Colossal Titan Novels & Stories

Goddess he is a piece of art. He stood at a height of 6'3 with a strong build, I could see the outline of each muscle through his fitted shirt. He had a millitary buzz cut which gave out a 'don't mess with me' aura. He had sharp features but what stood out the most were his narrowed moss green eyes under his bushy eyebrows. His lips which weren't too think nor too thin were stretched in a straight line. He is my mate. My true mate. "Celeste!" A soft push on my shoulder jolted me out of my thoughts, I turn to my left to find Theo staring at me with a frown.

Hybrids… half human, half immortal, it doesn’t matter who’s the human what matters most were who were the immortals. Pietro walked to the hybrids, there’s something wrong on how he smiled, it’s sending chills down my spine. I brushed Whitney’s fur, I can hear her low growls. He went to the right... TL of hybrids and looked at me, and he opened his arms wide, with a sinister smile he spoke “Welcome , Samuel. We’re the Colossal. Half human half immortal." He places his hands on his waist , that sinister smile never leaves his lips. He continued," Whitney is also a colossal, you being her parent”

War machines fused and expanded, crawling up one another, snapping and locking into place, climbing themselves to form something colossal. They were building a titan. A beast of war. A mountain of blackened steel, smoke, and raw power. Arms like towers. A torso the size of a hill. Legs that made the quaking ground feel like a whisper. Its head turned. It saw me. "I'm so dead." Then from the swarm came more shifting, more assembly—a weapon. Massive. Its right arm transformed into a blade forged from hundreds of machines. The sword glowed red at the edges, heated by its volcanic birth. It pulsed with energy, as though alive.

Scarlet faced the huge glass building of Titan Holdings, its modern exterior glimmering in the midday sunlight. The name itself carried meaning: a symbol of strength and power, an empire built of tempered steel and ambition. Titan Holdings built the cities of the future, and its elusive owner, Grayson, was said to possess the kind of power that could destroy or resurrect nations. Scarlet’s fingers clutched the black card Grayson had given her as she peered up at the towering skyscraper.

It crawled. "Target... active..." it skipped. It was dragging itself toward me. I reached for my railgun. It was gone, lost in the fall. I reached for my sidearm. The holster was empty. I had my knife. An obsidian blade, six inches long. The Titan was ten feet away. It was leaking violet fluid that hissed where it touched the star-metal. "You... don't... quit," I murmured. "Mission... parameters... absolute," the Titan said.

If I timed it right… I backed toward the spot, taunting him. “Come on, you oversized fool. Is that all you’ve got?” Titan’s eyes flashed, and he charged. At the last second, I rolled to the side, and his massive frame carried him directly under the fractured ceiling. I dug my claws into the weak stones and pushed the last of my power into them. The roof collapsed. Tons of rock fell, burying Titan beneath a crushing weight. His roar filled with rage went silent as the stones hits him down.

But it wasn't the size that made them stop dead in their tracks. It was what was in it. Scattered across the cavern floor were bones. Not animal bones. These were large, impossibly large. Rib cages like the arches of a great hall. Skulls the size of small cottages. They were bleached white and looked ancient beyond reckoning. "What in the name of the silent gods..." Ronan breathed, his voice full of superstitious dread. "Giants?" Elara whispered, clinging to his arm. "Older," Kael said, his voice hushed with awe. "Much older. These are the bones of the Earth Titans. The first children of the gods, who shaped the mountains before they fell into their long sleep. This is a graveyard. A sacred

The Titan powered down instantly, slumping forward like a puppet with its strings cut. Silence fell over the arena, broken only by the hissing of escaping steam and Valerius's heavy breathing. "We... we did it," Haley gasped, sliding down the wall. "We're alive." I walked over to the fallen Flamethrower Titan. I reached into the shattered chest cavity and pulled out a fragment of the power core. It was etched with serial numbers. And a date: 1892. "Jack," Marcus walked over, limping slightly. "That tech... that's too advanced for the 19th century."

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!"

But it was what came behind them that truly terrified me. Three figures, each standing twenty feet tall, covered in silver armor that seemed to absorb light. They moved with impossible grace for their size, and where their feet touched the ground, the earth withered. "Titan-class hybrids," Chen whispered—she'd been conscripted as our intelligence officer, her knowledge too valuable to waste. "Theoretical only, I thought. The energy required to maintain that size should be impossible." "Unless they're using multiple power sources," I realized. "How many Moonsingers did the Council really kill? How many did they harvest?"