Berserker Titan Novels & Stories

Tho art a heartless bitch. Titan snickered at my thoughts as he made sure the wolf was good and dead before moving on. At some point, the rogues realized that Titan was a big threat and began targeting him specifically. He could easily hold his own against one or two wolves at a time without a problem, but not more than that. Four of them were attacking him right now. Our warriors were all fighting their own threats, so there was nobody else to help out.

He engaged a series of toggles on the dashboard, and the Titan’s massive engine roared to life, a sound that seemed to vibrate through the very foundations of the bypass. As the convoy approached the exit, Alistair’s security detail launched their assault. Kinetic barriers slammed into place, and a volley of high-velocity rounds hammered against the Titan’s Level 7 ballistic armor. The sound was like a thousand hammers striking an anvil, but the Titan didn't even flinch. "Deploying drone swarm," Elias commanded.

His observation skills were the best, and Zen wanted him to be part of the reconnaissance team. Rank #75 and #76 were a couple. Zen didn’t know this information beforehand, but he witnessed them working together as a pair during the first battle royale. The boy looked very different from what Zen remembered him to be. Back then, he appeared wilder with veins popping out everywhere. His eyes were bloodshot, and he looked like a serial murderer, tearing trees down with his bare hands and breaking rocks with his kick. “They call me “Controlled Berserker” because of my ability to remove physical and mental limitations when I’m under the influence of rage. My trigger and controller is Jessica her

I screamed, releasing a concentrated beam of silver-gold fire straight at the crimson fissure on the titan's face. The beam struck true. The titan shrieked, its massive arms flying up to cover its blinding face as the ancient Silver-Moon light began to dissolve the dark blood-magic holding its ice armor together. Jagged, spiderweb cracks rapidly spread across its chest and shoulders, glowing with white-hot heat. Eldrick didn't hesitate. With a feral, earth-shattering roar that echoed across the entire valley, he leaped fifteen feet into the air, his glowing war-axe held high above his head with both hands.

"But you still stink of sentiment and weakness." Dante didnt back down. He moved right in front of me, his huge black-armored frame shielding me completely, no half-measures. The golden fire of his Alpha aura flared brighter, pushing back against the suffocating, dark red magic rolling off the Emperor. The two Titans, they locked gazes across the burning glass-covered beach. "I am the King of this continent," Dante snarled, the golden fire rolling off his shoulders. "And you are standing on my beach." The ultimate clash had finally arrived.