Colossal Titan Novels & Stories

"All of you have fought valiantly today. You are brave warriors and worthy of the banner you stand for. I shall see to it that the Indomitable Titan Sect will flourish anew in your absence." an aged crone addressed the lone man. "Hah... Hahh.... Hahhhh....." The two hundred feet tall giant answered not but only tried to breathe his last. And within three breaths, its body started to disintegrate into pieces. “WHOSH!” A blinding light flashed once and after the last shade dimmed, more than a trillion cultivators vanished alongside their combined form.

Ethan spat back at him. Titania cleared her throat. She could not bear to stand and stay silent anymore. "Hello, I am Titania Eros. I want to be a student here. Please be good to me." She said as she bowed at them after her introduction. "Wow, you are too formal and too polite. No need for that." Jeston smiled at her. "Oh, by the way. I am Jeston Smith. I wonder if he already introduced to you his name." Titania shook her head as a response. Jeston let out a soft chuckle while Ethan was just giving him a cold stare as he crossed his arms.

He paused, making sure everyone in the room stared at him with keen interest. "Now, what makes the Taurus AT5000 unique? Not only do you have a car that looks like it belongs in a science fiction movie, it's customized tires, top rated engines and a suspension setup that can handle even the toughest of roads is one of it's kind. The hypercar boastsa makeup featuring state of the art titanium alloys, carbon fiber accents and chassis that is composed almost entirely of Kevlar."

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.

A month later, The air in Sanctuary Zero had reached a point of crystalline tension. Outside the granite walls of the Ozark stronghold, the world was a chaotic tapestry of teal lightning and oceanic roars. The Siren-Class Harbinger had not sent a fleet; she had sent her final, most desperate weapon - a Resonance-Colossus made of pressurized seawater and ancient, vengeful intent. Xander stood at the reinforced threshold, his golden aura no longer just a shimmer but a blinding, solar flare that pushed back the encroaching Abyssal dampeners.

Something that made my Void-touched senses scream warnings. "What is that?" I demanded, staring at the sensor readings that didn't make sense. Dr. Singh's face went white. "It's impossible. They couldn't have. They shouldn't have." "What is it?" Thelma pressed. "A Void Titan. A creature made from compressed nothingness. Concentrated entropy given form and purpose." Dr. Singh pulled up projections. "It erases everything it touches. Absolutely everything. No defense works. Not Existence Anchors. Not magic. Not Theo's intervention. Pure erasure incarnate."

The woman laughed with a wave of her hand and Caitlyn joined the short laughter. "One thousand and two hundred, ma'am," The cashier told her after calculating the items and packaging them. Caitlyn brought out her card and paid. "Seven bags, wow!" She mouthed to herself and followed it with a heavy exhale. "Good thing I'm here!" A familiar voice said behind her. Caitlyn quickly turned to see Martin looking insanely hot. He wore a white hoodie with matching colored pants. His hair wasn't gelled back and Caitlyn had no idea they were so full and curly!

"Don't worry, Mr. President is too high and mighty to care about a second-hand product like you." "Nuts!" Jenna didn't want to pay attention to a villain like him, "Get out!" " Just tired of being played by Elon Mars, don't pretend to be noble." Paul unbuttoned his shirt as he glared at her! "It's impossible to cling to Mr. Adams, Why don't you follow me, I'm a senior executive of Titan with a salary of millions per year, you're lucky that I can fall in favor with you!"

You name it; he has it. I have used Tiny and his team from when I opened my first store in Milan. They go where I go and do what is needed. I laughed when he told me his name was Tiny. Because the man is anything but tiny. He is huge. His team or crew are ex-military and are really handy men to know.

The click of the door sounded like a guillotine. ​I stood in the center of that vast, cold office, my shadow stretching across the polished marble floor. Resign. The word tasted like ash in my mouth. For months, I had fought for him, then I had fought against him, and finally, I had tried to ignore him. But I never thought he would use his power to simply erase me when things got difficult. ​I walked over to his desk, my heels clicking rhythmically, the only sound in the empty suite. On the mahogany surface sat the glass paperweight he had been staring at—a heavy, clear sphere that held everything down so it wouldn't blow away in the wind.