Titan Hunting Blinds Novels & Stories

“Any word from the other teams?” “Nothing yet!” he shouted back, voice nearly lost in the wind. “The river team lost the trail at the water’s edge. They’re circling back.” The outlands stretched out before us, a maze of ruined buildings and lawless wolves who answered to no king or Alpha. Without a clear scent, we were hunting blind. But I would not stop until she was back under my roof. “Spread out wider,” I ordered. “Search every ruin, every hiding hole. Check for wagon marks, blood, anything. She is clever. She might have left us a trail. Find it.”

"They’re already on their way. The 'Titan' is moving, Silas. And this time, they’re not coming to defend. They’re coming to destroy." Back in the Sanctum, the unified Next Gen force was preparing for the final assault. The Titan was idling in the garage, its massive engines a low, steady rumble that seemed to vibrate through the very foundations of the tower. "Listen up," Chester Smith commanded, his voice a low, steady rumble that cut through the tension. "We have twenty minutes. The 'Blind Spot' is our only path to the Hive. We move in three squads, as planned."