Novel & Cerita Titan Monstrous Nightmare

Kit replied with a smile. “And that is?” Jenny prompted. “They will be Jaxon Alexander Akechi and Mason Alexander Akechi.” Kit said. “You helped Stacey with her naming the monster, didn’t you?” Jenny asked surprised that Kit would have the names picked out well in advance. She remembered that Kit had been over their other sisters house many times the last few months. Kit had helped in the beginning of trying to find something the two people could agree on. She realized after about three weeks, it was hopeless, but in the meantime, she had found some names that she had liked if the chance ever arose to have her own child.

I watch him pass me and note the lettering on the back of his cut. Nightmare Warriors.

It resembled a massive stone golem, towering over 30 meters high. "What the fuck am I supposed to do against that!" Yelled out Marcus the fear beginning to show on his face. The titan lift one leg and smashed down into a group of soldiers. The cries of his comrades could be heard in every direction. 'I checked, double checked! There was no enemy force anywhere in these woods besides the Army that was camped on the other side of the bridge.' A volley of fireballs and shards of ice were shot at the titan. Boom boom boom boom! All of the spells struck the titan's upper body. Although Marcus could not see the damage done the titan was no longer moving.

The introduction went like this. Titan: My name's Titan. Fifteen. 80kg. 5 feet 4 inches. I know I'm fat, so don't dare talk behind my back about it or experience the most excruciating pain you've ever experienced in your entire life. This is not an empty threat, mind you. I'm effin serious. Next!

His eyes are entirely pitch black, and he doesn’t look the slightest bit bothered even as Vanya chokes and sputters, her shaking fingers desperately trying to push his boot off. “I don’t hit women, Vanya. But I fight monsters and crush them because I can. And you…you’re just another breed of monster. The kind that is destined to die by my hands.” She coughs up blood, struggling to breathe. Her eyes are bigger than I’ve ever seen them, bulging in their sockets. She looks…terrified. Slowly, he moves his feet off her throat, and she chokes. I watch as he crouches in front of her, staring at her with a blank look on his face.

Life seemed normal during the day but things changed at night. When I entered my room to sleep in the evening, I felt like someone else was in my room. I could feel someone's presence, his breathe and a male fragrance. "Someone is in here."I thought inwardly. Fear covered me up and I feared to move out and call mother. Dad was not at home yet. I checked around my room and even checked under the bed but I saw nothing, then I decided to sleep with the lights on. That night, I met my friend Bat in my dreams. He told me he is the one who put that tattoo on my back. He told me it's not a mere tattoo. It's a magical one that it will control me and sometimes it will make decisions for me.

A, I gave the monster the ability to locate anywhere in MistWorld. I also added monsters like the last one I had created just in case the monsters arrived and I needed a chance to escape. This time, I gave them super strength, a little more height, and speed. The black mist appeared just as three scorpion-wolves stepped out of the forest, their eyes on me, and roared. Taking an involuntary step back, I summoned my earth powers. Thorny vines shot out of the woods and wrapped themselves around one of the monsters, trapping it but it wouldn't hold for long.

Apparently, there were four Shade packs in the area—the Blackmoor Shade Pack, Night Shade Pack, South Shade Pack, and the Thornton Shade Pack. Each pack had their own family color of some sort. The Blackmoors were purple, Souths yellow, Thorntons blue, and the Nights green.

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."

Understood the threat. "It will reach the ritual site in six hours," he said through reality itself. "I can try to stop it, but I'm not sure I'm strong enough. The Titan is compressed nothingness from seven previous realities. It's entropy concentrated to impossible density. Fighting it means risking everything." I looked at my forces. Exhausted. Depleted. We'd been fighting for weeks without rest. But we had no choice. "All forces, converge on the ritual site," I commanded. "Every warrior. Every mage. Every resource we have. We stop that Titan or we lose everything."