Beast Titan Throw Novels & Stories

Their heads were sensor clusters glowing with a singular red eye. Their right arms ended in rotary cannons. Their left arms were anti-riot shock prods, crackling with enough electricity to jumpstart a city. "Titans!" Ben screamed, his voice muffled by the mask. "We can't fight those! Small arms are useless!" The Titans stepped onto the maintenance rails. They didn't need to walk the bridge; they had magnetic clamps on their boots. They walked heavily along the walls, flanking the team, their cannons spinning up with a sound like tearing canvas.

It has made us helpless. “I told you brother that I was right. She is the key,” a familiar voice utters. The men surrounding me drift away totally. My body freezes as my eyes come in contact with Beckett. He stands behind Titan who is struggling to get up on his feet but can’t. Beckett tugs the hair of Titan and I wince in pain. “See how the mighty have fallen. As powerful as he is, it’s disappointing that his weakness is a woman,” Beckett whiffs.

By the time he finally pulled, I couldn't breathe properly, his lips were swollen, his eyes boring into that of mine like the beast he is, then a slow smirk curved his mouth. “Your voice…” he murmured, thumb brushing my lower lip. “I love hearing it. I wonder how your moaning will sound in my ear.” I jerked my face away, cheeks burning. “Stop… it.” But it felt like that irritated him, he yanked me back against him, voice dropping to a whisper. “I am not a monster,” he said. “I am a beast.” That was when I realized those eyes weren’t Knight’s, so it was his beast all along.

But before the strike fell, Maxim leapt between them. The Beast roared. His wings crashed into the king with such force the air split. Claws raked, fangs snapped, and the two titans clashed in a storm of fire and shadow. The king’s blade cut deep into Maxim’s side, spilling light and blood. Maxim didn’t falter. He tore the crown from the king’s head with his teeth and shattered it between his jaws. The king dissolved into ash. But Maxim swayed, his body cracking, burning from the inside. He was breaking.

"The Titan Technique?" It was only then that he realized Black Bjorn was using the Titan Technique, where the user's body possessed a heightened resistance to blows and kicks, achieving a state of invulnerability to weapons and having the ability to break anything with their body as well. It was as if he had an external armor protecting him. "Die!" Black Bjorn roared, charging toward Fred. Fred hurriedly tried to dodge him and continued unleashing a barrage of punches and kicks on Black Bjorn. However, all of his efforts were futile because Black Bjorn was not affected at all. On the contrary, Fred's own limbs were beginning to turn numb and painful.

The elders nodded but the fear remained in their eyes as they watched their King slowly slip away and the unholy monster begin to take his place. Jessebelle raised her well trimmed eyebrow and asked, "Who is her?" her face turned down in a frown. The king sighed, having no patience for the vexing woman beside him. And all of a sudden, like a wave it hit him... The sensation of his mates blood being drawn. Any control he had of his beast was gone as in the next few seconds he had trasformed completely with low growl. The elders all stood up and stepped back as the beast ran through the room and out of the meeting hall. Jessebelle stood up her eyes wide with fear and confusion before her knees

“Suits me just fine. I haven’t had a stand-off like this in such a long time—one where I actually have to keep on my toes anyways. Come, show me if you’re really more than just talk!” Then, just like that, Dick unleashed his first attack with the fierceness and lethality of a lightning strike! It was so potent that everyone in the room could feel it rather than see it. To them, they no longer viewed Dick as a mortal man. Instead, they saw a humanoid titan about a few hundred meters tall—one that was capable of strength so overwhelming that it could wipe out an entire region of the world like a force of nature. Now, that same titan hurled a punch with the impact of a comet. One could envision

Grant Gonas is the man the underworld fears and the business world admires. As the CEO of GONAS, a multibillion-dollar empire built over generations, he is known for his intelligence, discipline, and ruthless decisions. But beneath the image of a respected businessman lies a terrifying secret—Grant is the head of one of the most powerful mafia families in America. Feared as The Frozen Beast, he has no room for emotions, no patience for love, and no intention of letting anyone close enough to become his weakness. A high-stakes business meeting takes Grant from Los Angeles to San Diego, where he chooses to travel without the luxury and security that usually surround him. One rainy afternoon,

Tatum instinctively raised his hand to block it, and his hand touched something sticky. "Titan!" Only then did Tatum see that Sebastian had smashed Titan's head with just one slap. The red and white liquid had been a mix of Titan's blood and brain plasma. Tatum immediately turned as white as a sheet. Titan was much stronger than he was, but even then, he had been unable to withstand a single slap from Sebastian. Even their mentor, the sect leader of the Caelbane Sect, couldn't have killed Titan with just one slap. Before Tatum could recover, Sebastian took another step forward, leaving blurred shadows of his figure behind him. There was another crisp slap, and Sebastian kicked Titan's corpse

' He thought as he lunged toward the skeleton, letting out a monstrous howl. Beast Yao Tai threw his stone with all his might, causing the barren skeleton soldier's skull to crack with a disgusting crack. The skeleton faltered from the force of the blow, opening up an opportunity that would be perfect for a quick-witted Goblin to take advantage of. While the skeleton was unbalanced, Yao Tie jumped into the air, using all of his weight to kick the skeleton to the ground. And as soon as the skeleton fell, It was filled with a wave of goblin punches, each one echoing the sound of broken bones throughout the room.