Twelve Titans Novels & Stories

His first reaction was exactly the same as Jade’s. After only a few minutes, Alex realized that Jade had turned out to be from some Titan Tribe... This was shocking. “The Titan Tribe is the race with the greatest physical strength in the entire universe. How can you be afraid of mere astral wind? “Get up and face the wind bravely. You can only enlighten yourself and awaken the divine blood if you endure that pain with your body, ” the Martello Celio persuaded.

His deep voice sent a pleasant jolt through me, making me weak in my knees. “Yes, sir. Twelve thirty in the conference room,” I managed, trying to keep my voice as steady as possible even though I was gracefully failing. I watched his eyes rake over my body, drinking in each detail lazily like he didn’t care of I noticed. How could a man be so relaxed and yet so intimidating? He nodded and picked up the documents I had submitted on his desk. “Mr. King has agreed to sign the contract,” He announced, surprising me. After yesterday, I was sure we had lost him, but I guess TerraLink’s reputation was hard to resist.

“Sabrina—“ “Go. I’ll call when I need help,” I cut off Titus when I noticed how he wasn’t leaving my side. He had so many rogues attacking him, but I could see how even still in his human form, he can defeat more. It’s like the strength these Warriors got from the Freedom wasn’t affecting him that much like they were affecting me. But he was making sure not to go too far away as I stayed where I stood since we got near the warehouse.

Vane raised his crystalline scepter, slamming the base of the staff against the violet alloy floor. Deep within the central sphere, a massive, pressurized piston groaned. The thousands of dormant geometric towers across the vault began to slide open, exposing thousands of pristine, black crystalline containment pods. Inside each pod hung a fully matured obsidian titan—not the basic infantry beasts from the palace, but massive, armored vanguards with three glowing purple eyes and scythe-claws that ran the length of their entire limbs. "You destroyed the factory upstairs, little Queen," Vane laughed, a maniacal sound that rattled the obsidian pillars. "But the true army was always waiting here

We drove closer. It was a small mining town. Or it had been. Now it was a ruin. The buildings were smashed. Cars were overturned. And in the center of the town standing in the middle of the road was a figure. It was huge. It was at least eight feet tall. It was covered in metal armor. It held a massive hammer. It turned as we approached. It had no face. Just a smooth steel visor. "What is that?" I whispered. "A Titan," Kaelen said. "Project Titan. The heavy infantry."

In the distance, they could see the shapes of the Titans. They were not giants in the sense of large people. They were formations. A sleeping form that was also a range of hills. A reclining figure that was a cliff face. Their bodies were made of crystal and obsidian and granite, and they pulsed with the slow, deep rhythm they had felt from the outside. They were magnificent and terrifying. And they were dreaming. As the family walked carefully through this dreamscape, fragments of the Titans' memories washed over them.

"No phase-shifting. No emotional-resonance. No 'Source-Magic.' Just raw kinetic force. Five on five. The winner takes the sector. The loser is scrapped for parts." The Battle of the Titans The Feral Six took their positions. For the first time, they felt small. Zane faced off against Malak. Zane was obsidian and grace; Malak was iron and spite. Kael faced a pyrotechnic specialist whose flames were white-hot chemical burns, not the soulful blue of the valley. The Twins were matched against "The Piston-Brothers," two entities whose movements were so synchronized they seemed to share a single nervous system.

Dante roared. He dropped the Shadow-Heir—the child floating in a bubble of dark-matter—and threw himself at our double. The two Titans collided in a shower of sparks that illuminated the entire Vault. It was like watching two stars go supernova in a closet. The "Void-Titan" and the "Red Shadow" tore at each other, their claws rending the very air, creating miniature black holes that sucked the debris from the floor. "Stop it!" I screamed, pulling a shard of the broken "Anti-Matter" blade from the floor. I didn't care about the radiation. I didn't care about the cost. I shoved the blade into the Red Shadow’s wing.

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.

2 ] ¤ Heart Chakra - [ 0 ] ¤ Throat Chakra - [ 0 ] ¤ Third Eye Chakra - [ 0 ] ¤ Crown Chakra - [ 0 ] ¤ Element Affinity - Earth [ 100 ] , Fire[ 91 ] , Water[ 50 ] ==Sentient Weapon== [Atlas] ==Soul Armas== (Weapon): [Flame Trident], [Grieving Ebony Hunting Bow], [Cursed Arrow], [Weeping Edge] (Armor): [Titania's Corslet ] [Slither-Hide] [Mist Core] (Mount) : [Cursed Stallion] (Extension) : [Titania's Memoir of Treachery] [Aves Wings] ==Soul Radix== [Grade-1 - Radix] - Clone Drift- An ability to make 2 clones and swap positions with them an unlimited number of times. After each clone's death, the user needs to wait for 2 days before he can create them again. Each clone would have a tota