Sym Bionic Titan Monsters Novels & Stories

CRUNCH. A massive Titan-Class Droid stepped through the breach. It was twelve feet of reinforced steel and hydraulic rage, armed with a rotary cannon. "Target: The Hackers," The Titan’s synthesized voice boomed. "No!" Aurora threw a telekinetic shield up, but the Titan’s mass was too great. It smashed through her shield with a casual backhand, sending Aurora flying into a server rack. "Aurora!" Kael screamed. He charged the Titan, risking his life to jam his electrified baton into its knee joint.

she asked Dennis. "Bionics," he replied. "Heavy titanium plates infused with a defensive-offensive technology that even the Army hasn't begun to conceive of its existence yet. They're trillions of dollars in worth and thousands of tons in weight." And somehow, a shadowy division of an even more shadowy covert department of the UN decided to give them to a teenager to play with, Megan added in her head, the thought perplexing her. But speaking of which, she asked, "How in the world is he able to carry the wings then if they weigh as much as you said?"

Their Alpha, a massive beast named Titan, stepped forward on hydraulic hind legs that hissed with every movement. "You carry the scent of the organic," Titan rasped: his voice a distorted, metallic growl that lacked any melodic resonance. "But the organic is weak. The 'Clockwork Necrosis' takes the flesh, but the iron endures." Even as he spoke, Titan’s metallic chest plate buckled, and a thick, black fluid—a mixture of oil and infected blood—leaked from a seam in his shoulder. He collapsed: his hydraulic limbs locking up as the mechanical components began to reject the remaining, dying marrow in a systemic meltdown.

It wrapped around the Titan’s arm like a python. The Titan froze. "System failure," the voice crackled. "Bio-readings dropping. Critical... critical..." The Titan started to scream. It was a horrible, wet sound that echoed inside the helmet. The purple mist seeped through the joints of the armor. It ignored the steel. It went straight for the flesh inside. I watched in horror as the Titan’s struggles grew frantic. He tried to shake the boy off, but my son held on with supernatural strength. The mist pulsed. Throb. Throb.

We're sitting on a bench in the waiting area, mom and a nurse who was tending her wounds are also with us. "We were on our way to the neighboring pack to deliver some goods as Alpha Jarek ordered us, but we were suddenly attacked by some strange looking creatures -I have never seen anything like them before" "What do they look like? Can you describe them?" I asked. Her eyes blinked rapidly as she tried to hold back her tears. "They looked like giant bats, but they're not bats..." Giant bats, but they're not bats? "...they had very long nose but only one nostril, pink eyes that had murderous intentions lurking in them, six legs and blade like arms with no fingers or claws"

While the bloodhunts retreated to dark and gloomy underground caves. The witborns have overpopulated Dianium, compared to the fellhounds and the bloodhunts. They advance in knowledge and new technology, compiling codexes and conducting studies to maintain their defenses against the other races. Dianos, the moon titan, gave the witborns the gift of air and water power technology. With this knowledge and means, they have constructed what is called the Tink Tank. A Tink Tank is a steam-powered full armor that is worn and controlled mechanically by the wearer. It is a battle suit with enlarged limbs to raise up the strength of the witborn wearer.

He sigh in relief this time, while I'm thinking deeply to the way the fogs vanish in the distance. The gust of winds...strangely don't affect the course of its path. “This place is weird,” I hear Arsy. He look something from the ground and occasionally look at me as if I'm some sort of a mystery. “There's no way out. Except the hole above!” he pointed the hole I punch earlier and find it weird how I do that when Arsy suddenly bang the wall below it. He shriek, the holds of the metals he lift to crack the wall loosened, now his eyes bloodshot to me. “Are you for real, Pyro?”

I tighten my grip on David and ask, "Your proclamation—what's the big picture? Where do you see this going? I'm curious, Alpha Nicodra. Do you have any specific ideas regarding how exactly you're going to resurrect our culture?" He lifts his glass to me and says, "I'm happy to hear your interest. My ideas are truly rooted in our conformity to a way of life that was simply not built on the beings we are. Frankly, Brigette, we are not human. In all honesty, we're monsters—at least to them, at least in our physiology." "Monsters," I repeat, tasting the word on my tongue.

The only thing yond t knoweth is to killeth and swallow whatev'r cometh in its way. I'm afraid yond this titan is something yond coequal the king couldst not defeat, n'r thee can talketh with it. This is the only titan who's diff'rent 'mongst the rest. Whatever it swallows, it nev'r returns. Once did swallow, it's market of defeat and death.

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.