Novel & Cerita Titan Wing Night Fury

The Emerald Green Light pulsated instantly, warm and powerful, a lively pulse that comes directly from the Healed Earth was led through the Typhon Synode in our Rover. “Gravitations-Rotoren to eighty percent,” I ordered. “Nova, secure the upper Platforms. Silas, keep the cryogenic values in the eye. We fly into the shadows.” I ripped the copper levers forward. The steel coils came out loudly from the Platform of flying basar. The new carbonium wings started the first sharp gusts of west wind, bend smoothly and catapulted us with breathtaking speed directly into the pale cloud formations.

She happily said as she observed him through the magical orb. A massive warship left a planet covered in dark thunderous clouds and joined the waiting fleet. A man wearing a black armor decorated with medals was standing and looking outside the observation deck. "Soon, Heavens Fall will be ours. The Nightmares will win this war." He smiled after saying these words with complete confidence. "Set course for Heavens Realm. Time to show those Starlian insects the might of the Nightmare's Dark Fleet." He ordered his men. The massive fleet began to move and advance towards a Titan Class Portal (a massive round purple portal). A much smaller ship is also with the fleet and is escorted by seven drea

I closed my eyes as I clung onto the vampire's clothing that still hung from his frame. "I didn't know that you could fly," I shrieked. Draven chuckled and told me only vampire royalty had wings as he and Devin flew fast and far. Finally, we swooped down into the foliage of a birch tree landing upon a thick branch. "You're both royalty?" I questioned and Devin nodded. "We are both princes. We also have someone following us," Draven growled and pointed down toward the trees getting knocked over and heading in our direction. The huge hybrid warrior called Titan burst through the foliage and glared up at us. Devin gestured toward his brother.

The executive hangar was a massive, sterile cavern of polished steel and white neon, a stark contrast to the blood-slicked concrete of the Moonhaven Coast. In the center of the bay sat Rhys’s private aircraft—a sleek, multi-million silver shard VTOL. Its carbon-fiber hull was pitch black, stamped with the silver frost-wolf emblem of the Stormfang Syndicate. The twin jet engines rotated slowly on their housings, emitting a low, bass-heavy hum that rattled right through Agnes’s boots.

In the Primordial’s wing, silence stretched thick across Titan’s study. The room was expansive, dimly lit by a few burning candles inside iron sconces along the tiled walls. Ancient runes pulsed faintly beneath the marble floor like veins beneath skin. Titan stood by the towering glass ceiling window, hands clasped behind his back as he overlooked the winding staircases below and beyond them—the ancient forest. Even from here, it felt restless tonight. His silver eyes narrow slightly. “Did the forest react to her presence?” he asks at last.

Even with the nether aircraft's advanced capabilities, its intelligent evaluation system had issued a danger warning. Gideon gave the command, and the aircraft nosedived swiftly. He then flung open the cabin door and jumped out, landing on a dragon phantom. His Solar Titan Physique activated completely, causing three radiant suns to appear. With a thunderous shout, Gideon merged the suns into one, creating a blazing fist of light that launched at the nine missiles. After delivering the strike, Gideon quickly returned to the aircraft. The aircraft transformed into a streak of light and sped away from the scene.

"We remember the woman who rocked us to sleep. The one whose voice they recorded." Sister Marguerite made the sign of the cross. "Blessed Mary, mother of God." Daniela snorted. "More like mother of monsters." Kara's wings snapped open in threat—then stilled when I raised a hand. To my shock, she obeyed the unspoken command. Lina, ever fearless, wriggled between us to stare at Kara's retractable wings. "Are those organic?" "Titanium filaments grafted to the scapulae," Kara said proudly. Then, softer: "It hurt."

"Project Titan. The heavy infantry." The Titan raised the hammer. It slammed it into the ground. A shockwave of earth erupted toward our car. Kaelen swerved. We went into a ditch. The car rolled. We crashed. Silence. Then the sound of metal tearing. The roof of the car was ripped off. The Titan stood over us. It blocked out the sun. It reached down. It didn't reach for me. It didn't reach for Kaelen. It reached for the boy. "Asset located," a synthesized voice boomed.

The rainbow cloud spurting from its rear gave the angelic mech a majestic appearance, as if it was a queen that claimed the skies as its domain. The VF-5 let out an indignant cry from its beak as it accelerated in a sudden fashion, eager to challenge the interloper. While its half-wrecked wings reduced the power of its flight, its plentiful thrusters still provided a substantial amount of explosive acceleration. The vulture flew out with its sharp and menacing claws stretched out. The force of its approach enough to wreck any Fantasia-based chassis in a head-on collision.

I mirrored him, the white Origin-fire of my engine trailing behind me like a comet’s tail. We hit the glass roof of the Citadel. The Sovereign’s tires shrieked as they made contact with the sloped, reinforced windowpanes. The suspension bottomed out, jarring my teeth, but the angle saved us. We didn't shatter the glass; we skidded down it, using the momentum of the fall to transition into a high-speed drift across the penthouse roof. Behind me, the rest of the pack slammed down. Sparks showered the night as Tank’s heavy trike dug grooves into the architectural steel. Reaper and Sienna landed flawlessly, drifting into a defensive perimeter.