Titanus Behemoth Novels & Stories

and I am bitten again, these dogs just can't run slower apparently. I push myself for another mile, but the night's events are catching up to me, the dark starts blurring my vision and the world begins to fade. I shake my head, not wanting to pass out in the middle of nowhere, but my body finally gives up. Just before I black out, I feel myself shifting back to a human form and then everything goes dark. *****

Through the translucent obsidian walls of the inverted spire, deep within the hollow core where the massive iron chains converged, something was moving. It wasn't machinery. It wasn't brass. It was a vast, undulating mass of pale, calcified bone and ancient, dormant flesh—a monstrous, forgotten titan from the age before the Great Divide, its massive chest rising and falling in a slow, agonizing breath that had been fed for three centuries by the blood of the north. The Council hadn't been draining our people to power a war machine. They had been keeping the titan asleep. And now, with the blood-siphon broken and our sovereign fire flooding the ancient matrix, the titan's eyes—massive, multi-

The jagged obsidian plates covering its body contracted, grinding against each other with deafening shrieks of tortured rock. The creature tried to reach for the caldera, trying to pull whatever surface magma was left, but it was too slow. The heat died. The Titan froze solid. It became a colossal, grotesque statue of dead-gray pumice and obsidian, permanently frozen mid-reach at the peak of Mount Cinder. Then, the gravity of its own immense, unsupported weight took over. The dead Titan shattered. Millions of tons of dead, cold rock cascaded down the sides of the mountain in a massive, localized landslide.

Jace shouted, his tactical rifle barking as he fired at a mercenary attempting to drop into the room. Just as the mercenaries were preparing for a final, decisive push, a sound like a low-frequency earthquake rumbled through the station. The walls didn't just shake; they groaned under a massive, external pressure. Suddenly, the east wall of the station—reinforced obsidian and steel—shattered inward in a spectacular explosion of dust and debris. A massive, matte-black armored vehicle—The Titan—smashed through the wreckage, its six wheels crushing the mercenaries’ barricades as if they were made of glass.

"This is bad." "Who is Behemoth?" Hydra asked when she saw a bit of fear in the eyes of the Princes of hell. Before anyone of them could reply her, the ground beneath them open and Belphagor, Asmodeus, Beelzebub, Leviathan and Raziah (Lucifer) where standing on a very large hand of a beast, it's claws were the longest and largest ever seen which made them look small. Only the hand of the beast was seen but the chuckle that came out from the unseen beast was petrified.

"I... AM... THE... SYNTHESIS!" He seized the planetary engine. Through the Grid, he reached out across the void, locking onto the Purge-Moon's anchor points. He didn't fire a beam. He pulled. Across the sky, the moon appeared to wobble. The blue lances flickered. Kael, now a towering figure of silver light and black iron, stood atop the Spire. He was the Lumina Titan, a being of flesh, wolf, and machine. With a roar that shook the stars, he funneled the Earth's entire gravitational weight into a single, kinetic punch aimed at the Purge-Moon.

The only thing yond t knoweth is to killeth and swallow whatev'r cometh in its way. I'm afraid yond this titan is something yond coequal the king couldst not defeat, n'r thee can talketh with it. This is the only titan who's diff'rent 'mongst the rest. Whatever it swallows, it nev'r returns. Once did swallow, it's market of defeat and death.

Behind the wall of crushing black water, the true nightmare emerged. It defied human comprehension. The Titan was a moving mountain range of jagged, obsidian-like volcanic carapace and pulsing, bioluminescent purple flesh. Massive, mile-long tentacles whipped through the air, generating localized hurricanes with every movement. Its sheer mass displaced so much water that the Pacific Ocean seemed to drain away from the shoreline, leaving miles of seabed exposed before the tsunami crashed down. "Hold the line!" Jack’s voice roared over the global comms, his heavy Defender mech bracing its massive hydraulic legs deep into the Californian sand.

Titan had no trace of Internal Breath in his body, yet he was still respected by all the guests. "Our master captured them to be his pets." Titan answered in a low and muffled voice. "Pets?" Everyone was dumbfounded. They had all done their research on Chu Xun secretly, so they knew Titan was referring to Chu Xun as "the master". "Only Chu the Devil would be able to keep so many beasts as his pets..." ... They then heard a piercing chirp across the sky as a giant figure flew past them. The figure covered the sun as a strong, fierce wind started blowing.

The world narrowed to the sound of his own ragged breathing. "And," Kael’s hologram continued, "I thought you might need some exercise." The wall on the far side of the abyss groaned. A massive section of the plating slid aside, revealing a hidden hangar bay. From the darkness, heavy, rhythmic thuds shook the walkway. BOOM. BOOM. BOOM. Two shapes emerged. They were nightmares of engineering. "Titan" Class Suppression Mechs. Twelve feet tall, humanoid but distorted, with hydraulic pistons for muscles and slabs of black plasteel for skin. Their heads were sensor clusters glowing with a singular red eye.