Sym-bionic Titan Lance Novels & Stories

The blow caught Zane full in the ribs. Zane was sent skidding thirty feet across the frozen deck, crashing violently against the outer stone wall of the arena. He gasped for air, clutching his side, a dark line of blood instantly spilling from the corner of his mouth as two of his ribs shattered beneath the unyielding weight of the titan's iron. "Zane!" I screamed. "Keep your eyes on the target!" Tristan's raspy voice barked as he bounded past me. Tristan didn't have his long-range rifle—in a low-visibility, close-quarters arena with no magic, a rifle was useless. He held two short, heavy trench blades, his dark eyes locked onto the titan's exposed neck joint.

And how were they finding us? In the course of two years, they had wiped out over fifty-two packs around the globe, and all their attacks were planned and merciless. “you’re going to drive yourself mad if you don’t drop this.” My head shot up sharply, and I found Tiana standing at my door, perched against the doorframe with her hands folded. “How long have you been standing there?” “Long enough to know that you must really be in love with Theodore.” She pushed herself off the frame and walked to me.

She was glad though. Luca had these steel gray eyes, almost metallic and lethal, massively built, the tallest among all, with a caveman personality. He gave out those barbarian vibes. His hair was in a manly bun. His jaw was set, she had seen him twice or thrice, and every time his jaw was clenched, as if he was mad all the time. He noticed her staring, and she abruptly looked away, he was terrifying. His eyes screamed violence. As if looking at him a little longer, and he would pummel your face to nonsense.

he threatened, his word's firm. I rolled my eyes at his statement and headed to the field. We were asked to pick a weapon and I took a spear, while he collected the sword that came in pairs. ROMAN POV. A spear, she had other items to pick and she chose a spear. I could see the disappointment in Bryce's face seeing her weapon and I felt the same way. But Dante, he felt different, he looked kin, his face didn't show disappointment. The match started with Kai rushing towards Sophia who basically dodge his attack.

Their heads were sensor clusters glowing with a singular red eye. Their right arms ended in rotary cannons. Their left arms were anti-riot shock prods, crackling with enough electricity to jumpstart a city. "Titans!" Ben screamed, his voice muffled by the mask. "We can't fight those! Small arms are useless!" The Titans stepped onto the maintenance rails. They didn't need to walk the bridge; they had magnetic clamps on their boots. They walked heavily along the walls, flanking the team, their cannons spinning up with a sound like tearing canvas.

[Name- Lance Ironwing] Age- 19 Race- Human Title- Northern Marshall {Increase All Stats by 3%} Class- Juggernaut Knight Element- Wind (GRADE 3), Crimson Flame (Grade 2) Level 181 HP:21000 DEF: 7890 ATK: 1290 Mana: 2400 Speed: 57 [Skill: Advanced Greatsword Mastery, Unstoppable Charge, Bane of Evil, Perception, Chain of Judgement, Overlord’s Dominance, Blade Aura, Blade Intent, Undying Commander, Walking Bastion, Royal Contract…] As I scanned Lance's status screen, I couldn't help but let out an impressed "Dayumm!" The skills he had acquired were truly deserving of their epic rankings, and I could only imagine the havoc they would wreak upon his enemies in battle.

It wasn't a drone. It was a man. Dante Thorne stood at the edge of the courtyard, his "Void-Titan" armor completely gone, his body covered in the gray ash of the unmade world. He didn't have his wings, and his red eye was gone—but in his right hand, he held a massive, jagged piece of the Vane-Absolute’s steering column. A piece of rusted iron from the old world. He didn't look at my father. He didn't look at the towers. His grey eye locked onto me, and for the first time in this reset reality, a slow, dangerous smile spread across his face.

The ray of blue light faded and when I pulled my palm away from him the wound that once oozed with blood was non existent and the warriors of the Moon Crescent pack were now aware of the power I possess. “I'm Blue Lily pack’s strongest weapon because I fight like a beast and heal wounds like the gods.” ~KILLIAN’S POV~ A healer? Regina Shepard is a healer? A chill ran down my spine and the men present in this room were frozen in time. Leonard had his jaw sweeping the floor. The victim of Regina's surprise attack was still holding his chest in disbelief, probably wondering what happened to the wound on his chest. Even Callum was speechless as he stood by my side, his eyes as wide as saucers.

Then as the pain increases Farris lets out a very loud, very painful, and grief-stricken, “HHHOOOWWWLLL!!” -------------------- **Meanwhile** As soon as his phone went off with the activation of Yasmine’s tracker Charles checked his weapons, yes he was a Lycan now and enjoyed all the benefits that come with that but old habits die hard especially since it has only been a short time since his change. The ammo in the gun at his hip, along with the sniper rifle over his shoulder, was filled with Hunterbane, knowing that it won’t kill those he shoots unless he shoots them in the head.

That's it! I can’t stand it anymore," Kimberly stormed into the kitchen, her fists clenched. "Why are we sitting here, pretending everything’s fine? Lucy's lying in a hospital bed, Mom! Renee turned, her face weary. "Kimberly, we’ve talked about this. These wolves, they’re beyond reason. They’re destroying everything, and you’re our only hope against them. "Against the entire Lycan race. Do I look like some all-powerful merger?" Kimberly spat. "What if it’s just one rogue wolf? Why does everyone act like we have to annihilate them all? I’m not going to be the family's weapon!"