Titans Slayer の小説・ストーリー

“The Black Spring I am not the holder of it anymore.” Slayer, “Huh? Liar, you just hide it somewhere. Retrieving that weapon and your head, we might ascend our rank, and be a high ranker and have our own official name too.” Slicer, “I want to fight her, head to head. But too bad, to her current state your underlings is enough to finish her.” Gunslinger, “.........” Slayer, “You heard him. Finish her off!”

" Yes, I'm poor and crazy! I'm unemployed, I can't find a job, I won't have money for food soon if I keep putting it off, I won't have money to pay the rent, I'm going to be evicted by the landlord... It doesn't matter if I'm on my own, what about my family? I have an old man and children..." " Children?" Jenna was ready to retract, but Mr. Slave had obviously seen it, and she could only rephrase, "Little pets..." "So where did you get the courage to fire your boss?" "It was in the heat of the moment..." "Cutting yourself off is stupid behavior." "I know it's wrong, even though he's perverted, but at least he can pay me a salary, and I regret it now. If God gives me another chance, I'm willi

"I don't sense any darkness within her." "Dante?" Chloe looked between Lucas and Dagmar. "Who is Dante?" "Dante was a demon." Lucas replied. "A few years back he tried to create an army of hybrids including demon-werewolves. He was defeated but not before he succeeded in fathering two demon-werewolf hybrids." "That we know of." Ursula interjected. "No one knows for sure if there are anymore or not." "So, you think I'm part demon?" Chloe asked slowly, not totally believing what she was hearing.

Everyone who is an adult died instantly, while the children who were consumed by the fire fell out of consciousness and woke up as… ‘Nightcrawlers,’ a voice came in my head and I figured it must belong to the woman who has these memories. ‘What happened to you?’ I asked, my heart breaking as I watch every scene unfold in my mind. ‘Siria. My name is Siria. I am the daughter of the betas of the kingdom of dragon shifters, but that is gone now,’ she says and her voice cracked. She showed me everything, every detail, how she found herself tainted with black and unable to crawl out of the darkness during the day. She had once lost her sanity, and her hunger only made it worse.

"And that is why we must show the human kind who we are! They dared to threaten one of us, when they drink and eat in the feast of blood that we created for them!" "They reap from the corruption we create, their thirst for blood, money and power we quench by giving them all that they desire, and this is how they repay us?!" "Thorne is a member of this council! He is my brother, he should not be treated in the way that he was treated. Klaus.” It was only when his name was mentioned that he pulled his ears from the song of the trees and fixed his attention on the tall man standing in the middle of the inner and outer circles.

“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?”

Harbor, the titan of the ocean. Atlas, the titan of the sky. Una, the titan of memories. Everest, the titan of land. Raiden, the titan of thunder and lightning. Azar, the titan of fire. Lewis, the titan of war. Ahava, the titan of love. Amara, the titan of beauty. Astrea, the titan of fantasy. Hakim, the titan of intelligence. And lastly, Hadeon, the titan of destruction. They were the children of Titus, the father of all titans.

Victor looked at him, then addressed the others. “I was thinking of giving him the name ‘Papiro,’” he said, “but honestly, it sounds foolish. Titus deserves a stronger name. From now on, he will be called Titan.” Victor’s words were strong and clear, and the rest of the members immediately responded, chanting in unison, “Titan, Victor’s right hand… Titan, the name of the new moon… Titan, will lead us to Victory!” The chant echoed through the room, and Victor raised his hand to silence them. “Titan is now my second-in-command,” he declared, his eyes scanning the room, “and you will all follow his orders as if they were my own.”

There's a chance it could get deeper than I thought. But I still feel that adrenaline pumping inside me. I've never felt this way before; it's like I finally have something that's truly mine. Not my wolf, not a mate, not pack approval, but mine. Curious about what else I can try out, I browse through my recipe book again, and my gaze lands on another recipe. Titan's Drink Just hearing the name gives me chills. Promises of lasting power and strength that go beyond anything. A drink that warriors used to have before heading into battle.

Serena. The night is ablaze with fire and chaos. Screams and snarls tear through the air as warriors clash, the metallic scent of blood thick in the wind. I freeze in shock, the memory of my pack being slaughtered fills my mind, suffocating me. This was the exact same thing that happened, only this time, I can actually fight for the ones I love, Thorne, Sylvaine, Isabel and even Tristan. The rival pack is relentless, their attacks precise and calculated. I move on instinct, dodging an incoming strike and raking my claws across my opponent’s chest. He crumples, but I don’t have time to celebrate the victory.