Sym Bionic Titan Monsters Novels & Stories

Amelia said with a chuckle and Elliot frowned slightly “If I’m too superstitious, how about the god that gave you your powers, is he also a myth?” Elliot said with a sneer and Amelia was rendered speechless, the awkward silence persisted for a few moments then all of a sudden the earth began to tremble beneath them, it was lightly at first but the intensity began increasing till it got to a stage where they couldn’t even stand firm and they fell to the ground, the tremor continued for a few minutes then all of a sudden the ground erupted several metres from their current position and a giant creature crawled out of the earth, its massive body snapped trees in half and the earth was upturned

He raised his hand briefly in acknowledgement. When Beast reached the monitoring room TK punched him playfully in the arm but it still hurt a little. "What the hell was that for?" "Making me loose ten bucks. The fat girl came back AND she talked to your ugly ass." He shrugged and hoped he had hidden his smile. "Oh…well I didn't scare her off, that's for sure." TK clapped him on his back to show that he was just kidding. Christopher felt kind of good. When everyone had returned to their work he flipped the monitor back to the gym.

He turned back but before he could don't turn, a fist landed on his face making him fly far away. "You think that you can stop me?" Tsarayu asked with a slight smile on his face. "Even if I can't stop you, I won't let you kill innocent people who had nothing to do with this war!" Monster Emperor Shentia roared. "Hell of Titan!!" He roared as his eyes turned blazing red. The ground suddenly became a sea of fire. This fire was blazing red in color. They were near the small stream, but the water kept evaporating rapidly.

The sub-basement of Vane Biotics was a tomb of glass and pressurized air. I stood in the center of the "Sequence 5" nursery, the silver locket clutched in my palm so tightly the metal was beginning to bite into my skin. Outside the acrylic walls, the dark water of the Atlantic churned, a silent witness to the monsters Victor Vane had created. "Intruder Alert. Biometric purge in forty-five seconds," the AI’s voice echoed, cold and rhythmic, through the white corridor.

They landed with a heavy, mechanical clatter, their titanium limbs locking into place as their red eyes flickered to life through the dark mist. One of them; a massive, blocky creature with a reconstructed steel jaw turned its head toward Caleb. It let out a high-pitched, static hiss and lunged. "No!" Cindy screamed. She didn't run. She stood right in front of Caleb, with her hands raised, and her fingers spread wide. She didn't whistle this time; she simply let out a raw, guttural cry that came straight from her chest. The air in the concrete room compressed. An invisible wall of high-pressure wind slammed into the lunging Synthetic, catching it mid-air and throwing it backward into the wal

I muttered, scared that if the monsters spread how I had come to Raven's room, it'd get to the hearing of both Lucian and Thorne. "Is that what you want?" he asked softly, cupping my face in his cold, steady hands. My eyes reached for his, and I nodded my head. "Alright. I will be right back. Once I talk to them, they won't say a word." With that, he went out of his room. With just one word from him, every monster on the fifth floor came out from their various rooms. Somewhere were vampires, ghouls, and somewhere dragons. I stood by the door, listening to the conversation he was having with them.

“I like seeing which rats try to chew through the wires.” Shiloh clenched her jaw. “She’s alive. Why would Lucian hide that?” “Because,” Ryder said, tapping ash to the floor, “hope makes soldiers sloppy. Makes ‘em dream instead of bleed. Lucian doesn’t want dreamers. He wants killers.” Shiloh stared back at the footage, Sophie’s faint glow flickering on the screen. Her stomach twisted. “And what about these?” she demanded, flipping open a folder marked Death Machines. Diagrams filled the screen: massive silver-plated cannons, armored suits with claws like steel, crossbows wired with crude tech. “All these weapons. Are they really as lethal as he proclaimed?”

I lift it with trembling fingers, awed. “You gave me one just like this after my first shift,” I whisper, nostalgia washing over me. Then grief. I remember losing it that night Patrick and I fled Silvaton Ridge, shifting into our wolf forms and running through the woods to escape. By the time we morphed into humans, the bracelet was gone. “I lost something as valuable as this once. I can’t afford to lose anything else, Mum.” Tears spill again as I cling to her. She holds me with that familiar, steady comfort. And I want to believe it’s enough to keep the monsters at bay. But it isn’t. Not when the truth I carry is heavier than ever.

I created a monster to ruin her. Now he’s ruining me. **** Helena spent her nights writing savage Alphas who dominated, punished, and shattered their women. One car crash later, she died, and woke up trapped in the body of Azalea, the pure 18-year-old princess she had written to be broken. Her fictional story became real as King Valdman Wolverton came for her. Scarred by years of torture, this ruthless werewolf king slaughtered Azalea’s entire family in front of her eyes and dragged her away in chains. He doesn’t want a quick death. He wants her to bleed for every sin her father committed; slowly, brutally, and completely. Helena feels every second of it: every painful lash and every cr