Colossal Titan Novels & Stories

The world didn't end with a whimper; it began with a scream of tortured metal. The Titan-Class Extraction Drill was a monstrosity of Southern engineering—a towering, spiral-threaded spire of black iron and reinforced diamond-grit that stood over sixty feet tall. It didn't just crawl; it bored into the permafrost on massive hydraulic treads, leaving a wake of pulverized stone and shattered ice. As its tip made contact with the outer quartz shield of the First City, the sound was a high-frequency shriek that made the wolves in the trenches howl in agony.

He laughed uncontrollably making me jump unexpectedly. “You humans are hilarious; you seem to fail to realize you all are born of the same mother she knows no color. Your skin is a mere formality where genetics are concerned you all come from an Annunaki woman whose skin resembles the sky of the universe from which the lords rule over. Your skin represents the colors of the world in the purest forms that come from the creation of the royal blood line of the Annunaki, and the slightly diluted color of the LuLu of those who were created to serve the Annunaki.”

“You!You are a sadist pig asshole motherfucker that thinks he can touch any woman he wants and they won’t say a damn thing about it!” Madchen was furious, her face distorted with anger rising like a raging phoenix, kept in the dark too long, and she was reigning down hell fire upon her cowardly supervisor, unleashing all of her fury, past and present, on him…

“Don’t you have training to do?” “It’s not nearly as fun as watching you.” I countered, pouting just a bit. My eyes found the tattoo that started at his shoulder and snaked down his back. A scaled dragon, full of razor-sharp teeth and eyes glistening with intelligence. Its tail was curled around his waist, and ended in a tuft of dangerous points. Atlas’s tattoo seemed much brighter now; definitely brighter than the faded blue it had been in the past. His dragon, it looked as though it were made from ice.

A literal knight in shining armour. "The answer to all this lies on a prophecy that has been living for nearly two decades. It is the prophecy of the powerful White dragon residing amongst us werewolves. The champion of the nightcrawlers." His voice boomed through the hall, earning him gasps and some few snickers from the crowd. "Dragons don't exist. Their kind had been wiped out since the Divine Cleansing two decades ago." My father commented, and I rolled my eyes. "The prophecies I foresee are never wrong, Alpha Marcus. One dragon is alive, whether you like to believe it or not." Elder Zane said in a surprisingly calm tone though his voice remained powerful.

'What the actual f*ck,' Luca grumbled in the mind link as Hunter groaned in annoyance. Why would he annoy him so early in the morning? 'The f*ck you want?' 'Dude, Alpha King has sent his whole f*cking troop for you. They just crossed the border and Princess Violet is among them,' Luca said and Hunter abruptly sat up straight. 'WHAT?' He asked, shocked. 'Get your ass up here,' Luca muttered before he cut off their link.

Chapter 5: The Ultimate Hunt King Torvald Kane stood at the edge of the legendary Abyss of Titans, the wind howling around him like a lover’s desperate moan as he gazed into the glowing chasm said to house the Titan’s Gift, the single greatest cock in existence, a living embodiment of raw, ancient, virile power. Torvald had claimed warlords, orcs, giants, and mythical guardians, but nothing had ever fully satisfied the endless, burning hunger that consumed him day and night. This was the final hunt. The one that would either break him completely or finally make him whole.

His vision was beginning to pixelate, the world turning into a jagged wireframe of heat and shadow. Elena replied that five remained. She added that the third one, The Titan, had already cleared the thermosphere. It was too heavy to deflect, and its kinetic energy was already locked. They had to shut down its internal stabilization, or it would level the entire coastline. Alexander felt a chill return that had nothing to do with a firewall. He realized that to stop The Titan, he couldn't just send a signal; he had to enter the satellite’s core and manually trigger the self-destruct. He whispered that he had to go up.

The jagged obsidian plates covering its body contracted, grinding against each other with deafening shrieks of tortured rock. The creature tried to reach for the caldera, trying to pull whatever surface magma was left, but it was too slow. The heat died. The Titan froze solid. It became a colossal, grotesque statue of dead-gray pumice and obsidian, permanently frozen mid-reach at the peak of Mount Cinder. Then, the gravity of its own immense, unsupported weight took over. The dead Titan shattered. Millions of tons of dead, cold rock cascaded down the sides of the mountain in a massive, localized landslide.

The battlefield shook violently. Lucian stumbled. "Okay... that's cheating." No one answered. Because everyone was staring upward. The creature continued forcing itself through the gateway. Slowly. Patiently. Like existence belonged to it. The First Hunger roared. Ancient flames erupted skyward. Its colossal body launched upward from the shattered mountain for the first time. The gigantic skeletal titan crossed the sky and struck the emerging entity with enough force to destroy continents. The impact shook Earth. Shockwaves exploded across oceans. Clouds vanished.