Titans Fall 2 の小説・ストーリー

"Rook!" Romeo and Juliet ran after him immediately. Jeremy on the other hand bursted into an hysterical laughter, walking out of the room with his two hands in pockets. He went downstairs where more than thirty Titans are. They take in new members everyday, so the ones that died in Forte got replaced already. "Say cheers to your new leader!" His voice came loudly, and everyone of them stood in apprehension. "Jeremy?" A girl scoffed, dropping her smoke.

I did not care at that point as I was feeling like whatever wanted to happen should, and at the end of the day, I will come out of it unscathed. “What! Alana! What do you mean? Why would you even come to that conclusion! This is ridiculous!” Titan said all at once as he stood up from the bed leaving me on it alone. He looked like he was being chased away or he was running far away from a deadly virus, and the expression on his face embarrassed me. It was so clear on his face that he was not cheating but he had the tendencies to, because he was not completely confident and I did not know what to think.

*** I returned to New York on Monday , despite my cousin's worries because apparently even emotional devastation had scheduling requirements. Lena called it “necessary optics.” Victor called it “professional responsibility.” Coach called it “getting your ass back where it belongs.” I called it walking back into a building that had already tried to bury me and finding everyone holding shovels. Titans headquarters looked the same when I arrived. Glass doors. Polished floors. Framed action shots of men pretending glory belonged to them by birthright. My own photo hung near the far wall, from last season, my stick raised after a goal that had nearly broken the internet for twenty-four hours.

Jade stood at the entrance to the rink, hands on his hips, body leaning on the wall. The glass door in front of him reflected the bright lights inside, the cheers of the fans. Behind him, laughter erupted from his new teammates. Loud, careless and mocking. Coach Declan appeared at the end of the hallway, hands shoved into his jacket pockets. The hallway instantly quieted down. "All right, listen up" he began, voice firm and sharp. "Tonight, We're not facing a small team. Tonight, it's Titans versus the Black Bears, a team that thinks they can walk in here and take our ice. Guess what? They're wrong. Fucking wrong!" He paused, scanning the group with sharp eyes.

I supported him while he was on his feet. Gosh! The drugs must have been taking an effect on him. “Kick that jerk out of here!” Raylie hissed silently. He was as if losing his strength. The servants approached Travis who already planned to get away. But Thore and the twins were quick in catching him. I don’t know what else happened and I focused on Raylie. “Are you okay?” He smiled. “Of course. No one can beat a Titan.” He said with pride. But just right after, he closed his eyes and lost his consciousness.

There was regret in his dead grey eyes as he finished that sentence. The man in front of him stood around two inches taller, his hair also dark brown though it was cut shorter on the back and sides but slightly longer on the top. He looked at his brother his ocean blue eyes, bloodshot from sleep deprivation. Another door opened and a woman entered, she had raven black hair braided into a fishtale plait and her blueish-green eyes filled with saddness though she had a look of determination on her face. She was short and skinny, but she had some muscle definition in her arms. "It is done." She stated loud enough for both men to hear. "She is gone." A tear slipped down her cheek as the taller of

The damaged Titan didn't escape in time, cut down mid-jump by a fourth and final shotgun blast. White armour bent and metal screamed as the overwhelmed mech was blown nearly in two by the sheer force of the blast, coming down in a hail of sparks. "One down!" I cheered. "They're regrouping, Jax!" Kedrick warned. The Titans were more organized and were growing bolder once again. The surprise of our attack had worn off.

[Fineon’s POV] Pain rips through me as I take in the words that Titiana is saying. However, before I get the opportunity to let myself drown in them, Fallon collapses. "Hey!" I gasp, catching her before she hit the ground. "What the hell?" "Anika is out of energy and unable to keep control," Titiana responds. "And I’ve spent all my energy as well and must go." Even though I still have many questions in regards to what was said and what happened, I don’t argue. Instead, I simply nod and watch as Titiana disappears entirely.

His fists ball up at his sides until his knuckles go white under the skin. "We lost," Treyvon says, dropping hard into the plastic chair by the window. He drags both palms down his face, leaving black grease smudges over his forehead. "They took the trophy, Aurel. It's over. Those damn Titans won." My stomach drops straight into a sick, hollow pit. I dig my teeth deep into my lower lip, tasting blood. My knee throbs in a heavy beat, matching the frantic pounding inside my chest. Gabe shoves past the guys, his bulky goalie leg pads creaking loud with every step. He walks straight to the edge of my mattress, leaning his weight forward until his face is inches away from mine. His eyes are compl

Darren’s POV “Drink! Drink! Drink!” The chant was loud and rough, bottles knocking against each other as my teammates tried to shake off the loss. Someone pushed a beer into my hand and I didn’t argue, I just took it and drank, letting the bitter taste sit on my tongue longer than it should. It didn’t help, not really, but it gave me something to do instead of thinking about the scoreboard still stuck in my head. Icebulls had won us again.