Camera Titan Novels & Stories

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!

Camila stood on the balcony staring out into the cloudless sky, they were going home and there wasn’t any part of her that wanted to leave and go back home. She wanted to live her life swimming with the dolphins and climbing mountains but Roman had work, he had to get back to. Her suggestion that they relocated didn’t really get any approval so there she was staring with a sour face hoping that Roman would change his mind. She heard his footsteps coming towards her and his perfume filled her nose as he leaned against the railing staring into the sky too.

The only difference between the two is Promethians have nerve cords that stick out of the back of their heads going to their hips For his weapon, Clayton uses a modified Magnus 12-inch barrel – a Type 1 Gatling gun code-named as the “Trencher”. This firearm could fire over 2400 rounds per second and uses a 90mm Pandemonium-class caliber round – an impact-based high explosive round. This gun can create trenches on its own compared to all of its counterparts. This new type can destroy a bunker by firing just a quarter of its magazine in contrast to anti-air batteries used against tanks that look like a windup toy.

“He is fine. I have assigned someone to you his trustworthy, reliable, and gets the job done that you need. His fees are higher than all your previous hackers, as good service comes at an extensive cost. We call him Artemis.” “It’s fine,” says Tiffany. “Those lenses that you removed can be placed back in your eyes. It has been upgraded since you paid a higher price. You are now able to run a complete check without having to ask anyone. You can also see a target thirty meters away from you with artificial intelligence programmed with those lenses.” “That’s amazing,” says Tiffany, “however, one slight problem we are stuck in this place.” “You are not precisely stuck. Go outside, and you will f

She smirked coldly and said, "Little sister, you really have little knowledge. Don't you know that Appleston has something called the Sky Eye?" "The Eye of Heaven??" Courtney exclaimed in surprise. She had indeed heard of such a thing, not the ordinary surveillance cameras on the market, but a tiny device no bigger than a grain of rice, yet capable of capturing detailed views of the entire Appleston's streets, even down to the license plates of every car and the movements of every person.

The red dot on the terminal didn’t blink with the frantic energy of an alarm; it pulsed with the slow, inevitable rhythm of a predator that knew its prey had nowhere left to run. ​"It’s not a fleet," Damian said, his voice dropped to that low, analytical register he used when the world was ending. He was hunched over the spectrum analyzer, the blue light of the dome casting long, jagged shadows across his face. "It’s a single submersible. High-displacement. Deep-sea capable. Probably a Titan-class scout."

It is like he has me in a trace that I couldn’t escape. “Snowy?” his deep voice asks, and I can feel the heat rush to my cheeks. For once I don’t mind the stupid childhood nickname, as long as he is the one calling me it. “Oh, have you not met our new recruit yet? Max this is Raven, aka Snowy. Snow this is Alpha Max” Colton continues, lucky he seems oblivious to the obvious tension building between us. Hopefully, nobody else in the group notices our little stare contest.

Elias commanded. From the roof of the Titan, a dozen miniature drones launched into the air, their multi-spectrum sensors identifying the positions of Alistair’s shooters. Within seconds, the drones began to emit a series of non-lethal, high-frequency sonic bursts that neutralized the mercenaries, leaving them incapacitated on the ground. "Ramming speed," Raf declared, his foot slamming onto the accelerator. The Titan didn't just hit the kinetic barriers; it obliterated them. The six-wheeled monster plowed through the obstacles with a terrifying, unstoppable force, its reinforced chassis absorbing the impact as if it were nothing more than a minor speed bump.

Azim hesitated. Then his eyes hardened. “Yes.” He typed furiously, bypassing the final firewall. 81%... 92%... Moreau’s voice snapped. “What are you doing?” Ayesha smirked. “Taking your empire.” She slammed the final command. Project Titan – Ownership Transferred. Elias Moreau – Access Revoked. A moment of silence. Then—Moreau screamed. “NO!” The system shut down. Titan was gone. Moreau’s empire? Destroyed.

The tension from the young champion’s struggle against the gigantic Kaiju poisoned the luminous skies of Pierview. Bonnie and Eliza helplessly watched from afar as Taylor was pushed to the brink of defeat. “Your camera,” Eliza said to Bonnie. “What?” Bonnie asked, confused. “Take the shot. Use that thing to blast the Kraken away,” she directed. Bonnie pointed it at the Kraken, hoping to help Taylor escape its wrath. She clicked on the button, but the camera released no combustion.