Titan Shifters Novels & Stories

​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.

His first reaction was exactly the same as Jade’s. After only a few minutes, Alex realized that Jade had turned out to be from some Titan Tribe... This was shocking. “The Titan Tribe is the race with the greatest physical strength in the entire universe. How can you be afraid of mere astral wind? “Get up and face the wind bravely. You can only enlighten yourself and awaken the divine blood if you endure that pain with your body, ” the Martello Celio persuaded.

CHAPTER 12 Damien’s POV My stomach clenched. Titan was my dream, and it was a project I had built from the time I was a boy sketching formulas on scraps of paper. "But now," another director added, "without that alliance, Titan must be scrapped." My fists curled against the table. "You can’t scrap Titan. It is the future of this company. I have been preparing that project for years." Kareem’s smile was pure venom. "The future requires backing. And you destroyed that when you chose metal over real gold."

Asked Titan over mind link. Rather than answer his question, Hayden shifted to make a point, transforming into a colossal Alpha wolf. They were cramped in the tent but they certainly fit. Hayden’s shifting was so quick and seamless, Cory had not even heard the sound of his bones cracking and reshaping themselves. Titan did the same, shifting in mere seconds. Cory climbed on top of Hayden’s back and Sprout clung to Titan’s fur. Blaython seemed ready and rearing, standing between the Alpha and Beta. He would follow his liege anywhere. Cory took a deep breath to ease her anxiety about facing the largest group of beasts she had encountered thus far.

Although being a security guard was not very rewarding and tiring, at least the salary didn't drop. Besides, what other company is better than Titan Group? "Cursing the boss is a big offense, death is not enough!" "What do you know? Do you know how perverted that boss is?" "As sick as you?" "...." Jenna was dumbfounded by Mr. Slave's question, in terms of being a boss, she seems to be quite perverted as well. Forcing him to serve three rich women who added up to seven hundred pounds, and making him find a few more rich women to split the money with her, even buying nutritional supplements, she only buys the cheapest ones...

Damn it. “Some are, just like us some shifter’s want to kill what they believe are inferior. The hunter’s kill because they don’t understand shifters. They only see us as animals.” I nod my head as I lean back in my chair and tap my fingers on my desk. Fenrir raises an eyebrow before he chuckles, shaking his head. “What?” I ask as he looks at me. “Titus does that.” I chuckle, yeah he does. I have picked up his mannerisms lately and I chuckle at the realisation.

He had taken an old Shadow Claw training droid from the archives and bolted Architect tech onto it. But the core... the brain... was still ours. I looked at the Titan's cracked visor. "Who are you?" I whispered. I found the manual override switch on the cylinder. CLICK. The blue light flared. The Titan's synthesizer crackled. It didn't have enough power to move, but it had enough to speak. "...Warden..." the voice glitched. It wasn't the droning, mechanical voice of the Titan. It was a human voice. Recorded.

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.

Niggas was already throwin’ cash, bills raining around me like confetti. I dropped into a full split, grinding my pussy against the stage floor, then bounced back up, twerkin’ hard—my ass moves fast, cheeks smacking loud, titties bouncing free in that tiny bra. I ripped the bra off mid-spin, letting my heavy tits spill out, nipples hard as diamonds under the lights. I slid my hands down my body, squeezing my own titties, then sliding between my thighs, rubbing my pussy through the thong till the fabric was soaked.

They were different from the Council’s Erasers, less robotic, but more efficient, equipped with sonic-dampeners that could neutralize a shifter’s roar before it even left their throat. ​"They have over two hundred shifters in the east wing," Ren whispered, his eyes glowing faint blue as he interfaced with a scavenged UN comms-unit. "But it’s not just a prison, Leo. Sarah was right. They’ve hooked the 'Beta-Class' shifters up to a massive capacitor-array. They’re literally draining the Resonance from their bone marrow to power the city’s emergency grid." ​"They're treating our people like batteries," Maya hissed, her golden runes pulsing with a low, dangerous heat. "If we don't break those co