Titan Wing Monstrous Nightmare Novels & Stories

A second titan, larger and darker than the first, began to claw its way out of the earth. The silver King beside me seized. The violet spark in his eyes grew into a blinding flare. He grabbed my wrists, his grip like iron manacles. "Run," he choked out. It was his voice. The gravel. The heat. The man. "Kael?" "It's a trap, Maya," he gasped, the silver on his skin beginning to crack and bleed violet light. "She’s not just building a world. She’s building a hunger." The dark titan below opened its maw, and the sky began to turn black, not with clouds, but with a swarm of drones that looked like a cloud of locusts.

************************************************** Suddenly, the manor’s alarm pierced the quiet. A shrill, mechanical scream. Red lights filled the corridors. Sergio’s phone buzzed. He picked it up and answered after listening for a while. “Where?” Marco’s voice crackled through the speaker. “West wing breach. There’s a symbol carved into the wall.” "Which family?" Sergio demanded angrily. "De Rossi, sir. I think the groom finally grew some courage." Rosana’s eyes narrowed at the mention of the man she had almost married. So he hadn't given up?

He let out a guttural, metallic roar that shook the dust from the high black prism towers and lunged through the smoke directly at Vane’s throat. "Lyra! The control lines!" Natalia shouted, her voice cutting through the rising cacophony of the awakening titans. Across the cavernous vault, the thousands of black crystalline containment pods were actively grinding open. The three-eyed obsidian vanguards inside were shifting, their massive armored limbs twitching as the green nutrient fluid drained into the lower sluices.

​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.

As Chaos began to wonder which skills to fuse first whenever he was to get the special accessory he asked Edward to make, an enormous colony of mimic monsters emerged, which were all fused as if it were a man-o-war, resembling an enormous titan of over 15 meters of height. It roared with its multiple jaws as it released a deadly crimson-red aura from its body. Chaos noticed this presence as he quickly detected that this monster's power was around peak X-Rank! Perhaps around the same power as the Blazing Fire Dragon, to boot!

The Xiezhi came flying out of the smoke, railguns flashing. Stark white armour and four burning jet engines were my first glimpse at the Titan that burst from the smoke, twin shotguns clawing at Sojwa's silver shield. Sojwa's Xiezhi was worse for wear-deep, jagged claw marks marred her silver shield, tearing the metal down the middle. "That was close!" Sojwa exclaimed. "How the hell didn't I see that Titan coming?" I focused my Valkyrie's rocket launchers on the approaching enemy, sending a salvo of fire in its direction. Despite its unexpected entrance, the Titan's ambush crumbled our combined onslaught.

It must be because he recognises me from the night he killed Micah. The pack warriors rush forward to attack the vampires. Nadia screams, sending a wave of sonic energy at us. My father, brothers and warriors are thrown back and clutch their heads in pain. I fall to the ground in agony from the sonic wave. Lord Talon releases my arm. I immediately try to cover my ears to block out Nadia’s scream. I didn’t know something like this was even possible to do. I notice blood trickling out from some of the warrior’s ears and noses. Lord Talon holds his hand up, gesturing for Nadia to stop. She immediately becomes silent. ‘I am warning you all to cease fighting. We are not your enemy,’ Lord Talon sa

I needed to go get ready and then head out again to look for Bennett. By the time I got home, I was running on too little sleep and too much adrenaline. My hands were still shaking from the memory of last night. I had stood in the shadows near a warehouse on the outskirts of the border that separated both packs, listening to Marcus’s low voice as he instructed a multitude of rogues as they swarmed like ants around him. There were fifty of them, at least. Maybe more. The metallic clink of weapons being distributed had carried in the night air. They were preparing for something, most likely an attack judging by the variety of weapons that were on display and the timing wasn’t a coincidence.

Suriel – angel of healing, whose name means “God’s command.” “Come on, wake up, sleepyhead!” I heard my aunt’s voice as she snatched the headphones away from my head. I struggled to open my eyes. I looked at my wristwatch. It was one in the afternoon. I slept in again and I knew Meredith hated that. But sometimes, I couldn’t help it. It was hard for me to sleep at nights. In the dark, the nightmares got worse. I couldn’t sleep with the lights out now. But even with the lights on, I still found myself waking up in the middle of the night, screaming as the memories of the pain I had experienced during that night come back to me, making me retreat, and curl up in fear and misery.

The one who had given his blood to forge the continent's first wards—only to be betrayed, drugged, and locked into a cold stasis pod by his own court when he refused to let them divide the land. The High Council didn't seal a monster, Lupine whispered in horror within my mind. They sealed the creator. "Elara!" A dark shadow dropped through the shattered ceiling hatch above. Tristan appeared out of thin air, his dual trench blades coated in a shimmering, dark purple neurotoxin. He struck from the titan's blind spot, driving both blades straight under the warrior's armpit where the armor plates overlapped. The titan let out a low, irritated grunt, his hand releasing my wrist as he backhanded T