روايات وقصص ضمن Female Armored Titan

I didn't want it--I didn't want to feel it, to feel everything. I managed to push myself forward, to follow Liam from the forest. His arm was wrapped around my waist, his heat seeping into my chilled body. I turned my eyes from every corpse that littered the ground, shoving down the sharp pangs of pain that echoed through my limbs. Tyra, Nicki, Dustin, Kris, and Liam were all in human form. Tyra and Nicki passed around clothes for the warriors to wear. Most of the clothes were a few sizes too small, but it was better than walking around naked.

“Guardians, please, come with me.” As they stand, Amir grabs my mate’s hand. I’m just about to step in, when she handles the situation, Guardian style. “I warned you not to touch me again, Amir,” she says and I watch her wolf push forward. Amir screams as he is turned to dust. My father’s eyes go wide as he sees his second in command disintegrated in front of him. The entire room goes silent around us. “Yes father. You would be wise to remember that they are called the Guardians of the Realm for a reason.” I snarl at him. “Ladies, please, come with me.”

Garrick stared, wide-eyed. I grabbed a few stab-resistant vests, put one on, then sprayed water over the surface. A thin layer of frost formed almost instantly, hardening into a crude shell. Ice armor. "Ice spears. Ice armor!" Garrick swung one experimentally, grinning. "How does your brain even work? This is better than an axe!" Rhys tested the tip against the ground. The frozen surface cracked easily under the strike. He nodded, satisfied. Only one person stood apart. Tamsin stayed back, watching us turn tools into weapons.

Something that didn't belong in a "Real World." A **Titan** stepped out of the shadows. It was thirty feet tall, its body made of rusted iron and pulsing violet tubes. It had the face of a man, but the eyes were giant searchlights. On its chest, a large silver logo was etched into the metal: **AETHEL-GROUP: ASSET RECOVERY**. "Subject 01 and Donor 04," the Titan’s voice boomed, sounding like a thousand speakers blowing out at once. "You have exceeded your 'Independence' quota. Please remain still while your 'Conflict Data' is harvested."

The mechanical storm broke through the fog layer exactly twenty minutes later. The three battalions of zinc-armored constructs didn't look like human soldiers; they were ten-foot-tall, faceless blocks of solid, industrial-grade metal, their heavy chassis painted in the sterile, matte-gray lacquer of the High Council's executive security division. Their underbelly locomotion treads left deep, screaming grooves in the white titanium rails of the lift spine, and their dual-barrel kinetic railguns were already glowing with a cold, blue electromagnetic charge that turned the pink neon haze into white static. UNAUTHORIZED SECTOR REGISTRY DETECTED.

"Move!" Dax roared, shoving my father toward the stolen SUV. "The ceiling is coming down!" But the loading dock wasn't empty anymore. Standing between us and the exit was a nightmare of chrome and hydraulics. A Titan-Sentinel. It was twelve feet tall, a bipedal tank with a rotary cannon for an arm. In the original timeline, this thing had killed three of our best riders. It had taken us six chapters to figure out how to scratch its paint.

Walter said with a frown. "If it's a living armor, it must require a lot of vital energy to work," Chase suddenly said. Titanzilla was a weapon and needed a certain amount of energy to control. It was a stage-three martial god sovereign. Compared to Lynn, who was a stage-three martial celestial god, it could not last for too long.

I was afraid to have a ride on this beast at first, but I trusted Eren though he tried to scare the hell out of me by burning up the road like grease lightning. Eren puts on his matte black integral helmet and springs one leg to the other side of his seat to sit on it. I admire him as he starts the mammoth machine, revving it a few times till it backfires a blue smoky light, causing a fractious pulsating sound. I must admit, Eren is a sexy badass on that monster.

Soon a pile of bodies were piling up at Kronos’s feet and steadily increasing. “ Enough!” came a loud and commanding feminine voice. The small gathering of the few remaining soldiers parted for a six-foot woman with twenty- three winters on her back. She had light blue hair and golden eyes full of contempt and disdain, She wore elegant black plate armor. The shoulders were pointy, wide, and quite large. They were decorated with two rows of bones on each side, one row is at the front and the other on the backside. Her upper arms are protected by squared, fully covering rerebraces which sit perfectly under the shoulder plates. Her lower arms were covered by vambraces which have a metal snake c