Apex Predator Titanfall 2 Novels & Stories

Hayden paused, waiting for Leech to respond. Leech indicated for Sprout to continue with a flourish of his hand. Sprout glared at the werewolf, sighed and then began to speak. “The Second Fire Weapon is the Crimson Axe,” announced Sprout. “It is to be wielded by Titan.” “The Crimson Axe sounds much more exciting than the Vermillion Sword!” Roared Titan, teasing his new Alpha. Hayden rolled his eyes at his Beta’s jibe and Titan wrapped his arm around the Prince’s shoulder as he burst into laughter at his own joke.

"Move!" Dax roared, shoving my father toward the stolen SUV. "The ceiling is coming down!" But the loading dock wasn't empty anymore. Standing between us and the exit was a nightmare of chrome and hydraulics. A Titan-Sentinel. It was twelve feet tall, a bipedal tank with a rotary cannon for an arm. In the original timeline, this thing had killed three of our best riders. It had taken us six chapters to figure out how to scratch its paint.

The rooftop of the ruined Apex tower had become the final battlefield of gods and mortals, a fractured altar where the Architect hovered like a deity who had grown weary of creation. Its androgynous form shimmered with shifting constellations, tentacles of pure light extending like living promises and threats. The Lagos night stretched below them, the city a warzone of fire and blue energy, hybrids howling in the streets as the signal pulsed through the air. Alex’s swollen belly pressed heavily against his tactical vest, the hybrid child kicking with increasing urgency, its tiny tentacles brushing against the inside of his skin. The leather collar around his throat and the platinum chain ben

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.

Titan stood up and addressed everyone. "I know I have quite the reputation for being brutal," Titan began, eliciting chuckles from around the room. "But no matter what, I care deeply about the safety of my people. I was given the mantle to serve and I try to do that to the best of my ability. Two rogue spies attacked my home and I did not hesitate to kill them because as a protector, I believed they were threats to my family and employees. At first, we had reason to believe that the attacks were from the Volustran pack. But then my childhood friend Asher, a mercenary, brought me this."

The Genesis-Titan let out a roar that wasn't a greet, but a "Sovereign Command." "I AM THE HUNGER!" And the boy began to eat the souls of the Elite Viewers.

There were plenty of dual-income families in our neighborhood, and with their kids in their senior year, most parents simply didn't have time to supervise them. So I cleared out my living room and turned it into a completely free evening study room. Every night from seven to ten, I helped the students with every subject and even provided them with a late-night snack. The parents in our group chat praised me constantly, calling me a saint. Then Kendra Hodge, a notoriously difficult mom, moved into Willow Creek. She showed up at my door and demanded that I clear everyone else out so I could tutor her son, Zeke, who hated studying, one-on-one. I politely refused. Her attitude changed on th

But right then, the tremor in the ground grew more violent, as though a thousand armies were closing in. Then someone let out a terrified scream. "Look over there! What... what is that?!" The crowd turned to follow the pointing finger. On the distant horizon, a black tide of steel surged forward like a flood. A thousand vehicles? Two thousand? There was no way to count. It was over two thousand of the Wolf Pack's heavy armored vehicles, bearing down with overwhelming bloodlust. And further out in the sky, two Apache attack helicopters circled low like reapers, the thunder of their rotors making hearts ache with dread. Below those two helicopters rolled an even more elite, even more powerful

AVA Without another word, Hunter moves swiftly away from the lockers, passing by his two friends whose names I'm guessing are Preston and Gomorey. They had been gawking at Hunter with a mischievous grin playing on their lips, and Hunter didn't waste a chance to shoot them both with his penetrating glare. I noticed their pupils retrench as they stared at him, meaning they were conversing with each other through mindlink. It was brief, lasting a couple of seconds before Hunter turns left and straight down the now-empty halls.

Namir was awakened by the loud crash of the window. It jumped off the mattress and roared before me, trying to drive the invader away. “Hey, kitty. We haven’t finished our duel yet. I’m gonna spar you later, and you must be on your human form.” He talked to Namir. “Why is he talking to the tiger?” Novelli whispered frantically behind me. “Because he’s a beast. A psycho beast.” I answered her. “Oh.” She gasped.