Colossal Armored Titan Novels & Stories

It was a brutal, beautiful piece of engineering designed to fit over her massive right forearm and fist, leaving her thick fingers articulated for grappling. When the final buckle was tightened, Chausiku stepped back, wiping the soot from her brow. The entire Forge fell silent. Dozens of blacksmiths stopped their hammering, turning to look at the titan in the center of the pavilion. With the dark, gold-veined pauldron resting on her shoulder and the heavy stone collar at her throat, Mwajuma did not look like a refugee from a broken world. She looked like a god of war carved directly from the bedrock.

The air in the Obsidian chamber was so heavy that every breath burned. The Beings that rose from the ruins of the incubator had nothing human more per se. The body of the young man was under the massive, black Titanium armour, the muscle strands glowed from the inside with the carmesin red light of forbidden blood. When the Alpha queen turned her head, cracked the cervical vertebrae with a loud, unnatural sound. “Knelt,” she said. It was not a boar, but a deep, vibrating crawl that

The second after he fiddled with the black stick, loud explosions occurred in succession and at the same time, the bodies of the Mammoths, snakes, as well as the artificial humans were scattered all over the place. Patriarch Yuan Kai gulped just as his forehead was hit by the severed head of his beloved artificial human body. In fact, the mammoth demon's body actually has immunity to various weapons or heirlooms. If his body could be cut into hundreds of pieces in one go, of course what needed to be questioned was Xuan Wu's strength. "You still want to be quiet after seeing all this?" A man who looked like a young man in his early twenties nudged the shoulder of his colleague who looked to b

Through the dim light, an enormous army came into sight. Each soldier wore the same armor made of black animal hide, and they towered over 2 meters tall with a long black sword in each of their hands. There were so many of them that the earth moved as they marched. A gigantic chariot made of animal bones and fastened on the backs of four colossal beasts galloped ahead of the troops. The fierce beasts had shiny coats, and they were about 20 meters in length with razor-sharp fangs and claws. A tall, muscular frame in shiny black armor stood proudly on top of the chariot. His hair was down; it looked untamed as the wind blew on it—that was the Raksasa King. His sons, Alaric and Amastan, stood b

Drago had a death grip on her arm, trying to calm her, but who could be calm at a time like this? The golden beast lumbered toward them, then stopped directly in front of Drago, letting out a low growl, steam puffing from it’s huge nostrils. When Drago growled in return, Madchen jumped, trying to free herself from Drago’s grip, but he wasn’t letting her go.

And each of his appearances were marked by the death of a giant or two. “ROAR” the golden armored soldiers roared like beasts on steroids. Their furious roar travelled to the heart of the giants who bared their path to their home. With ferocity not at all inferior to the small man’s each soldier attacked with the pain and despair of seeing their friends being struck down.

He said. “First is Bacchus. His real name is George Miller, one of the gang leader’s right hand. Then Atlas, real name is Mario Ching. He is their intelligence. Minotaur, real name is Fred Lim. I think he’s one of their snipers. Cupid is Jay Kenley. He’s their hacker. And Pegasus is Jacob Frias, best in hand to hand combat.” Miko announced. “Let’s hope that they are the only one here.” I said.

"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.

Reeds rustled in the wind, sounding like dry whispers. "Welcome to the Zone," Marcus grunted, checking the seal on his heavy helmet. He looked like a juggernaut, his massive frame encased in black armor plates. They unloaded the gear. A pair of rigid-hull inflatable boats. Crates of ammo. And the specialized containment unit for the Titan Heart.

I rolled under the swing. The fist hit the wall next to the elevator, punching through the reinforced concrete like it was wet cardboard. I scrambled up, using my cane as a lever. "Computer!" I yelled. "Activate corridor defense! Turrets!" Ceiling panels slid open. Automated chainguns dropped down. BRRRRRRRRT. A wall of lead hammered the Titan. It ignored them. It walked through the hail of bullets, sparks showering off its armor. It reached up and ripped a turret out of the ceiling, crushing it in one hand.