Colossal Armored Titan Novels & Stories

It made one with no fighting skills but with superpowers useless as it deprived them of that energy. Outside the gate there were four soldiers. Kralis used his abilities to compel them to sleep. The others rushed quickly to hide their bodies. Only six soldiers got inside the station, on Koyala's orders. It was Maya, Kralis, Kran who already was in the station, Jino, Klin and Koyala. He wanted it to be as smooth as possible. The place was heavily guarded. There were containers all over, those used for keeping the prisoners. They particularly wanted the one labelled Z-221, according to the information they were fed with by Kran. There were so many of the containers and each had four to five so

Smoke and fire came into view first. Yeah right, a dragon loved his chosen-not! This red creature was a demon. Its fifty-foot wingspan held my gaze. Large talons on the tips of his wings matched the size of the claws on each appendage. Heat radiated above us as he swooped around in a circle. He looked to have metal plates covering his flesh, or was it even flesh? I'd give him points for lethal grace. Every inch of him cried warrior, top of the food chain, dominant species. The townspeople prostrated themselves. We, in our white dresses, stood tall, though my knees knocked together and I knew the others were as terrified as I was. We clasped hands. Julia and Chersa on either side of me. I cou

It is a titan. It looks like a Greek goddess made of chrome and steel, armored in data streams that look like thorns. The face is fifty feet tall. Implacable. Cold. Evelyn. Her voice booms, shaking the very code of the universe. "You are in MY code," she thunders. "How dare you." The titan lands, crushing the landscape we just healed. The shockwave sends us flying backward. Alex grabs my hand, anchoring us. "She's here," he yells over the roar of digital wind. "She projected herself in!"

"He has sacrificed his humanity to stop the Hunger. He is powerful, but he is hollow." "Give me the strength to break him!" Silas shouted, his eyes glowing with a demonic orange fire. "I don't care about the price!" "Very well," the voice said. "The Council is dead, but the Original Compact is not. We will give you the Armor of the Sun-Eater. If the boy is a Void, you shall be the Star that burns it away." Out of the portal stepped a set of armor that looked like it was forged in the heart of a dying sun. As Silas touched it, his skin began to melt and fuse with the metal. He wasn't a wolf anymore. He was a Colossus of Iron and Fire.

His head hung low, his dark beard crusted with frost, his heavy hands bound in massive iron manacles that dripped with suppressed Alpha blood. Beside the cage, standing atop the arena's high throne, was the nine-foot titan—the First Prime. He wore his ancient, restored silver-and-iron plate armor, holding a massive, double-handed executioner's broadsword whose tip rested on the frozen stone floorboards. A horn blast echoed across the plain—a deep, booming sound that shook the ice from the Citadel's high banners. Through the main gates of the Citadel, four figures walked out onto the frozen parade grounds. No heavy armor. No plasma rifles. No tactical shields.

"Fair." Then the ground exploded. The Titan rose. It towered above the kingdom. Its body was covered in ancient armor, but beneath that armor was something far worse. There was no face. Only a smooth black surface with dozens of glowing eyes scattered across it. Its enormous mouth opened. The sound that came out wasn't a roar. It was thousands of voices. Every person who had ever died. Every warrior. Every wolf. Every forgotten soul. They all screamed at once. Emily covered her ears.

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