Titan Wing Night Fury Novels & Stories

"Let's get to work." Tate walked in wearing his training gear and glanced at his wrist watch and then looked at me. He was about to get the shock of his life because he had no idea that Ember was back and so were my powers. He smirked at me. "Come at me Freya and show me what you've got because I want to see your determination." I nodded quietly. I stretched out my fingers and released a wave of flames sending them in his direction and I saw his eyes widen in shock.

Cory was suddenly struck by an idea. Titan, your Axe! Its ten thousand fold strike! Use it! It’s time to use the Fire Weapons. We’re at the end, said Cory, feeling a sense of foreboding as she said the word “end”. The end of the quest, I mean, she clarified. The Beta Wolf lay down to make it easier for Sprout to slide down from his back. The minute man landed in the snow with a soft plop. Cory watched Sprout shake the snow off of him as he righted himself. Titan shifted. In a few seconds, his fur vanished to reveal smooth skin and his bones rearranged themselves. Cory shut her eyes and held out his bundle of clothes to him. She was carrying the few belongings they had salvaged from the tent

Without his heavy revolver, he grabbed a loose steel tie-down chain from the deck, swinging it with brute force to shatter the windshield of the lead Chronomos SUV as it attempted to ram the closing ramp. Marcus was already in the pilot's seat, his veteran hands flipping heavy mechanical toggle switches across the overhead panel of the Lockheed C-130. The four massive Allison T56 turboprop engines groaned, their starters whining with a primordial mechanical protest before the outer starboard propeller caught, violently coughing out a thick cloud of black aviation smoke.

Sprawling, imposing and obnoxiously sleek in its gloss black finish, it looked like a billionaire’s Batmobile with wings. But the jet wasn’t just black. Oh no, that’d be too simple for that demon. The engines gleamed with gold accents, like they were dipped in liquid wealth. Erebus, the jet’s name, was written in deep royal blue script across the side, the letters so elegant, they practically curtsied as I read them. The stairs were already unfolded, lined with what looked suspiciously like velvet carpeting. Because of course, even the stairs had to be extra.

He opened the door. I expected the room to be small, however, it was a large circular room, with several windows and a maroon canopy bed in the middle. I walked towards one of the windows to find I had a bird’s eye view of the green mountains and the river. It looked beautiful in the view of the sunsets. Pink, orange, and purple colors danced behind the forest green mountains. “It’s beautiful!” I voiced. “It’s also inescapable. Get inside.” Max demanded.

The Xiezhi came flying out of the smoke, railguns flashing. Stark white armour and four burning jet engines were my first glimpse at the Titan that burst from the smoke, twin shotguns clawing at Sojwa's silver shield. Sojwa's Xiezhi was worse for wear-deep, jagged claw marks marred her silver shield, tearing the metal down the middle. "That was close!" Sojwa exclaimed. "How the hell didn't I see that Titan coming?" I focused my Valkyrie's rocket launchers on the approaching enemy, sending a salvo of fire in its direction. Despite its unexpected entrance, the Titan's ambush crumbled our combined onslaught.

Celeste (thick): “I’m sorry I’m crying over a skateboard—” Remy (kneeling in the dirt): “You loved her. You’re allowed.” He pulled a velvet bag from his jacket. Inside: raw titanium deck, gunmetal, blank. 60 mm glow wheels. Tiny script under the nose: Forever messy. Forever ours. Remy (quiet): “Ordered it the week we got back from Romania. You need wings that don’t break.” I tackled him into the fresh earth and kissed him until the tears stopped tasting like loss.

the driver scowled. "Why are you angry?" Vivan looked upset, "This is my own home, no one can get in my way." "That Lincoln on our way, how does it look like Mr. Adams' car?" Elon opened the window and took a closer look, "Did your parents invite Mr. Adams?" "Which Adams?" asked Vivan, poking his head out to see, "You mean, that Berrick from the Titan Group?" "Dane, go check it out." Elon Mars commanded.

Nova, the smaller orange tiger, was pressed up against Zach’s shoulder like a heating pad with teeth, trying to nurse from the cotton. My breath caught in my throat. They must’ve squirmed away from Spitfire in the night. It wasn’t far—maybe a foot or two—but for babies that small, it was like crossing a continent. And somehow, they’d ended up on Zach. Climbing Mount Firefighter like he was part of the landscape. He didn’t even stir. Just kept breathing slow and steady, his dark lashes fanned across his cheek, the faintest furrow between his brows like his body refused to relax all the way, even in sleep.

“She gets it.” Eryx inclined his head respectfully. “We’re your passengers and your pilots, apparently.” The engineer snorted. “Passengers? No. Anyone stepping on that craft is a mechanic by default.” She jerked her thumb over her shoulder. “This way.” WING-01 rested like a sleeping predator at the far end of the hangar. Its body was sleek and narrow, made of layered silver-gold plating with faint luminous channels running down the sides. Folded wings extended from its spine, each feather panel lined with rune seams. Two fin-like structures ran along the underside, currently tucked against the hull.