Titus Hunger Games Novels & Stories

With intestines dangling and blood dripping, she flew into the darkness. A few blocks away from the building a young gorgeous lady is waiting for her bus ride back home. She sat by the bench underneath a semi-parabolic dome listening to Spotify. Engrossed in what she is doing, the lady is unaware of the creature silently flying above her. Smelling the scent of fresh teenage blood, Sarah ejected her long pointed tongue that punctured the synthetic dome and hit her prey on her nape. She then commenced sucking her blood as the victim struggled to set herself free. This time the girl was ready. With a sharp hunting knife in hand, she slashed at the tongue which caused it to be disengaged from he

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.

“I want you all to present them to me by tomorrow. Dead or alive. If you fail, all of you here will be the ones to die!” “As you command, your majesty,” they answered feebly. And the citizens nearby saw that, but all they could do now was watch. Titus shifted and ran away. He attacked the first man he saw on the road. And when he was done biting, Titus just continued running to release his anger as if nothing happened. The people quickly ran away as well. All of the houses and establishments Titus had passed by closed their windows and doors in a hurry. I emptied the bottle of whiskey. As the days passed by, this drink was slowly becoming my favorite. Tonight, it didn’t taste bitter at all.

I gasped, looking up at Titus’ face. My heart started racing as collective gasps echoed around the place. Slowly, Titus opened his lids, the hazel color of his eyes looked so bright under all the blood red on his face and the darkness of his hair that was sticking on his forehead. “B-But first, I-I need to get up and give you a proper engagement ring.” I sobbed and hugged him as tightly as I could. “Y-Your alive. You’re alive…” I cried as I felt his hands slowly rub on my back.

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Titus's calm, like water, hardened because of my question, but in less than two seconds, his expression returned to its original state, as I had mistakenly seen before. "Know." Titus was quick to admit. “So…” I clenched my fist, watching his expression. “Were you the one who destroyed his pack? Harming him to life is not equal to death." Titus closed his eyes, smiling darkly. “It was me who did it.” "Why do you do that?" I gritted my teeth, glaring at him angrily. Titus picked up the glass of filtered water on the table, took a sip, and then calmly said. “Does a war for territory also need a reason? I think you go to hell once, and then you will be less naive, unexpectedly still thinking so

Hunter I am going crazy here. This woman is driving me CRAZY! She's been back for less than an hour and I already want to rip her damn clothes off and claim her. Titus is super excited, jumping up and down, making me want to smile from ear to ear. I have no idea what the hell Abbie is talking about, fuck toys. What fuck toys, damn it? Does she not get it? She has no clue that she's been the only girl I've waited for my entire fucking life.

She bit her lip, ondering on the duke’s words before slowly putting the baby bakc on his crib. Minutes later, the dinner was alreayd prepared and they all ate, with the children poking on Fedel’s head, and some children asking for Titus's sword. “Wow, are you really Titus the one we heard in the books? Titus the great knight?” A little boy aske,d his eyes sparkling. Titus blinked, a bit curious. He’s not even aware of how popular he is, and hearing a book called Titus the great knight and all about himself feels weird. He’s not used to being in the spotlight. “What kind of legends?”

The Rift’s hunger swallowed everything. And then— Darkness.

MATTEO Alessandro. My husband, who might be cruel. Really cruel. He wanted me to earn my release with loud cries and pleas while he basked in the control. He wanted to be in charge, watching my body tense and strain until it would break apart under his scrutinizing eyes. He needed to see me submit, caving in under the humiliation and pleasure he offered. Yet something about the thought set me on fire as his breath fanned my throbbing dick.