Titan Book Ship Novels & Stories

Up close, the Terminus' sloped exterior was nowhere near as smooth as it had appeared, making climbing it easy. Sparks trailed behind my Veles as its feet made contact with the grey armour, and I began a desperate sprint up the side of the warship. I kept my mech as close to the engines of the ship as possible, skirting the aft edge of the vessel. The Titans were already halfway up, so I had to make good time. Not one mech could reach the top of the ship, or our assault was as good as finished. About a quarter of a kilometre from the apex, one of the Titans took notice of me, rotating its body toward the source of the disturbance. I opened fire without hesitation, peppering its armoured shel

I said to myself, “No matter what challenges lay ahead, I know that I will always have them by my side.” One sad night, I whispered to myself. “I miss you father. I miss going to that coffee shop on Main Street with you every Saturday morning.” I spotted a shooting star in the distance and began to sob, thinking, “I really wish that you were here to see this star with me, father.” “The Crimson Tide is a really reliable and well-maintained ship. It's known for its efficiency and expertise in delivering marine equipment worldwide,” Captain James had told me when I'd asked him about the ship. “The vessel has completed several successful deliveries before it set sail on its latest mission.

Its forward gravity-anchor snapped with a sound like a thunderclap, and the three-hundred-thousand-ton titanium hull began to tilt nose-down, its massive, un-targeted bulk drifting in a slow, irreversible slide straight toward the upper residential rings of the Spires. "The ballast..." Kemi whispered, her eyes wide with a cold, scrapper terror as she watched the shadow of the falling titan grow over the plaza. "If that thing hits the central column, it’s going to trigger a domino effect. It’ll drag all five tiers down into the mud." "It won't hit the column," a dead, digitized voice rattled from the floor behind us.

"Bahuga Jaya Ship." I don't know if I feel that seeing this ship is very similar to the Tetanik ship that sank in the Atlantic Ocean. "How scary is the ship, so scary, can you or not get on this ship?" "How come Sintia, our people have started to climb into the hull of the ship, hurry up and get up so you don't get delirious." "That's right Ma, how strange the ship is."

The blue ship didn't fall; it remained suspended, its cedar hull resting on a sea of pure, unwritten text that stretched out into a third horizon where the light wasn't amber or violet, but the brilliant, blinding gold of an early morning sun. Standing on the white horizon directly ahead of our bow, waiting for us at the very top of the new page, was a single, massive iron milestone. And carved into the metal, in a raw, un-optimized hand that had been written with a simple piece of charcoal, was the first line of our new destination: "VOLUME 10, PAGE 1: THE REGISTRATION OF THE REMAINING CORES." From the deck of the blue ship, Mia looked up at the new sky, her small hand reaching out to catch

Elara gasped. ​She realized then that the archipelago wasn't a group of islands. It was a single, colossal organism. It was a living fortress of bone and shadow that had been slumbering beneath the waves. The Elders hadn't hidden the vessels on islands; they had embedded them into the flesh of this titan. ​The mist around the ship began to solidify. It formed into jagged, crystalline shapes that looked like frozen claws. One of the shapes lunged for the cradle.

It simply stretched its colossal form across the boiling sea, and a visible, violet psychic shockwave swept outward in all directions. "Activate the carrier's psychic dampening shields!" Sebastian roared into his comms, his reaction instantaneous. But the Hyperion's shields were pitifully thin against the absolute, god-like power of the ancient Titan. VMMMM—CRACK! The reinforced, blast-proof glass of the command bridge instantly webbed with fractures. Inside, dozens of tactical operators collapsed, clutching their ears in agony as blood seeped from through their fingers.

I elaborated. "Yeah yeah I saw the tag BraTina." I rolled my eyes at her childish remarks. "Just so you know I will always be on team #Sebina" Tiffany chuckled from the other end. "TIFFANY! You never understand now, do you? Always building ships that were bound to sink rather sail, just like the fucking Titanic." I chided. We chatted up for some more time and then I finally retired to my bed with a happy face and peaceful mind. The beep of my alarm was loud enough to let me know that it's my time to rise and shine.

The giant ship did not just arrive. It ripped the sky wide open. It looked like some massive, jagged tooth—so huge, you couldn’t see a single star past it. From the library windows, the “Tooth” sat out there like a mountain built from black iron and cold glass. No lights. No engines. Just a heartbeat, deep and thunderous, shaking the Oven-Maker’s metal floors with every thump. “That’s not a ship,” Raven whispered, clutching her metal pipe so tight her knuckles went pale. “That’s a tomb.”

"Project Titan. The heavy infantry." The Titan raised the hammer. It slammed it into the ground. A shockwave of earth erupted toward our car. Kaelen swerved. We went into a ditch. The car rolled. We crashed. Silence. Then the sound of metal tearing. The roof of the car was ripped off. The Titan stood over us. It blocked out the sun. It reached down. It didn't reach for me. It didn't reach for Kaelen. It reached for the boy. "Asset located," a synthesized voice boomed.