Titans Slayer Romane & Geschichten

The introduction went like this. Titan: My name's Titan. Fifteen. 80kg. 5 feet 4 inches. I know I'm fat, so don't dare talk behind my back about it or experience the most excruciating pain you've ever experienced in your entire life. This is not an empty threat, mind you. I'm effin serious. Next!

Raven leaped forward, her blade cutting through shadows like a streak of blue lightning. --- Clash of Titans The Shadow’s master finally appeared on the battlefield—a towering figure cloaked in living darkness, eyes like burning coals. Its aura radiated power older than time itself, and the ground beneath it cracked under the sheer weight of its presence. “You are Alpha King,” the being’s voice boomed, echoing across the battlefield. “You carry the blood of the Ancients. But will it be enough to stop me? I am the darkness that predates worlds, and I will reclaim everything!”

With a sharp tap of my toe on the jade stairs, I leaped into the air. Then, I completely released the abyssal demonic energy I had been suppressing within this mortal shell. A tsunami of black demonic flame erupted, in the blink of an eye blotting out the sun and plunging half the Canonization Platform into the shadow of an endless night. It was the purest form of chaotic energy. A single touch would cause a celestial's bones to crumble to dust. The celestial soldiers at the front did not even have time to scream before they fell in droves, like puppets with their strings cut.

she admitted. Brandon flew over to where the first Assassin lay on the ground, intending to take him out before he got his faculties back, but by the time her uncle arrived, the man was stirring enough to defend himself. A Hunter could always kill a Guardian, regardless of what sort of ammunition was in use. The only way a Guardian could kill a Hunter or a Hunter could kill another Hunter was with titanium. “What are they using?” Jo demanded Scott answered, “Titanium.”

The huge man towered over the pack doctor, reinforcing the very clear differences in shifter factions, and although his voice was low as he spoke to the other man, Adrastus's message was loud and clear. "Titan is a part of my horde, and one of my closest friends, if I let you do this and she dies, I won't stop at just killing you, I'll keep going, hunting every generation that carries your blood in their veins until your whole lineage lies dead in the Earth. And then I will move on to anyone who dares to speak your name until the only thing left to tie you to this Earth will be your rotting corpse as I scatter body parts throughout the world, making sure no one has any place to remember the

Hilarion invited with eager eyes. Snow White looked at each of them. The seven Titans were so different. Vanguard was decisive and commanding. Grimm was fierce. Hilarion was bright. Storm wore glasses and had an elegant air—Vanguard mentioned he was a doctor. Slake always looked sleepy but was their best hunter. Bane looked terrifying with his tattoos but had a kind smile. And the youngest, Draven, was the quietest. They were all massive, muscular, and ready to protect her. "Princess..."

“You’re no ordinary kid. Who are you?!” Damn it! Tuckson had not mentioned that the person he was to kill possessed such abilities! “Just a countryside kid repaying his mentor’s debt,” Kayson said before he went up, planning to finish Titus off from a close distance. A flurry of expressions washed over Titus’ face as he snarled, “I refuse to believe that you’d break through my steelification!” He threw a punch hard as steel at Kayson. “Do you think it’d be tough to crack your tortoise shell?”

Martha didn’t respond to what the werewolf just said to her and kept her calm. The werewolf was angry at Martha and got even angrier when it noticed Tyler approaching her with another tumbler of water. It let out a huge groan and said, “You better not listen to her demands Tyler. Remember they are not our guests but just slaves” Both Cindy’s and Benjamin’s eyes widened as they heard themselves labeled as slaves in front of their daughter. Martha didn’t show any signs of getting offended upon getting called as a slave since she believed she was smart enough to not register the bullshit coming out of the werewolf’s mouth.

Stopping her from coming closer to him. "You are injured my king." Klara said, her body still free from any sort of clothing. She saw the blood dripping out from his fist as they dropped on the floor. Without no doubt, she knew he was passing through his nemesis, his late mate was tormenting him, every pack members knew how he always was been tormented by his late mate Azura. "Leave I said." Jaxon said, his eyes expressionless as he stared down at her. "Do you also feel angry about your new slave. I can help you and get rid of her and make her life miserable too."

I huffed to Titan. “Who are you?” Titan growled. “Huh? What do you mean?” I questioned. “Who are you? Are you Ramses? Or not?” He growled back. “Yes, I am Ramses.” I said back, still confused as to why he was asking me this. “Goddamn straight! You are motherfucking Ramses! Ruler of the underworld, and you fucking got this!” Titan roared. And just like that my confidence was back. I felt pumped as fuck. Ready for anything.