Titan Wing Night Fury Novels & Stories

“Have you seen how damn big we’ve made them? How strong? We trained them to fight just to show what is possible to do to humans and how much damage they can take with the new batch of rapid-healing medicines. Do you know how many billions of dollars in contracts we’re looking at? How much money we’ve already made so far? They are our prototypes. Showing what we can make them do, how fast, strong, and lethal they are is going to be the research for Mercile that blows our competitors out of the water. Every guy will want to buy what we’ve stirred up. That damn Jacob could have cost us a prime one. He’s too valuable to take risks with.” Her eyes closed to hide her relieved tears. They wouldn’t

From the edge of the room, Elijah nodded in subtle approval. “And air?” I asked. “Already above,” Bina replied. “Thirty-eight aerial surveillance drones. Six long-distance gunships. Two heavy cargo airships being loaded now for mid-front reinforcement drops. If we need full aerial offense, we have the Phoenix Wing standing by.” The Phoenix Wing. Ten elite airships designed in collaboration between Rafaela’s Ministry of Science and Mina’s Homeland Corps. Floating fortresses with modern weapons and magical shielding. None had ever been used in real combat.

This was senseless, his screams were long, and my curiosity overpowered my fear when I looked out the frosted window. My fingertips burned, my head pulsed, and I was so ashamed because I was so hungry, terribly hungry. My mouth salivated when I saw the driver pulled apart. Two masked men in large, white fur coats with mud on them, rubbed along their bodies to camouflage into the forest tore his ligaments apart.

“Are you going to work looking like that?” I nodded, “Yes, I’m pulling truck this morning and just working in the back sorting the stock with Sasha.” I glanced down at my watch, “And I’m gonna be late if you keep bugging me.” I headed to her blue Pontiac Sun Fire and looked back at him. “Get in the car if you want to talk.” Frankie hurried to the passenger side and eagerly climbed in. He helped Sasha and I unload the truck and sort out the clothes and accessories in the back storage room.

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."

And while they violently skirmished in the sky above the crystal facility, a few dozen heavy mecha flew straight down towards one of the devastator fabrication bays. — Thunderbolt Squadron Role: Heavy Assault Loadout: Shaizen Mechanized Sciences “Ronin” Frontline Chassis [A] - Shaizen Mechanized Sciences “Yumi” Particle Rifle [A] - Mechanica Dharma X-54 v3.3 Prototype Round Shield [X] - Primal Machinations “Flametongue” Heavy Plasma Lance (SM) [A] — As they flew closer, their potent tungsten-palladium round shields easily absorbed any incoming fire from the defensive turrets below. Not that they bothered to deal with the turrets themselves - the fleet had that covered.

POV RUBY The private jet, a sleek G650 painted in the color of a midnight bruise, cut through the stratosphere at six hundred miles per hour. Inside the cabin, the world was a vacuum of silence and opulence, a stark contrast to the burning wreckage of the Tuscan villa we had left behind only hours ago. The air was pressurized, filtered, and scented with a hint of expensive leather and Nevan’s lingering cologne—a scent that had become my only true compass in a world where north was a shifting variable.

The blueprint of our newest fighter model lit up the room, sharp lines, adaptable wings, improved stability shifts, and a redesigned power core. The room fell silent with awe. “This is the Nirvana Collection,” I said. “Our entry for the Werewolf Aviation Administration competition.” Sophie gasped. One of the senior engineers whispered, “It can win… it can actually win.” I nodded. “We’re taking back our name.” Cheers erupted, loud, joyful and unrestrained. Wolves stomped their feet, clapped, howled, and pumped their fists in the air. The excitement rolled through the hangar. Then the hangar doors slowly opened again.

Moments later, a roar falls from my lips as I transform into my massive, dark brown wolf, Janus. DANTE A mile in as Titan sprints towards the pack house, I hear screams. Titan glances over to see a man pounding away at some poor woman. He quickly glances away once we reach them and takes off like a bat out of hell so we aren’t spotted. Technically, I wasn’t supposed to show Titan to anyone. Shifters wouldn’t understand the blue crescent Moon between our eyes.

It crawled. "Target... active..." it skipped. It was dragging itself toward me. I reached for my railgun. It was gone, lost in the fall. I reached for my sidearm. The holster was empty. I had my knife. An obsidian blade, six inches long. The Titan was ten feet away. It was leaking violet fluid that hissed where it touched the star-metal. "You... don't... quit," I murmured. "Mission... parameters... absolute," the Titan said.