Colossal Titan Novels & Stories

Gemma paused as she suddenly slammed the table jerking everyone present in the room. “Peace treaty breached as King Corporation sent Dain test and defective planes, killing everyone onboard.” Gemma said as people present immediately began to think that there is a high possibility of that happening. “Kings Corporation is the face and foundation of New City, if you shake its foundation, the building collapses, they are not dumb for offering 8 trillion, they know what they're doing.” Gemma breathed out. “I would reject the proposal immediately.” Seth said hurriedly. “Director, if you aren't capable of thinking of every possibility and outcomes of the proposal given to you, I think you should cl

All three heads turned toward the floor at once. Then it came. A sound older than words. A roar too deep for any machine, too primal for any engine. It vibrated in Ellie’s teeth, sank into her bones. A low, rolling rumble. Scales. Wings. Wrath. Ellie staggered. “What… what is that?” Cerebus’s golden eyes burned. His growl was not for the soldiers anymore. It was for something older. Something waking beneath them. The Chimera. Level 5 — Surface Exit

"And bring up the structural schematics for the High Spires Central Coliseum." Minutes later, Agnes stood before a massive, floating holographic tactical table in the center of the citadel’s command hub. The blue light cast sharp, angular shadows across her pale face, reflecting off the uncut silver moonstone of her fate-ring. Floating before her was a detailed three-dimensional rendering of the Central Coliseum—a soaring, seventy-thousand-seat athletic cathedral located in the heart of Archon Malakor’s corporate territory.

It rested its massive burning‑rock palms upon the rift edges, causing surrounding slabs to melt into lava pools beneath its weight. A sonic vibration, heavy as a collapsing mountain range, emanated directly from its obsidian‑chest core, resonating in the mind of every living being in the hall with an unappealable demand: "The mortal crust crumbles... The First Titan has reached the roots of your nest... We come not to bargain with mud‑born kings or smoke‑queens... Surrender the Trinity of Blood into this pit before the moon reaches its zenith... or the entire mountain shall collapse upon your bones, and the earth will swallow your lineage forever."

The monochromatic silver of the sector was washed away by a flood of vibrant, living color. ​The Fall of the Titan ​The Sentinel-Auditor let out a final, metallic groan as its internal black hole collapsed. The massive titan began to fall apart, its brass gears turning into "Black-Bloom" vines as the Aether reclaimed the machine. ​The Vane’s Legacy II reappeared, its ivory hull glowing with a brilliance that outshone the nebula. The ship caught Kaelen, Lyra, and Julian just as the machine dissolved into the void.

he said finally. “That thing doesn’t follow commands the same way the others do.” “What does that mean?” “It means,” Adrian said, his voice tightening slightly, “You don’t direct it.” A beat. “You point it.” Lyra swallowed. The system pulsed again. Stronger. Heavier. [TITAN-CLASS GUARDIAN ONLINE] [CONTROL LINK: UNSTABLE] [PRIMARY DIRECTIVE: ENGAGE HOSTILE THREAT] The Titan moved. One step. The ground shook violently. Sand surged outward in a wave, smaller guardians staggering slightly as the massive construct advanced.

"The mountain. Look at the Great Peak." ​The highest mountain in the Northern range, a jagged spire known as the Titan’s Finger, was shifting. It did not merely crumble. It unfolded. Huge slabs of granite, some the size of the Citadel itself, tumbled down the cliffs. A massive, clawed hand made of living stone and pulsing purple veins punched through the crust of the Earth. It gripped the side of the ridge, shattering a forest of ancient pines into splinters with a single flex of its fingers.

Yet, despite the oppressive dark, a faint, rhythmic crimson light pulsed from the open archway ahead, casting long, blood-red shadows across the stone floor. Gideon pulled me behind the edge of the carved archway, dropping to one knee as we peeked into the central vault beyond. My breath caught in my throat. The central subterranean vault was vast—a massive, circular amphitheater carved out of the mountain's deepest roots. Suspended in the exact center of the cavern, floating over a bottomless pit of liquid magma, was the Titan Core. The massive, crystalline sphere throbbed with an erratic, blood-red light, its subterranean ley-lines groaning under the strain of being siphoned.

I whispered to Leah. Leah snickered quietly. “Yes and yes.” No wonder every stall we pass by, women pops out like a hole in a mole whacking game. “Hey,” I grabbed Leah’s attention again, her emerald eyes gleaming my way to which the hairs on my back stood from the excitement. I composed myself. “Why is Tyson’s brother teaching me about my powers? Isn’t he also a Mavi?” She shook her head no. “He’s like you. A Zonculi.”

“I’m honoured. This isn’t a place to discuss business. We should move to a private room.” Colin didn’t protest but his eyes were on Titania the whole time. “Ladies first,” he smiled and escorted us the way to a private room. The private room was nothing I had expected. It was completely soundproof and had no connection to the Inner City’s mainframe network. I couldn’t reach Cain and had only Kevin with me. “So this is the rumoured Silent Citadel. I’m impressed.” Colin grinned. “Reserved for only the ones with credit and power.”