Titan Monstrous Nightmare Novels & Stories

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.

The world didn't end with a whimper; it began with a scream of tortured metal. The Titan-Class Extraction Drill was a monstrosity of Southern engineering—a towering, spiral-threaded spire of black iron and reinforced diamond-grit that stood over sixty feet tall. It didn't just crawl; it bored into the permafrost on massive hydraulic treads, leaving a wake of pulverized stone and shattered ice. As its tip made contact with the outer quartz shield of the First City, the sound was a high-frequency shriek that made the wolves in the trenches howl in agony.

A creature came out, that burst every border between machine and meat. She was almost four meters tall, a monster composed of scrap, titanium and woven muscle strands, the vage had the shape of a wolf, but its head from a modified Drillhead of the Old World passed. The eyes of the creature were red-glowing sensors, who scanned us like laser beams. The monster struck a sound – a mixture of a circle hydraulic press and a deep, rolling cord. “This is an Apex watchman,” Kael whispered, and I saw for the first time since years real,

Bodies of the white creatures dance atop the wet trash can lid. Vomit crawls up my throat as I approach the door. When she opens the door in her t-shirt and jeans, I'm hesitant to go in. Huge brown eyes shake with tears, slickly sticking in the creases. Unaffected by the waste, she walks through the dump. This is her Taj Mahal.

Men like Mason don’t know diamonds when they see them. The mere thought of what she may go through being his mate had inexplicable anger surging within me and I struggled to keep Titan at bay. Yes, I named my beast Titan. He was different from regular wolves. Instead of a full shift and standing on fours, he stood on two paws like a man. His body was ripped like a giant man with a twelve-pack and toned big legs that are covered in long black fur. He is a Lycan and I can’t always say my Lycan and so on so I gave him a name. That and he gave me a hell lot of problems. He was unhinged and uncontrollable. He could lead me in a blind rage and once I come to, several innocent people would have fal

But for how long? Titan takes over, his strong wolf body slamming and biting and fighting the vampires. His strong jaws break bones and kill vampires. But no matter how many I kill, more appear. The dragons direct their fire toward Dan and Victor, and I jump in front of it. The scent of burned fur and skin reaches Titan before he can register the pain in his left side. Bitting back his yelp, Titan escapes another set of flames. Victor and Dan also get away from the danger. Pack members cover us as we get out of reach of the deadly dragon fire.

Not the name packs whispered when they wanted children to behave. It was Katrina’s strength. André’s fire. Lando’s laughter. Persephone and Delilah sleeping without fear beneath my roof. Crista’s trust. Gwen and Christina’s future. I returned to bed and gathered my mate close. The monster of Incubi had become something far more dangerous. A papa whose love would outlive every nightmare.

I was screaming as I stared wide-eyed into the blackest chasm. Something was coming. Something monstrous . 'It is him,' Juliette cried out, her face in rapture, her eyes aflame with a mad exultation. 'He has come home to us. He is here!' As the room stopped juddering, as the hurricane stopped howling, the dimensional void disappeared, collapsing in on itself like a blackhole and, as the crystal dust settled all around us, and the lights began to come back on, I saw that what now stood in the centre of the room, wasn't a monster at all.

The lands weren’t exhibiting any sort of magical episode. “It’s happening again!” She said as she turned the mirroring spell to the direction the dark magic was coming from. “It’s HIM!!!” I said in shock. “It’s Cassius!” A portal opened and a creature walked right through. The same being that killed my Leonard and was after my child, Elena. Cassius the Titan, he was called by. He came through the portal and after him, an entire pack of lycans. The black moon pack. By the symbol they bore, I could make out that they were the Black Moon pack. They all shape-shifted into their supernatural form and then, came charging right for the coven.

“I've never seen such a creature in our clan. Perhaps it’s merely tainted.” This outright denial was understandable. Tyron didn’t want to acknowledge the hideous beast as part of his lineage. As Adrian contemplated, he clenched his fists tightly. “Heavenly Body Training Art!" he shouted as he charged forward, his massive fist extended. The monster brandished its grotesque tentacles at Adrian. They were covered in black mist and unknown fluids, evoking a sense of discomfort. However, Adrian pushed aside any hesitation. His fist radiated golden light as it swung down at the monster with relentless force, aiming to destroy the creature.