbert screamed out of their sleep, and start breathing heavily. "The Tyrant Hybrid has awoken!!" THE END Book two would be available starting from next month!

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he asked, his tone light and full of mirth but his eyes sharp and assessing under his heavy brows. "Actually, he is newly mated and doing well by all accounts." Brand tried to control the anger and sarcasm in his voice. This man would surely pay for his insolence. "I'm sure they'll have young in no time at all." Brand crossed his arms over his chest, flung his hair out of his eyes and stood to his full impressive height. He may not be the Alpha of his clan, despite his machinations, but he was still a Sköll warrior. He would not let anyone insult him, or his clan – no matter their rank. His wolf paced within him in indignation. It took an extreme act of will not to simply let the beast out t

Ethan screamed as the bones rejected his control, the careful programming the Council had installed overwritten by ancestral fury. "Impossible!" Morrison's voice over the battlefield. "Kill her! Kill her now!" But it was too late. I'd established the connection, and through it, I sang to every piece of Moonsinger bone the Council had weaponized. Across the battlefield, enhanced soldiers found their bone-laced weapons turning against them. The titans collapsed, their pilots ejected as the armor reformed into something else. Three figures of pure silver light stood where the titans had fallen—ghostly echoes of dead Moonsingers, given temporary form through their preserved bones and my living b

Its eyes were closed. "Meet Project Titan," Garrett said. "My masterpiece. A chimera. Wolf strength. Human intelligence. And zero conscience." He held up a remote detonator. "If you shoot me my dead man’s switch activates," Garrett said. "The tank opens. And Titan wakes up. He is programmed to kill everything with a heat signature." I hesitated. "You are bluffing," Kael said. "Am I?" Garrett asked. "I sacrificed my own wife to build this empire. Do you think I care if I unleash a monster?"

He drafts a message, deletes it, drafts another. There is nothing he can say that won’t sound like defense—or pity. And she deserves neither. Online, the war rages on. Supporters chant her name like a shield. Haters sharpen their language into weapons. Neutral observers consume it all like entertainment. And in the quiet spaces between posts, two people who chose each other are being dismantled separately—one by visibility, the other by doubt. By midnight, a new tag begins to trend. #WhatDidSheDoWrong Celeste sees it just before she turns the phone off for the night.

I said, pushing him away to look him in the eye “my son’s father is going to be his idol. I do not expect you to be backing out when the first impact hits you. You have survived so many bullets that I am surprised that this one hurt you this much” “Yes, I understand that it hurts, and yes, I am very well aware that some bullets hit harder than others. But you are Dante D’Angelo, son of Angelina D’Angelo, and despite you hating him, Giovanni D’Angelo. No, I never want to compare you to him in terms of morals, or the way he acts around things. But I know one thing about that fucking bastard, and it is if he starts something, he does not stop until he’s done with it. No matter what the cost is,

I manage to mutter a terrible mistake, which aggravates him further. “Don’t ever think for a moment you had a choice in coming here just because I spared your pack, and if you think me not claiming you in front of everyone would ever be a reason for you to be around other men in my pack…” He paused, indifferent about the fact that I was fighting for my life with every second that his grip was on my neck. “…Then, I’ll let you know just what I mean by you being my personal slave.” He lets go of me abruptly, my body crumbles to the floor, and I can’t even hold back the uncontrollable tears that come after.

Behind him, three suns framed his figure like Helios descending from the heavens. Silas clicked his tongue. "The Solar Titan Physique is one of the top-tier combat physiques. It's said it can even evolve into the legendary Solar Divine Physique. Sovereign Snow, you're so young and already this accomplished. You're truly remarkable. "But I don't believe the Solar Titan Physique is stronger than my Heaven Tyrant Physique! Come now. Let's have a good, full-on battle!" "Let's do it!" Gideon's blood was boiling, too.

“Do you ever feel like someone’s watching you?” Annie immediately looked alarmed. “That sounds serial-killer-ish.” “Forget it,” Lewis said tiredly. “No seriously, are you okay?” He almost answered honestly, but how exactly was he supposed to explain Derek Stygian to normal people? Yes, there’s a dangerous wealthy man with emotional instability, illegal businesses, and beautiful eyes secretly following me around while also ruining and improving my life simultaneously. No. Absolutely not. “I’m fine.” Annie clearly did not believe him, but before she could question further, another ambulance arrived carrying two more children.