Twelve Titans Novels & Stories

Jasper arrives with a worried look, panting as he speaks, "Scouts spotted them fifteen minutes ago. They're running towards the border. I think they're the same rogue wolves from when Alpha Axton was still Alpha. At least thirty of them." Thirty is not much compared to the warriors we have, but it could definitely cause some trouble if we allow them in, because they can harm the defenseless misfits. With the titan drink, we'll conquer even more. I look around at the warriors who have chosen to be by my side—the unweaving, the lost souls, the damaged ones, those labeled unworthy by their previous packs. These wolves are fierce, full of fire and a fighting spirit that no enemy can break. I hol

"I'm set on acquiring the Solar Titan Physique. To ensure success, I must act personally." Kendrick considered this and agreed, "Yes, the Solar Titan Physique is worthy of your direct involvement." Alberto flicked his robe. "We can't afford any delays. Let's depart immediately." 15 minutes later, several advanced aircraft ascended into the sky, vanishing into the clouds. This time, Alberto had assembled over a hundred warriors, all of whom were transcendents. Among them were more than a dozen peak transcendents, and even more impressively, two of these were seventh-rank peak transcendent warriors. These two were incredibly old, appearing almost lifeless, as if they were teetering on the edge

Even Frank would have a hard time fighting over a hundred of them, and to make things worse, Titus was a full-fledged Birthright rank elite, while there were over a dozen other Birthright rank elites among his bodyguards. There was certainly no escape for Frank, but he simply chuckled. "Hah! And I was wondering how impressive you'd be, Titus Lionheart, when you're already proving overconfident on our first meeting. Also, sending this many people against one man? Don't you feel embarrassed even if you did manage to kill me?"

Titan's eyes roamed past the gatekeepers and the guard in disgust. They all stood now, in front of the bouffant desk inside his study, trembling and shaking, cowering under Titan's fixed angry stare. Titan himself was seated, exuding calm, but his eyes radiated cold fury. He was livid. "You're all nothing but a bunch of dissolute slobbering cowards, and I should kill you all," Titan said with disdain. The men started pleading, gesticulating, and making desperate movements with their hands.

They were vibrating at a frantic, erratic frequency, matching the high-pitched hum echoing up from the deep earth. The sealed titan hadn't been an isolated beast. It had been the keystone of an ancient, continental network—a living grid of slumbering leviathans chained beneath the crust, held in a forced, centuries-long coma by the Council's parasitic siphons. By destroying the forge and plunging the primary titan into the subterranean sea, we had severed the main power loop. The circuit was dead. The prisoners were awake. "Lyra," Killian said, his dark amber eyes turning to me, filled with a grim, unyielding resolve. "We fall back to the Citadel. We gather the clans, drop the heavy portcull

Because Titan plays the long game, and he’s already decided the prize is me. We make it to the second shop after Red burns through half the last one like a woman possessed. She’s darting between hangers, flinging bras and panties at me like a lingerie-obsessed tornado, already armed with four bags full of lace and silk and high heels I’ll probably break my damn neck in. Titan follows us in like he’s guarding royalty, but I can tell he’s not taking it seriously. He stays close, sure. Arms folded. Leather cut on. Sunglasses still on indoors like some kind of damn rockstar. But every time Red wanders too far ahead, his eyes drift. And they’re not on Red.

The entire clearing fell still. He pushed her to the center of the platform, where the moonlight struck her like a spotlight. “Nightreign,” he called, voice carrying effortlessly across the trees. “I present my mate—Kaela Voss of Ashclaw.” A wave of noise answered him: applause, jeers, and sharp, ugly shouts. “Or at least,” Ronan continued, a cold smile touching his mouth, “what remains of it.” The pack roared its approval. Kaela turned on him as much as the chains allowed. “Is this the ceremony? Public humiliation?”

"She's only two months along!" I gripped Malakai's shirt, my crimson eyes wide with agony and sheer terror. "They're Titans," I gasped, my voice cracking as the skin over my stomach rippled violently. I could feel them moving, shifting, clawing. "They don't gestate. They feed until they're strong enough to break out." Malakai's face went white beneath his scars. He looked down at the smoking, bloody snow beneath me, at the way my body was literally breaking apart from the inside out.

"How is he these days?" “He is the leader of a group of Roger; he has researched countless poisonous poisons to control the werewolves under his command. Roger fought with them; he said they were like immortals, except for the head off the neck, other wounds can heal quickly, the strength never runs out, and they are extremely aggressive." I paused for a moment, then spoke my mind. “If he spreads that drug out, it will be troublesome.” Titus laughed, his eyes ferocious. "It's talented; I've been searched everywhere, but I can still develop such a large force. Once my strong hand and beloved brother, It didn't let me down."

**Ryder** Holding Demi’s hand, I walk towards the Titans. Guardians of the gateway to hell. Demi is to my right, in between Drake and I. Just in case shit goes south I step in front of her. These fuckers are as tall as buildings that you would see in New York, and I don’t want to piss them off. They are bipedal and look like giant men with only one eye, like a cyclops. They wear toga style clothing that only cover one shoulder and their waists. The rest of their abnormally muscular bodies are on display. They eye me intently, but never move to stop us from getting closer to the gateway. I guess they got the message.