Apex Predator Titanfall 2 Novels & Stories

Divided between us. Two Apexes. Two leaders. Two armies. And a world divided. "Scarlett." I turned. Adrian was standing behind me. "Adrian." "The council is waiting." "Tell them I'll be there soon." He walked toward me. "Scarlett, what's wrong?" I looked at him. "The Apex is still out there. It's building a new army. It's going to come for us." Adrian tensed. "Then we'll be ready." "Will we?"

He unleashed a massive burst of his pitch-black shadow void, wrapping his aura around the titan's arm, completely smothering the intense heat of the lava before delivering a devastating, physical downward slash! CRASH! Caelum’s broadsword bit into the titan’s shoulder, tearing through ten feet of solid granite and magma in a single terrifying display of Apex physical strength! The titan roared in stone-shattering pain as Caelum gracefully landed on his feet, immediately spinning to send a secondary wave of black void fire into its core! Meanwhile Queen Lyra danced across the floor of the arena, a vision of deadly golden light.

In one swift move, he pushed her arms up, holding both of her wrists with one of his hands above her head while his free hand found its hold on her collar as he tugged at it hard and her eyes flew open when the first two buttons of her shirt ripped. Her eyes clashed with those hollow silver pits. His face was just inches away from hers. Those eyes. The same eyes that held soft and gentle adoration for her were now brimming with malicious fury directed solely at her. The pupils of his eyes were dilated to such an extent that the silver remained only the rims. Lennox resembled the exact definition of a predator. Deadly, merciless predator and she was his prey. Tears that had brimmed her eyes e

Genevieve tried saying but her voice trailed off “Sighs… you really didn’t notice, the Hunter god actually gave you three gifts but it seems you all were ignorant.” Sword-saint Predator said with a sigh “Really???” Marcus asked in excitement and stars seemed to appear in his eyes “Yes, first he gave you the legendary twelve rune talent, with such talent becoming the most powerful Hunter is not impossible, then he gave you the gift of life, without it you would have died already as several people were already envious of your talents and would have killed you instantly if you were given any other gift and lastly you have me as your grandpa.” Sword-saint Predator said in a profound manner and b

It wanted to kill Marcus, to rip the throat out of Sela, to feast on the very people she had sworn to save. ​"Rhea... fight it!" Elias roared, his own body shifting into a monstrous, uncontrolled version of the Apex. His obsidian wings were no longer elegant; they were jagged, dripping with a black, oily discharge as the "Logic" fought to turn his power against him. ​Around them, the strike team was collapsing. Marcus was on all fours, his eyes turning a flat, mindless black as he lunged for Sela. The "United North" was turning into a cage of rabid animals.

A jagged limb shot upward, piercing into the Titan’s side. Lyra flinched as the feedback surged. Not pain But strain. Massive. Unstable. The Titan didn’t stop. It grabbed the creature and lifted it. The sheer force of it ripped the entity free from the sand, dragging it upward before slamming it back down with overwhelming power. The battlefield trembled again. For a moment, it looked like victory. Then, the system flickered. Lyra’s vision distorted. Just slightly. But enough. A command flashed. [REDIRECT TITAN PRIORITY]

“Relax, Thorne. Just saying hi.” I step out from the wall. Let the light hit my face. My hands are loose at my sides, my stance easy—but my eyes stay locked on his. “Fuck. Off.” There’s a beat of silence. Predators understand tone. They know the difference between a warning and a promise. The tallest shifts first, muttering something about “territorial” as they break formation. The others follow, trying to look casual. Failing. Now it’s just him and me. I take a step closer, not enough to crowd him, but enough to put my shadow across his shoes. He tilts his chin up slightly to meet my eyes.

TIME: 13:30 HOURS. LOCATION: THE BEHEMOTH - TACTICAL CONSOLE. STATUS: THE APEX SPIRE. Kara tapped a few keys, and a massive, rotating 3D hologram of the Apex Spire materialized over the central table. Up close, the schematic of the Spire was absolutely terrifying. It wasn't just a building; it was a self-contained arcology. It soared one hundred and fifty floors into the sky, a gleaming needle of white composite armor and blue energy shielding.

The shadow-chains exploded from his wrists, ten times thicker and more lethal than before. "The wolf..." Dante whispered, looking at his hands. "He's... he's different. He’s bigger." "He’s a Void-Wolf now," I said, standing up and pulling him with me. "And we have a fleet to sink." "Zora, look," Sora said, pointing to the primary monitor. The Hegemony warships weren't just rotating their cannons anymore. They were launching "Titan-Class" drop-pods. Dozens of them. They were falling from the sky like black raindrops, aimed directly at the Shadow-District.

Catherine starts. "I'm done hiding," Adrian says. "And I'm done pretending the ancient part is separate from me. They're the same thing. I'm the same thing. Both of me. Human and apex predator. And anyone who has a problem with that gets to discover why apex predators don't negotiate." His aura flares. Gold and black and silver all mixing. The safe house wards stabilize. Strengthen. Turn from defensive to predatory. Every assault outside the building stops immediately. "Clear message received," Vess says through the communication. "The Shadow Faction welcomes the apex to the old orders."