Titanus Behemoth Novels & Stories

Buck warned, his voice trembling with sheer terror. Then what is it trying to do?! It's trying to be BORN! BOOM! The dark magic surrounding me exploded in a shockwave of violent, blinding force. I screamed as the titan’s massive, twenty-foot-tall shadowy frame began to violently mutate. Its black fur dissolved into burning, white-hot flames. Its massive horns cracked and shattered into dust. Its colossal bones snapped and reconfigured, shrinking down rapidly, shifting from a terrifying beast into a slender, graceful humanoid form.

He fought down a smile. Liv's breaths came quickly as her eyes locked on his body. He had muscles she hadn't even known existed. He was like a marble sculpture, all hard planes and valleys, veins popping out from his extraordinary muscles. When his thumbs tugged down his briefs, her breath caught in anticipation, but he shifted before Liv could even get a glance at what was under the black cloth. She jerked in surprise. Between one blink and the next, he'd gone from a muscled Viking warrior to a huge, white wolf. He was so large she thought he looked like one of the Dire wolves from Game of Thrones.

Everything was moving in a positive direction for the Behemoth. "Go forth and destroy everything in sight!" "Yes! Excellent!" The earth trembled. A hundred-meter-tall Behemoth gradually emerged from underground. It looked somewhat similar to a beast mech. Its outer appearance was very distinctive. Its head and limbs were like those of a normal mech, but there were over a dozen spikes on its back. The spikes varied in length, with the longest reaching twenty meters and the shortest only seven meters. Moldur was still adapting to the Behemoth's body. After crawling out from underground, he walked a bit unsteadily.

The one that would either break him completely or finally make him whole. Lightning flashed across the open marble platform at the top. In the middle stood the Titan, nine feet of pure muscle and glowing power. His skin shone with silver light. Between his legs hung the biggest cock Torvald had ever seen. Even soft, it was thick and heavy, longer than his arm. As Torvald watched, it grew hard, rising up like a thick, veiny monster. The fat head leaked shiny drops that glowed in the dark. The Titan looked at him with burning eyes. “Little king, you dare come here?” his voice boomed like thunder. “This cock has broken stronger men than you.”

“Don’t you have training to do?” “It’s not nearly as fun as watching you.” I countered, pouting just a bit. My eyes found the tattoo that started at his shoulder and snaked down his back. A scaled dragon, full of razor-sharp teeth and eyes glistening with intelligence. Its tail was curled around his waist, and ended in a tuft of dangerous points. Atlas’s tattoo seemed much brighter now; definitely brighter than the faded blue it had been in the past. His dragon, it looked as though it were made from ice.

It was simply created for destruction! Roar! But the Behemoth was created by the lunatic Merlin after all. He might not be as fast as before Dylan sucked a few of his primary tentacles, but his tactic of survival was not inferior to the pure beasts of the Wolven Continent. For the first time, the 'unmoving' Behemoth finally made a move! From being completely still while relying on the tentacles, the Behemoth showed its added limbs hidden in his chest and stomach which resembled a crab! "Congratulations! You are the only opponent who made me show my true form even since I was born! Ho-ho-ho!"

After Lucius said that, a rough voice said. “Hahaha, Lucius. You Nine-Headed Worms suffer defeats too? David, don’t be scared of those worms. We, the Titan Giant Apes, support you. I didn’t think you'd be so powerful after you just entered Eternal Realm. You can even chop off one of the heads of Serpentine’s Golden Body from so far away. What a promising young man!” The person who spoke was the head of the Titan Giant Ape Clan, Tarzan.

A deafening hiss echoed from the pit, carrying the stench of rotting meat and centuries of stagnant death. Then, the beast rose. It was a Titanoboa, a prehistoric nightmare that shouldn't have existed for sixty million years. It was eighty feet long, its girth thicker than a city bus. But it wasn't just a snake. The Void had resurrected and corrupted it. Its scales were decaying, revealing pulsing veins of liquid dark matter. Its eyes were dead, milky white. "Get the crystal, Elena," Killian’s voice dropped into the demonic, vibrating frequency of his Alpha form. He didn't take his eyes off the monstrous serpent. "I'll handle the worm."

Tomas filled the silence that her departure left behind. "I heard they're planning to reenact the Ted Bundy case," he said, his voice low and seductive. I didn't remember him sounding so... alluring. Goosebumps prickled my skin at the sound, my heart rate spiking as I struggled to keep my gaze off his lips. "Oh?" was all I could manage, striving for an aloof tone. He leaned in, his fingers tracing idle patterns on the paper napkin in front of him. "They're romanticizing him. Women harbor fantasies about being the transformative force in his life, about making him fall head over heels in love and rectifying him."

We drove closer. It was a small mining town. Or it had been. Now it was a ruin. The buildings were smashed. Cars were overturned. And in the center of the town standing in the middle of the road was a figure. It was huge. It was at least eight feet tall. It was covered in metal armor. It held a massive hammer. It turned as we approached. It had no face. Just a smooth steel visor. "What is that?" I whispered. "A Titan," Kaelen said. "Project Titan. The heavy infantry."