Aot Ugly Titan Novels & Stories

Arriving at the last place I'd met with Titan, my eyes found him standing closer to a tree. His hands hugged each other behind him. Is he going to take me under a tree? Whatever. What do I expect from a Caveman in the first instance? Taking a little step further, my feet halt right in front of him. Even though the night is darker and the full moon is the only thing that gives brightness, Titan’s green eyes shine across the darkness. They are beautiful. Unique. Never seen anything like it. Or should I say, ‘The only eyes almost similar to his are that of the Alpha of the Rogue,’ but you can still tell the difference.

“I need to make sure it aligns with mine before I bring you in.” “I want to cripple them before Azimat wakes up fully and starts talking. How many men do we have?” “Twenty loyal,” Titan said. “We don’t need all of them on one mission,” he continued. “My men are capable to get the job done.” I know what he meant by that but I don’t care. I’m still trying to figure out how Azimat made it out of there alive. I should have confirmed him dead before leaving. Maybe checked his pulse or something but time wasn’t on our side.

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!

He unclasped the box, revealing some old books inside. The top novel caught his attention, its dog-eared pages and worn texture hinting at its age. The front cover was missing, but as he flipped through the pages, he found what could possibly be the title written in pen at the back: "Inner beauty and Otter's flaws." This title seemed poignant, considering Arc's past. His mom had abandoned him when he was a child, leaving unanswered questions and unresolved emotions. Arc walked in, and Chelsea looked up and saw his somber expression which was a stark contrast to his nervous energy. "What are you doing?" The question was laced with curiosity and accusation.

I was just focused on the book I was reading, pretending not to hear them. “Hey ugly,” one of them called out. “Hope you are not planning to show up tonight.” I pushed back my glasses that were falling off my nose and continued reading. One of them walked to my desk, grabbed my book and dropped it to the floor. “You don't ignore beauty like us.” She said, titling her head smugly. She continued “have you gotten a prom date? Oops, I forgot. Nobody will want an ugly duckling like you to be their date.”

It crawled. "Target... active..." it skipped. It was dragging itself toward me. I reached for my railgun. It was gone, lost in the fall. I reached for my sidearm. The holster was empty. I had my knife. An obsidian blade, six inches long. The Titan was ten feet away. It was leaking violet fluid that hissed where it touched the star-metal. "You... don't... quit," I murmured. "Mission... parameters... absolute," the Titan said.

We drove closer. It was a small mining town. Or it had been. Now it was a ruin. The buildings were smashed. Cars were overturned. And in the center of the town standing in the middle of the road was a figure. It was huge. It was at least eight feet tall. It was covered in metal armor. It held a massive hammer. It turned as we approached. It had no face. Just a smooth steel visor. "What is that?" I whispered. "A Titan," Kaelen said. "Project Titan. The heavy infantry."

Hello, My name is Jane, and between my sister and me, I am the ugly one. And no, I am not an insecure bitch who likes to complain about my looks all the time. My sister Liliana is blessed with beautiful genes. She had long flowing blonde hair with bright blue eyes and pink lips that remind you of delicate flower petals.

Something that didn't belong in a "Real World." A **Titan** stepped out of the shadows. It was thirty feet tall, its body made of rusted iron and pulsing violet tubes. It had the face of a man, but the eyes were giant searchlights. On its chest, a large silver logo was etched into the metal: **AETHEL-GROUP: ASSET RECOVERY**. "Subject 01 and Donor 04," the Titan’s voice boomed, sounding like a thousand speakers blowing out at once. "You have exceeded your 'Independence' quota. Please remain still while your 'Conflict Data' is harvested."

I could sense it. “Maya, please ignore the mutt. He spouts nonsense.” “I am not a mutt,” Titan indignantly replied. “I have great butt,” he proudly continued. “And mate knows.” Sebastian groaned, lowly saying, “Shut up,” while I burst out laughing, unable to stifle my giggles any more. I sounded worse than a deflating tire but Titan’s fond and smiling face looking down at me, made me bolder to laugh to my heart’s content in his presence.