Giant Novels & Stories

Join us at the Grand Ballroom for the Annual Corporate Gala. ​"And so it begins," Sarah sighed, leaning back in her chair. "The one night of the year where we pretend we aren't terrified of the 40th floor while wearing shoes that pinch our toes." ​"Is it really that big of a deal?" I asked, trying to focus on my color grading.

“I got the ointment. This will cure everyone’s wounds within hours.” Blode nodded, “We should be careful because we are facing a powerful enemy here. Prince Gigantor has the ability to control and heal.” My heart dropped at the idea. He’s right. We should be careful and we shouldn’t underestimate the giants here. Though, the first time I ever saw them I know we don’t stand a chance that much because of their size and agility. Even if they weight ten times compared to us, but, that doesn’t stop them from moving quickly.

It wasn't a knight. It was a **Giant**. A massive, translucent being made of a billion lines of code. It had no face, only a single, glowing eye that looked like a camera lens. "The **Executive**," the woman in the suit whispered, her face turning white. "The personification of the Aethel-Group’s greed. It’s the 'System Admin' of the Recycle Bin." The Giant reached out a hand—a hand that was the size of a city block. As its fingers brushed against a skyscraper, the building didn't fall. It **Simplified**.

I was ready. I had spent months training for this moment and I was ready. The annual Grand Hunt had finally come for this year. Until now, I couldn’t be a part of the festivities because I was too young. The age for eligibility to participate was 24. This year, it was finally my year. I’d been training since before I even qualified. I would do it; I would win. For my family. I had to. I would restore my family name if it was the last thing I’d do.

Synn laughed and we both scurried out of the penthouse. I suddenly froze the moment I stepped outside, I couldn't believe my eyes. The long, sleek white bus rolled up just at the front of the penthouse. It's an extremely long bus that can take the entire citizens of a small city. It's tinted windows sparkling under the streetlights. "What...the...hell!" I blurted, I didn't even know when the words escaped my mouth. "Don't be surprised, let's go." Synn yelped excitedly, then she dragged me by my hand as we climbed into the luxurious bus.

"I don't recall as we did." Giant was no more than five feet tall-his true name was Bedwyck-but a fierce little man for all that. "Slayer, did you ask Craster for his counsel?" Sam cringed at the name, but shook his head. He filled another spoon, brought it to Bannen's mouth, and tried to ease it between his lips. "Food and fire," Giant was saying, "that was all we asked of you. And you grudge us the food."

she said. "Oh ok" I said. "Oh before I forget. My dad got me tickets and told me to give you and Ella. They are tickets to Miami-" I was cut off. "MIAMI" Liz screamed. "Yes" I said, laughing. "What's the occasion?" she said as I handed her the ticket. "Grace, his second child, is celebrating her birthday next week Sunday, you know two days from now" I explain. "WHAT! 2 DAYS. THAT'S LESS THAN ENOUGH TIME" She screamed.

Warren shouted, "Everyone looked up and crowded around the screen. "The basket ogress, some stories say she can bring herself back to life, and she'll bestow wealth on anyone who can capture her child," Warren pointed at the screen. "She's a giant," I know you are strong, Warren, but you are not that strong. The five of us would struggle to take down a giant." "Depends on the definition of giant," Jack rattled the dice in his hand. "El Silbon was ten feet tall. Can he be classified as a giant?."

Myra decided to change her clothes before joining the lunch. After taking shower she looked at herself in the mirror. A 22 year old girl's reflection got reflected. A girl with 5 feet 11 inch height, ocean blue eyes, golden brown hair, perfect jawline and slim but masculine figure. People used to tell her that she is the mini version of Minerva. Myra sometimes thought in her mind, she really has very few features from her father Rana Pratap. Maybe only a bit of face cutting she has got. She wore a half sleeve t-shirt, with a black skinny jeans.

The girl nodded –smiled politely. Gabe adjusted the backpack strap hanging from his right shoulder, then said, "I'm Gabe." he said to Malia with a smile and patted his left chest. "This is Ash, my twin." Gabe pointed his index finger at Ash who was on his right side. Then he pointed his index finger back at another person who was standing on Ash's right side. "He's Archie, our best friend." Gabe ended the introductory session. "I'm Malia." She said briefly.