Bob The Titan Novels & Stories

(Bob) Amidst of shielding himself from the spear attack of the green-skinned goblins, the younger brother Bob, shouts to his brother who in the middle of hacking his opponents, but as he turned his attention waiting for his brother replies, another Goblins stab it's spear towards his torso, impaling him on the left waist. "(Bob!!…HHUUAARRHHH!!!!…Turtle Shield..!!)". (Bar)

- Timothy because of this sudden development most of the regular zombies are now focused to Sunny "Sunny! im coming!!"- Bobby but before Bobby moves a sudden attack was arrives at his side! "BARRIER!"- Bobby *TANG!!!* "GWO!"- Bobby -Bobby skill is quite unique he can summon barrier for the expense of 10 mana in a suitable range, but the shield resilience is his stamina- "Uncle Bobby!"- Timot "im okay! but Sunny is in danger!"- Bobby but the Hunter is not giving a chance! it attacks again the Barrier of Bobby!!

The executives from Titanis Dynamics had arrived. ​I took a breath, smoothed down the front of my blazer, and stepped through the threshold. ​“Ah, Inez, perfect timing,” Robert Lane, our CEO, beamed from the head of the table. He gestured warmly toward the opposing side of the room. “I’d like to introduce you to the visionary behind Titanis's rapid expansion. He rarely makes public appearances, so this is quite the honor.” ​My gaze followed Robert’s hand. ​The air instantly froze in my lungs. My heart crashed violently against my ribs, a chaotic, deafening rhythm that threatened to choke me.

He let out a breath, swiping his thumb across the screen. “What is it, Tobias?” he asked, his voice low and tired. “You sound like hell,” Tobias said. “I’ve got some news for you. Figured you’d want to hear it.” Williams leaned back, swirling the wine in his glass. “I’m not in the mood. Just say what you have to say.” Tobias chuckled. “Well, guess who applied for a job at Titan Tech today?” Williams barely reacted. “I don’t care. I’m hanging up.”

Bob looked back at the files in front of him. "Bob, is that how you greet your sister?" Sonya shouted in exasperation, "but it's not strange that you're like this, because you learned from that asshole Nathan." "Enough Sonya!" snapped Bob. "You have no right and no deserve to say Mr. Nathan like that." "What? Hahaha." Laughing, Sonya threw herself on the sofa, "My brother is blind, so he took the wrong mentor. That impotent Nathan doesn't deserve to be your mentor, Bob. You'll get infected too."

"Bane." "Hey there, Princess," Bane grinned. The seven Titans had never truly left; they had been waiting for this exact moment. Bane ripped the carriage door clean off its hinges and tossed it aside like a toy. He signaled to Storm, who was perched on the roof. Draven had already thrown the driver into the abyss and taken control of the reins. The two horses began to strain under the sudden, massive weight of the Titans, and the carriage slowed. "I heard you like playing with poisons," Storm said, leaning in. "So, I’ve prepared a special blend just for you."

"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.

REIGN’S POV The tension in the room had shifted from a standoff to a predatory invitation. Bobby—the man I now knew as the heavy-set shadow who guarded Toni—didn’t look like a savior. He looked like a man who had spent too many years in the front seat of a car, smelling the expensive perfume of a woman he was never allowed to touch.

I have enough on my plate when it comes to dealing with Manny. “I'll check him out on YouTube,” I say in my most placating voice. Bob executes a perfect twirl and stops in place to play his air guitar. His cape swings around his thick torso, and I can't help but smile. He's a man who's in love with life. His life. There's not a soul alive who would be in love with my sorry life.