Reiner Braun Titan Novels & Stories

“I would stand back if you’re going to watch. We are starting soon.” “I’m Ren’s assistant,” I tell him. He looks visibly surprised, tugging his glove off his hand to shake mine. He looks boyishly handsome. He has shimmering blonde hair that glows under the midday sunlight. No wonder the girls have been gushing. Especially with his warm brown eyes. “Oh, nice to meet you. I’m Nik, I’m the manager of this lot,” he tells me, motioning over his shoulder at the others who seem unfazed at my presence.

The Seven-Star Crystal suddenly rose from my hands. Its five awakened stars pulsed in unison. A beam of light shot toward the Titan. Not as an attack... But as a scan. Aurel's eyes widened. "The crystal is analyzing it." Ancient runes appeared around the Titan. One section on its chest glowed bright silver. "There!" Aurel shouted. "That's its Core of Corruption!" "If we destroy that core..." "The Titan will fall." The problem was obvious. The glowing core lay beneath layers of nearly indestructible crystal armor.

The big steel scissors on its leg were clattering against the stone, cutting deep marks into the old rock. ​Elara’s white-lit eyes widened, the incandescent brilliance of her newly evolved sovereign core flickering for a fraction of a second in sheer, unadulterated disbelief. ​The silver-furred titan standing in the path of the automated army was immense, his shoulders broad enough to dwarf even the mutated, nine-foot bipedal form of Alpha Damon. His silver coat was a mosaic of jagged, ancient battle scars, his flanks caked in the dried, dark grease of prehistoric machinery. But it wasn't his size or his strength that made the breath catch in Elara’s throat. It was the raw, undeniable freque

Baron Vance believed that precision in the field required precision in transport, and he had curated a fleet of vehicles that were as much weapons as they were works of art. "Let’s start with the heavy hitter," Raf said, pointing to a monstrous, matte-black silhouette at the end of the line. "Inspired by Davina’s stories of the Phoenix Mafia’s legendary transport, we’ve invested in our own: The Titan." "It’s a custom-built Hennessey Mammoth 6x6, but with the Resurgence touch. Level 7 ballistic armor, a self-contained oxygen system, and a deployable drone swarm for aerial reconnaissance. It’s our mobile command center, and it’s virtually indestructible."

We drove closer. It was a small mining town. Or it had been. Now it was a ruin. The buildings were smashed. Cars were overturned. And in the center of the town standing in the middle of the road was a figure. It was huge. It was at least eight feet tall. It was covered in metal armor. It held a massive hammer. It turned as we approached. It had no face. Just a smooth steel visor. "What is that?" I whispered. "A Titan," Kaelen said. "Project Titan. The heavy infantry."

“Go on.” “But…” Her eyes run towards Helena, staring for a while. “You can’t tell her now. Let’s survive the first night under Alpha Krypto's wings,” Helena responds to Nina. “Helena, I told you no secrets,” my eyes rolled. “This is no secret. But we need the right environment to speak of it. Be patient." Just when her last words leave her lips, Titan appears from the forest. He is dressed in a fine white shirt and leather pants. His hair parted sideways like that of the Alpha of the Rogue. The high boots on his legs are just like ones Alpha Arkon wears.

" I stood and wiped my mouth with the back of my hand, my fingers trembling slightly from exhaustion. Still horny and I have a cock this big yet so useless. Without another word I started gathering my clothes. "Can you drive, Titan?" I asked while slipping on my bra. "Yes, ma'am." I tossed him the car keys, he caught them cleanly, which impressed me. I turned my back, waiting for him to hook my bra but he stood there frozen until I cleared my throat. "Hook my bra,Titan." "My apologies, ma'am." He said, then rushed over, fumbling with the hooks like a man trying to defuse a bomb. Like is he kidding me?

"It's preferable to go home." Afterwards, we put our shoes and immediately head to his bike. We came to the beach on his big sleek motorcycle. It's an amazing black Kawasaki Ninja with some prominent white outlines. 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.

Even now, days later, to access my powers feels like wading through mud with invisible chains weighing me down but when I do, I destroy them in an instant. “What do you want from me?” I asked, though I already feared the answer. “I want proof you’re more than raw power in a body,” Raven said. His eyes held me like steel. “I want to see the strong warrior I trained, the monster and also you in control of it.” A heavy gate opens at the far side of the arena. My stomach knotted. Titan stepped through. He was huge in size, eight feet tall, with broad shoulders enough to block the light of the day and arms spread like tree trunks.

Because Titan plays the long game, and he’s already decided the prize is me. We make it to the second shop after Red burns through half the last one like a woman possessed. She’s darting between hangers, flinging bras and panties at me like a lingerie-obsessed tornado, already armed with four bags full of lace and silk and high heels I’ll probably break my damn neck in. Titan follows us in like he’s guarding royalty, but I can tell he’s not taking it seriously. He stays close, sure. Arms folded. Leather cut on. Sunglasses still on indoors like some kind of damn rockstar. But every time Red wanders too far ahead, his eyes drift. And they’re not on Red.