Ugly Titans Aot Novels & Stories

One of us will be the future Alpha of the Dark Moon. The stadium atmosphere was more exciting than ever when Titus and I stepped into the ring. The remaining arena has been removed. Titus laughed at me, "If I accidentally bit you to death, I'm sorry about it." I scorned, "I will break all your teeth, so you don't become a rabid dog that bites around." Titus smirked, "I'm not weak, but those guys before me were. Don't think you can beat me if you win against a few people. I will defeat you absolutely overwhelmingly so that you will no longer be overbearing."

And directly ahead of them was the source. It was a nightmare of biomechanical engineering. The A****n Titan was an orbital fortress the size of a small moon. It resembled a massive, twisted metallic flower, its "petals" made of jagged obsidian and pulsing purple flesh. In the center of the structure, a colossal, glowing core was actively sucking in the Earth's atmosphere, corrupting it, and spewing out thick clouds of toxic Genesis Gas. "It's beautiful in a horrific, world-ending sort of way," Harper breathed, her Architect memories resonating painfully in her skull as she looked at the ancient machine.

Mine, man, my cardigan girl is mine! "Just shut up and get up asshole. We need to attend. I made you mark her, and now I can talk to my sweet Merida. Now get! Go and mingle with the boys. We need to keep an eye on that chick." Titus says irritatingly, making me growl inwardly. "Shut up, Titus. Let me enjoy my boo, ok?" I sneer, making him growl.

We live twice, and sometimes three times more than ordinary people are allowed to live. Our society is called the priests of Ultima. That's all we want to tell about our world... *** Let's start with me. I'm already over eighty, but I don't look older than twenty. I look like those ordinary girls who walk the streets by the hundreds. But to this I can tell you the oldest murdered phrase - do not judge a book by its cover. Take a look at my first and last name-Carolianna Epixfire. It looks like something strange, like a spell from silly newspapers.

Jake could imagine the bloodshed if he even considered giving the nightwalkers his protection. “It is cute how you think vampires and witches are the only other species there is besides your own. This shows how ignorant you have been.” Tania spoke, Eric shivered when he heard that. “What other species are there?” he asked not sure if wanted to hear the answer or not. “Giants, Trolls, and Fairies. We work with Trolls a lot; they are more like our slaves just like you take humans as your slaves sometimes.” Eric felt dizzy and balanced himself with a tree.

Ugly. "Ari," I screamed at the top of my voice, just before she could pull the trigger. "Is this what you really want?”

Titan teased endearingly. “Fuck !” San cursed as Titan suddenly went wild and tore away her soaking wet clothes. Who won’t want to do that when the triggering images of your graceful warrior mate filled your mind and turned you on even more ? Guess it was going to be a long, long night. I am not even sure if Titan would allow me to return San to her pack even after a month. Those beautifully kohled eyes keep attracting us magnetically to them and drown us in their beauty and then replaying the events that included the majestically performed Rain Dance was spurning us on more and more.

my double-layered voice screamed, echoing through the hull, shattering the remaining bronze lanterns. The titan actually paused. His boots skidded an inch across the deck. He turned his massive torso toward me, his yellow eyes narrowing as the silver magic singed his rusted armor, sending thick black smoke curling into the air. "A female of the West..." the titan rasped, a sickening, dark amusement lacing his gravelly tone. "You have the voice... but you do not have the Crown's soul." He reached up, grabbing my magic whip with his bare, clawed hand. With a single casual yank, he pulled me toward him.

Each soul had a personal demon to make sure no one may rest. “This way,” Ares grunted, traveling further into the pit. Down deeper than that of the Titans that once roamed the Earth. There in an opaque box sat one lonely Titan. A grey beard hung to the floor. Hair tangled, matted with dirt, and debris. Blood, feces, and urine littered the bottom of the box. His head hung low, chained wrists hanging his hands above his head.

Octavio added, and Titan stiffed at his position and warned him with a low growl. “No witch business, do you understand?” “She could help us,” “Or she could send her wolf away. I don’t trust her just because that witchy ass love to satisfy your human cock,” Titan exclaimed rudely. “I will not allow you to take her away from me. Not this time when these leaches, rogues, and wolves knew about her heat. They will come for her, and not more than that. I want my seed inside her womb.” Titan cleared his intentions with no hint of emotions, but when Octavio looked down at the exhausted feature, he felt something.