Titans Spider-man Novels & Stories

we must draw him out. I stopped in front of a cell. Inside was not a child. It was a man. Or what used to be a man. He was massive. His skin was gray, covered in the geometric tattoos of the Black Lotus. But he had been enhanced. Star-metal plates were bolted to his flesh. A generator hummed on his back. He was a hybrid. Architect biology. Human engineering. He was the "Plan B" I had promised. "Is the Titan ready?" I asked.

He balanced himself on his toes and still had the watch in a countdown. He patted her head as she was on the floor shaking. “If you didn’t have too may drinks, this would have been slower” he said. “W-what are you talking about?” she asked softly. “Well poison that’s all” he patted her head again and then grabbed on and pulled her up, and put the timer in her face. “The venom of a Redback Spider causes all the symptoms you’re having now, and can kill a human under an hour. You ingested five to six doses and that could accelerate your death” he grinned.

"We'll see. I may be bring some folks back with me, so --" "Not the spider guy, please? He's just . . . it makes my skin crawl." Renata laughed. "You might want to talk to Banshee about working on that fear of yours, because I'm definitely bringing the werespider back with me if he's interested. His resume is great, his current employers are pissed that he might be leaving, and he's a total dominant man-babe! And werespiders are supposed to be near-fucking-impossible to sneak past, making them great guardians."

Ghost growls, his voice like gravel soaked in gasoline, “and I’ll make sure it’s the last fucking time you open your mouth in this club.” Titan doesn’t fight back, he just grins, stupid and smug, like he was waiting for this all along. “I was wondering when you’d show,” he says, voice light despite being pinned like a goddamn poster. “I was starting to think you’d left her hanging again.” Ghost slams him harder into the wall, and this time Titan lets out a grunt. “I don’t share,” Ghost spits. “Not her. Not a fucking inch of her.” “Yeah,” Titan coughs, chuckling as he tries to pry Ghost’s hand off his shirt. “That much is clear.”

New rap music banged and filled the air before a bright spotlight was turned on. When Titania Summer emerged from the right corner, everyone exclaimed and snapped their necks. She jogged to the stage and entered the cage while wearing a magnificent white fighting robe with hoods covering her face. A smirk tugged at her mouth as she removed the hoods, revealing her long black hair in small braids. She appeared tough and hardboiled, with earrings on her brows, nose, and lower lip. Whistles and cusses blended with the loud music, and Titania felt even hotter than her surname. She was known as one of the underground fighters who had never been defeated. There has never been a loss. She would not

“Even more than your overbearing sister.” Taylor’s eyes popped open with a rejuvenated spark. “You are more than a Kaiju,” Bonnie cheered. “You’re more than a champion. You are Taylor Yoshida. You’re Tsunami Man. Now show this giant freak show what that means!” Taylor smirked and a stream of red energy surged through Barracuda. In his other hand, Taylor summoned Vendetta and streamed blue energy from it. Barracuda joined with Vendetta to form an amalgamation of the two mystical artifacts. Taylor’s weapons transformed into Vendetta’s lower half that was attached to the top half of Barracuda. He slashed the Kraken’s fire-breathing attack and knocked it further away from the town and closer to

Jeff scanned their faces. “Jeff.” Kevin made his way to his son’s side and viewed the lifeless bodies. “What have you done?” While his father spoke from what seemed like miles away, Jeff replayed Mr. Drake’s final word. He hadn’t understood at first but was now transported back to the teacher’s lecture: ‘Many spiders have spinnerets that aid in putting out silk for their webs.’ Everything came into focus like someone adjusted the ring on a pair of binoculars. He met his father’s eyes. “You should run.”

I huffed to Titan. “Who are you?” Titan growled. “Huh? What do you mean?” I questioned. “Who are you? Are you Ramses? Or not?” He growled back. “Yes, I am Ramses.” I said back, still confused as to why he was asking me this. “Goddamn straight! You are motherfucking Ramses! Ruler of the underworld, and you fucking got this!” Titan roared. And just like that my confidence was back. I felt pumped as fuck. Ready for anything.

It made her shiver and goosebumps rise on her flesh. “Lamia,” she breathed, hating how this man affected her and how she didn’t want his hand to move. However, she found her voice and ignored the tingling sensation where their skin touched. “I’m the one that patched you up. Instead of interrogating me you should be thankful and perhaps tell your saviour your name.” The werewolf smirked, eyes alighting at her words. “I’m Titan. And I AM thankful. I didn’t expect to wake up next to a beautiful woman-”

Why is Titan speaking of such an era? “You don’t remember my grunt. My scent. Even if you didn’t see my face. I was your first. The first man who broke your womanhood. And I will be the last man,” his thrust increases but the whole of me freezes at the spot. My orgasm runs back into my stomach. My wetness dries off in her instant. Titan was the man who took away my pride forcefully. How dare I act stupid by giving him my body once again. How can I be so much of a fool?