Titans Of Titanfall 2 Novels & Stories

Shadows leaned over lamp posts like watchers. Tunde walked in silence. The air felt different here — still, but aware. He passed a dented vendor stall. An old man watched him go, then turned away. A scavenger child whispered something and ducked behind a cart. That was when they stepped out. Two Citadel enforcers. Matte-black armor. Silent. Smooth. They didn’t hum. They didn’t threaten. They simply… arrived. Tunde stopped. One raised a scanner. ID Confirmed. RU-Q3A-1120. Theta Protocol: Passive Retrieval.

Dark mist poured into the valley like a living tide. Thousands of glowing crimson eyes appeared within the darkness. Magnus lifted his axe. "They're coming." The Shadow Legion emerged first. Behind them came towering beasts clad in black armor. Creatures unlike anything I had ever seen. "They're called Night Titans," Orion said. "They were believed to be extinct." Each giant carried a massive chain wrapped around its arms. Their footsteps shook the valley. Then... Everything fell still. A single figure emerged from the fortress. He wore armor darker than midnight. A long crimson cape trailed behind him.

Vane raised his crystalline scepter, slamming the base of the staff against the violet alloy floor. Deep within the central sphere, a massive, pressurized piston groaned. The thousands of dormant geometric towers across the vault began to slide open, exposing thousands of pristine, black crystalline containment pods. Inside each pod hung a fully matured obsidian titan—not the basic infantry beasts from the palace, but massive, armored vanguards with three glowing purple eyes and scythe-claws that ran the length of their entire limbs. "You destroyed the factory upstairs, little Queen," Vane laughed, a maniacal sound that rattled the obsidian pillars. "But the true army was always waiting here

A voice answered from above. “Right here.” Alexander looked up — and his stomach dropped. Elite Citadel soldiers stood on the suspended catwalks overhead. At least twenty of them. Black armor. Red visors. Weapons glowing with purge-suppression tech. Elias growled. “They won’t stop us.” The captain of the squad jumped down from the catwalk, landing in front of them with heavy boots. “Elias Varyn,” he said coldly. “Primarch-class. Kill on sight.” Elias stepped forward.

They walked in and Damien and Chad stopped talking and brought their attention to the men that had just come through. They were also talking about them wondering who they were. “It is good to see you both awake, I am Tylor alpha of the Blood Moon pack, and this is the famous hunter, Derick. The king asked us to help you out while you are here.” Alpha Tylor did the introductions. “Thank you both for your help, if you had arrived a minute later, we would be dead by now.” It was Chad who spoke.

Alpha Marcos threw out the idea, which wasn't all that bad. "The cave systems go on for miles, and there's dozens of entrances." Atlas replied neutrally, sitting back in his seat. "We would have to block all known entrances apart from one, which could easily be impossible." "It might be worth a try, no?" Tessa suggested, giving Atlas and I a small smile. "I have a few warriors that work best in the dark, where they can sneak around unseen. Perhaps we can come up with a group to locate these entrances. If they are stealthy, they could avoid any rogues that might be above ground." Alpha Marcos continued.

Even now, days later, to access my powers feels like wading through mud with invisible chains weighing me down but when I do, I destroy them in an instant. “What do you want from me?” I asked, though I already feared the answer. “I want proof you’re more than raw power in a body,” Raven said. His eyes held me like steel. “I want to see the strong warrior I trained, the monster and also you in control of it.” A heavy gate opens at the far side of the arena. My stomach knotted. Titan stepped through. He was huge in size, eight feet tall, with broad shoulders enough to block the light of the day and arms spread like tree trunks.

"Move!" Dax roared, shoving my father toward the stolen SUV. "The ceiling is coming down!" But the loading dock wasn't empty anymore. Standing between us and the exit was a nightmare of chrome and hydraulics. A Titan-Sentinel. It was twelve feet tall, a bipedal tank with a rotary cannon for an arm. In the original timeline, this thing had killed three of our best riders. It had taken us six chapters to figure out how to scratch its paint.

Its eyes were closed. "Meet Project Titan," Garrett said. "My masterpiece. A chimera. Wolf strength. Human intelligence. And zero conscience." He held up a remote detonator. "If you shoot me my dead man’s switch activates," Garrett said. "The tank opens. And Titan wakes up. He is programmed to kill everything with a heat signature." I hesitated. "You are bluffing," Kael said. "Am I?" Garrett asked. "I sacrificed my own wife to build this empire. Do you think I care if I unleash a monster?"

Kayla throws vials toward the Blood Dwellers to poison and disorientate them, but it does not affect them. ‘Talon, the Blood Dwellers can’t be killed. They are illusions from Lord Atticus’s mind. Although they become real, he can resummon them each time they are killed. The only way to stop them is by defeating Lord Atticus himself. If we do that, then the Blood Dwellers will disappear forever.’ ‘Then you stay here, Lylah. I’ll go for my brother.’ ‘No, not on your own! You can’t defeat him on your own. I’m going with you!’