Titan Armin Arlert Novels & Stories

Something that didn't belong in a "Real World." A **Titan** stepped out of the shadows. It was thirty feet tall, its body made of rusted iron and pulsing violet tubes. It had the face of a man, but the eyes were giant searchlights. On its chest, a large silver logo was etched into the metal: **AETHEL-GROUP: ASSET RECOVERY**. "Subject 01 and Donor 04," the Titan’s voice boomed, sounding like a thousand speakers blowing out at once. "You have exceeded your 'Independence' quota. Please remain still while your 'Conflict Data' is harvested."

​The molten orange glare of the geothermal siphon cast long, distorted shadows across the massive cavern of Sector 00. As the monolithic black titanium cylinder fully emerged from the liquid stone, the automated cooling manifolds began to hiss, spraying high-pressure nitrogen vapor that swirled around the towering Vanguard Titan Chassis 01.

Chapter 29 Finrir’s Display Aros, his eyes gleaming with admiration, signing to Finrir, "Young Finrir, I wish to witness the artistry of the Arcttegatian style that has been honed through generations." Tritan, intrigued by their interaction, watched as Finrir's eyes sparkled with excitement, a testament to his readiness to showcase the unique techniques that originated in Arcttegat. Tritan was keenly aware of the significance of this moment, as the unveiling of the Arcttegaiatn style underwater had the potential to inspire and captivate the Merguardians.

And the color of my skin never hides when I blush so it's always hard. "What's your name?" Now he stood right beside me leaning on the basin and looking down at me. Okay, how the hell was he this tall? I looked like a minor in front of him. This was so unfair. And not to forget his deep baritone voice. It was so smooth just like butter. Ew Arabella really? "Arabella" I replied. He hummed before folding his hands and damn I almost swooned. I accidentally glanced at the tattoo on the back of his left shoulder. It had wings and it between were two initials.

Not that you would be able to defeat Lord Talon, but we insisted that we conduct the meeting on his behalf,’ Soren explains. We hear the snap of branches and the sound of heavy breathing that matches mine. A man with long, dark thick hair heaves forward. I can’t see his face. He is dressed all in black, including his cape, but his shirt has the top few buttons undone, exposing his hard muscular chest. I realise he is fighting himself to stay back. I can see the beads of sweat dripping from his forehead onto the ground. He shakes his head, ‘No, it can’t be,’ he says in a deep husky voice. Butterflies erupt in my stomach and flutter, hearing his voice. ‘Lord Talon?’ Soren says, confused and wo

They light up every single nerve ending in my body, but in a good way. But I just don’t know him. Not really. I know of him. Kenton Clearwater, the insanely hot, 6ft 3in tall hockey player who has black hair and bright leaf green eyes. He plays center for the Northport Warriors, and is to be the future Alpha of the Artemis pack once his father steps down, or… is removed from his position through death. What is it that Axel wanted me to seek Kenton out for? I can’t help but wonder. What exactly do you know?

His presence filled the space before he even spoke. “Mrs. Blackthorn,” he said smoothly, his tone refined, charming even. “I hope I’m not intruding. I do intend to come on time when it is meetings like this.” I gestured for him to sit. “Not at all. You have me at a disadvantage, though. I don’t believe we’ve met. And given your scent, I can tell that you are not from here, Alpha.” He smiled, slow and confident, the kind of smile that didn’t quite reach the eyes. “Forgive me. Alpha Lorenzo D’Amaris. But I choose to go by Mr. D’Amaris when it is amongst humans.”

he shouted, his eyes fixed on Bjorn’s unconscious form. “Doctor, we have him!” the nurse called out. Arisha looked up, meeting Armin’s eyes. “We’re losing him, and we need to know—does he have any medical conditions we should know about? Allergies? Anything?” Armin’s face was ashen, but he forced himself to think, his voice cracking. “He—he has a rare heart condition. He’s been treated for it since childhood.” Arisha’s eyes flashed with realization. “That’s it.” She nodded to Dr. Erica. “We need to adjust the dosage—prepare the heart stabilizer, now!”

There hasn't been a rider born in half a century, and even before, there was only one that ruled Astoria. How could I destroy her now? Her being half human, and Astoria’s vow made this complicated. “Now what indeed.” I sighed out loud. The best thing I could do was keep her in sight and make sure she didn’t realize her powers. Snuff it out before she did. I had Max. He was the most knowledgeable in werewolf law. He could help me. “I want—what’s the thing's name—? “Jezebel.” “I want Jezebel to come live with me. She will stay under my clan, as my ward.”

The next second, he ran to Tyr’s side as fast as he could, his legs shaking, “G. . . greetings, Almighty Demigod!” “I was wondering who else is this arrogant. It turns out that you’re the one” The old man was none other than Sword Titan, whose cultivation was almost abolished by Tyr last time. “What are you talking about, Ty… I mean, Almighty Demigod? If my subordinates have just offended both of you, I'm going to teach them a lesson as my way of making it up to you.” Tyr was uninterested in lowering himself to the level of the Sword Titan. He turned around and continued to drink with Dillon without saying anything else.