Berserker Titan Novels & Stories

Ryan reminded. Titan turned towards the window, struggling to calm his raging emotions. Amidst the internal confusion, the most prominent feeling he recognized was rage. Unexpectedly, he punched the circular mirror beside his desk. Asher and Ryan tried not to look shaken by the unprecedented violence. Titan's eyes looked hardened and menacing as he looked at his reflection through the now-jagged mirror. Blood and small shards of glass were intermixed on his fingers. "Assemble the pack warriors," he ordered with controlled fury. Ryan and Asher exchanged a look. Asher cleared his throat nervously.

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!

Only, Paul never expected that he would be touched by Berrick again. And Berrick's bodyguards soon find out the truth and want to drive him out of Titan Group. So Paul tries to find a way to get to the 68th floor to plead with Berrick, but he doesn't expect Berrick to give him a chance this time...

Its eyes were closed. "Meet Project Titan," Garrett said. "My masterpiece. A chimera. Wolf strength. Human intelligence. And zero conscience." He held up a remote detonator. "If you shoot me my dead man’s switch activates," Garrett said. "The tank opens. And Titan wakes up. He is programmed to kill everything with a heat signature." I hesitated. "You are bluffing," Kael said. "Am I?" Garrett asked. "I sacrificed my own wife to build this empire. Do you think I care if I unleash a monster?"

Then they would know why he'd been dubbed The Destroyer. Before he let his emotions overtake him, Brand's tactical training kicked in. He did not have the Berserker in him like his brother. He was a single shifter among an entire clan of warriors here. Biding his time until he could gather his bearings before punishing them for their insult was the more logical choice. His jaw tightened as he sought to control his anger.

I stopped and Sage must not have been watching because he ran straight into me, almost toppling me over. His touch sent flames rippling over my skin. “Son of a Bitch.” Titan growled through gritted teeth. “He’s a fucking Pyromancer...” I snarled back to Titan. Why in the fuck didn’t I feel this before? It was like he was hiding it from me… But when he wasn't paying attention it came out. I acted like I didn’t feel his burning touch but there was no fucking way he was coming back through this portal with us. No fucking way in hell… I realized exactly why the fuck he was down here, and I now knew exactly why he wanted to get out…

“W-what nonsense a-are yo-you saying, Seb!” “Oh, so now we have forgotten about imperial titles and laws,” Titan mocked, his eyes glowing gold. He was livid and no one could stop him now. “What are you all waiting for? A personal invitation?” He asked the imperial guards. “Feed it to her. NOW!” He ordered. ‘No!’ I desperately mouthed and grabbed the fuming lycan’s arm, shaking my head vigorously. “Are you all deaf? Feed her,” Titan thundered, my touch unaffecting the lycan’s rage.

Kael roared up at the falling titan— “RUNNING ISN’T AN OPTION. SO COME TAKE ME, YOU BASTARD!” The titan’s voice answered: “I DON’T WANT YOU, WOLF. I WANT THE FUSED GODDESS.” And the world shattered.

he shrieked, hurling two lances of pure white fire straight at my throat. I did not flinch. I walked straight through the inferno. The flames singed the tips of my silver pelt—but my berserker regeneration knit the wounds shut instantly, fueled by the unbreakable bond Maya held behind me, her mark pouring life into my veins. I closed the gap in a single leap that shook the coastline to its foundations. I crashed down upon him like a falling star. My jaws locked around his right shoulder, shattering plate armor and rending his immortal golden flesh with one brutal wrench. The tyrant screamed—a raw, human sound of agony—as his divine blood gushed hot and thick across the black sand.

Through the translucent obsidian walls of the inverted spire, deep within the hollow core where the massive iron chains converged, something was moving. It wasn't machinery. It wasn't brass. It was a vast, undulating mass of pale, calcified bone and ancient, dormant flesh—a monstrous, forgotten titan from the age before the Great Divide, its massive chest rising and falling in a slow, agonizing breath that had been fed for three centuries by the blood of the north. The Council hadn't been draining our people to power a war machine. They had been keeping the titan asleep. And now, with the blood-siphon broken and our sovereign fire flooding the ancient matrix, the titan's eyes—massive, multi-