Camera Titan Novels & Stories

“And…maybe beating numerous guys half to death because they were late on payments.” “Hey, in my defense, they were at least three weeks late and giving excuses upon excuses.” We both chuckle and fist bump. “Next we have the biggest player in the school—-“ She gets cut off by a very hot black-haired guy. “Rhea, I can introduce myself. I’m Caleb White. 22. Grade A.” Damn, his voice is deep. Wait, Grade A… “So you’ve committed murder yeah?” I ask. “Yes and did I hear a little bit of excitement under your voice just now?”

"Knowing his strength, to cover the scar even though it's always there, however, to be impossible is for one to see his weakness as, not an adversary, but the cherry on top of his strength, to rearrange the scar so that it compliments his features." - Criss Jami

“Thanks. So what do we have here?” Bryan asked his partner, who pointed at one of the eight frames on the laptop screen, which was relaying the live feeds of hidden cameras that were set up in strategic places around the harbor. Looking at the screen, he saw three Latinos unloading some crates from a speed boat at the pier. From where the boat was, there was an open space about half the size of a football field, which was surrounded by shipping containers that were stacked on one another. Looking closer, he saw that each of the men had viper tattoos on different parts of their body.

I needed a different approach. I'd identified the blind spot on day one. A narrow corridor near the laundry room, tucked between two walls that the fixed cameras didn't reach and too tight for the handheld operator to position comfortably. A genuine gap in the coverage. I found Kyrian heading toward the laundry room that evening and fell into step beside him without preamble. "I need two minutes," I said, nudging him to follow even though I wasn't entirely sure he would. I turned into the corridor. He followed, which either meant that he was starting to trust me or he was just being curious. I didn't care which, as long as it got him here.

“The core components were made by me.” He turned his gaze on Camille. “So, yes,” he said, “it didn’t need a production crew. It needed a real creator.” He nodded toward me. “It needed her.” Camille’s face twisted with jealousy and anger. Her lips curved into a fake smile that barely hid the humiliation underneath. Taren stepped even closer to the model, inspecting it with practiced care. When he straightened again, he placed the brush down with precision. “Kaela,” he said calmly, “built an aerial predator. Something most of you could never design.”

I'm really going to die… "Are you... happy about it..." With those words, darkness swallowed me whole. The livestream froze on my blood-stained face. The chat exploded with messages. [Ah! Don't fall asleep, streamer!] [Is that real blood? Props aren't that lifelike, are they?] [Ethan, you jerk! You're going to regret this!] Ethan held me as I grew colder. For the first time, he cried out in agony for me. "Doctor! Doctor! We need help!" However, it was too late.

"Dante asked for Titan to serve as his personal security detail, but Titan refused. They both understand each other, and things got heated." Just then, Titan growled deeply. The small corgi reared up a little on his short legs and slammed his front paws onto the dirt, barking loudly. That sudden bark activated Titan's gravity control. An invisible weight crashed down from above, instantly slamming Dante off his branch and onto the ground. The bloated pigeon president lay flat on his chest, pinned firmly to the earth by the little corgi's power, squawking in frantic, muffled protest.

Camila The taste of cold lemonade filled my tastebuds as I gazed over the beach. It has only been a week since we've been in Italy, and it wasn't all that bad. Elijah wasn't a total scum as I thought, but I will never let my guard down. He's a Camorra, I never trust one, except Mira, you can't not trust Mira, she's one in a million and will most definitely fight for your trust.

The glass surface changes into a touchscreen table so that I could swipe through camera feeds like I was going through photos. I leaned forward as I tapped the screen that controlled Catherine's office. My focus today was going to be on her. TitanLink might look like a normal tech company from the outside, but I built it with one thing in mind—control. Every floor, every hallway, every workspace was wired with cameras. Nothing happened in my building without me seeing it. And today, my eyes kept drifting to one particular camera feed. Catherine’s office. I wasn't monitoring her because I didn't trust her. The truth is, my wolf is drawn to her and got angry each time he felt I was mean to her

while doing it—and jammed her multi-tool into the port. "Come on, come on..." she muttered. "Eat this, you rusty buckets!" ZZZT. The floodlights overhead didn't just turn off. They went into seizure mode. Strobe sequence: High frequency. The arena became a flickering nightmare of light and dark. For us, it was annoying. For the Titans, whose ancient optical sensors were calibrated for low-light tracking, it was blinding. Their targeting systems couldn't adjust the aperture fast enough. The Flamethrower Titan paused, its head jerking back and forth, confused by the rapid contrast shifts.