Ymir Fritz Titan Form Novels & Stories

Should have been dead. He positioned himself beside Raven without speaking. Through the reformed bond—still broken, barely functional—she felt his message: *I'm here. Do what you need. I'll survive or I won't, but you won't do this alone.* Darius's physical form arrived like presence itself had become weapon. He existed partially in human form and partially in magical structure—consolidation bindings manifesting as visible tattoos across his entire body. He looked like someone being held together by threads.

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.

The introduction went like this. Titan: My name's Titan. Fifteen. 80kg. 5 feet 4 inches. I know I'm fat, so don't dare talk behind my back about it or experience the most excruciating pain you've ever experienced in your entire life. This is not an empty threat, mind you. I'm effin serious. Next!