Gigan Titan Novels & Stories

Atlantis, without the power of the crystal, will lose the battle. Milo's wingly, realizing the lost of her power, was suddenly in frenzy too. "Gaylia, steady girl!" he commanded helplessly. As soon as an enemy warpod came chasing after them, Gaylia darted away fast with all its might. She was out of control and Milo had to hang on like a ragged doll. Gaylia is reputed to be one of the fastest flying wingly in all of Atlantis so Milo surmise that at the speed she's engaged in flying scared, they would go beyond the island's sky boundaries in no time, which they certainly did.

“The tailors will be here shortly.” “Tell me, are you related to the previous water nymph?” Atlas asked, with a tilt of his head. His towering height and deep voice made him horribly intimidating. The water nymph flushed, most likely from a bit of fear. It was a strange sight, considering her pale blue skin. Her blush seemed to turn her a few shades deeper, almost cerulean in color. “Or is there another reason you’re wearing her face?”

And directly ahead of them was the source. It was a nightmare of biomechanical engineering. The A****n Titan was an orbital fortress the size of a small moon. It resembled a massive, twisted metallic flower, its "petals" made of jagged obsidian and pulsing purple flesh. In the center of the structure, a colossal, glowing core was actively sucking in the Earth's atmosphere, corrupting it, and spewing out thick clouds of toxic Genesis Gas. "It's beautiful in a horrific, world-ending sort of way," Harper breathed, her Architect memories resonating painfully in her skull as she looked at the ancient machine.

My arm left Higan's neck and I reached down to stroke myself as my orgasm neared. Higan's labored breath brushed my lips and he looked down at me. His lustful his gaze made me feel more turned on. I threw my head back and shut my eyes, moaning loudly as my orgasm washed over me. I shuddered as spurt after spurt of cum fell onto my stomach. "You're squeezing me so tightly, Jamie," he whispered before burying himself to the hilt and coming into the latex. I tried to catch my breath and Higan slowed down his thrusts before pulling out of me.

No one could figure out how they were going to clear this round. “Guys, maybe we can go through this round,” I say to all of them. “Look,” I pointed towards the aggressive creature. “The titan has good ability to almost everything, its vision is clear, it’s hearing is equivalent to an animal. But there’s something he’s not good at.” I smile as I looked at the others. “It’s speed.” Everyone stared at the giant and figured it was true. “It’s good at everything, but because its size is ten times bigger than us, it takes him 10-15 seconds before it reaches us while launching an attack.”

This realization underscored the meticulous planning and foresight that had gone into orchestrating this massive undertaking. As I studied the caravans more closely, I noticed something peculiar about the creatures tasked with hauling these massive vehicles. [Mutant Titan Bull - Mysterious Rank] [Level 70] [Skill- Super Strength, Advanced Stamina Regeneration, Hibernation, Survivor] They appeared to be mutant bulls, possessing extraordinary physical attributes that made them ideally suited for this demanding role. Their immense strength, coupled with an advanced ability to regenerate stamina and a remarkable resilience, made them the perfect beasts of burden for this endeavor.

At this point, Maxwell made Tristan feel so small. "You are out of your mind," Tristan sneered, pointing at Maxwell. He looked around at the guests, trying to rally them. "Are you all actually buying this? He's lying! Five million dollars? A building? A villa? The man's own mother cut him off because he's a failure! He doesn't have that kind of money!" Maxwell didn't argue. He simply reached into the inside breast pocket of his suit jacket and pulled out a sleek, heavy metal card.

Standing close to it felt almost like being caught in the rain. As I walked, I kept thinking about what Lan had said earlier—that he was a giant. According to legend, the giants of ancient times were truly gigantic, usually standing 1.3 to 1.5 times taller than the gods. Modern giants were no longer as astonishingly large as their ancestors, but they were still at least a head taller than ordinary gods. Lan was indeed tall; holding a long conversation with him would probably leave my neck sore. Still, he was only slightly taller than Frey—so how could he be considered a giant?

" A young mother with short hair said smugly. "My husband works for Titan Group, and their president has eighteen bodyguards, each with a golden T logo on their shoulders to symbolize their status!" After a pause, she added, "Looking at this formation, the president must be coming!" "Wow!" A young woman fantasized extravagantly, "The bodyguards are all so handsome, how handsome must the president be!" " Generally, only people who are short and ugly themselves will seek a group of tall and handsome bodyguards to protect them to achieve psychological fulfillment."

Barbie shook her head in disagreement. “You expect me to believe that Derek Stygian kidnapped you?” “Yes!” “The Derek Stygian?” Lewis threw his hands in the air. “YES!” Barbie laughed again. “Lewis, please.” “What?” “Derek Stygian is one of the richest men in the city.” “I know!” “He owns businesses, clubs, companies…” “I KNOW!” Barbie looked him up and down. “And you think someone like that would kidnap you?” Lewis stared at her. “Yes!”