Novel & Cerita Attack On Titan Black And White

"I love you Silver. I love you with my entire being." "You have made me the strongest man, now, I will go and fight for our love and I will win. For you I will." Shinja waved Silver bye and went into Brown's room. In Brown's room she wished him good luck and walked out. She did not kiss him but pecked him on his right cheek. The Arena The princes were finally staged in the arena each in his corner. Silver wore silver armor representing his kingdom. Brown wore armor colored caramel to depict his kingdom. The same colors adorned their corners respectfully. Bolton sounded the gong and the fight begun.

Isadora's expression changed showing Yuna that it was still not good. " Unfortunately, there is no progress. I'm afraid...we should all prepare for the worst." Hearing Isadora say those words made it even worse. Was there really no hope. Yuna didn't want to believe that it would simply be the end of Mercedes. It was unacceptable. She is the last white wolf blessed by the Moon Goddess herself. She had been giving it her all in training and sacrificed everything to get strong enough to defeat her enemy. This couldn't be how her light went out. Yuna couldn't believe that.

Determined. Something stirred within Chloe, battling against the fear that wrapped around her like cutting chains. Whatever it was waking up inside of her reacted to the presence of this male as he dominated the space around them. The winds had cut across his cheeks and nose to leave them pink and flecks of snow clung desperately to the wisps of jet black hair peeking out from under his woollen hat. He looked different in what appeared to be fatigues. There were crisp sharp edges that were almost as deadly as the assault rifle strapped to him. The black of the material seemed to absorb the light around it. He looked deadly and it had Chloe's mouth drying up as a curious thirst wracked her. A

"I really don't want to go hard on you, dear Ophelia, but with your desperation to kill me, I don't think I can just stand and do nothing. Don't blame me for being harsh." "Blame you? Of course, I won't. In fact, I want you to show me all you've got. How dare you harm my family and speak ill of my child! You are a despicable monster!" I launched another attack and followed it with two large fire balls but he was too fast he was able to dodged it. "Now my turn," he muttered before he lashed his sword on air, creating two blows that formed two heads of black tigers made of dark smoke flying towards me.

She pointed out to the gate, but it was still closed and white smoke coming out from it. ALkhun looked back at Amari and the White melting Face of Amari. Dripping red and black blood joined together dropped from his face. It smiled, "You...haaAavvEee.. too.. get...up.."

As soon as I landed, I was immediately shocked by the scene before me. There was a frail, white wolf, biting down on a fierce black wolf, struggling to keep the black wolf pinned beneath its fragile body. However, the black wolf's claws had pierced into the white wolf's body, and its claws seemed to be venomous. The white wolf's body was covered in massive, purple wounds, and dark blood had soaked its pristine fur.

the Blood General roared angrily. ROAAARRRR…. ARRRRRRR…. A giant eagle and a large rat, both entirely black in color, with two black wings resembling bat wings, attacked the Blood General together. The Blood General looked at the two strange creatures, unaware of how high the world was, and felt displeased. "Blood hands!" he said.

Zevran said. She raised her hands, the flames forming a circle between them. “By my measure, you will burn no more in hunger, but in memory.” The black fire contracted into a single pulse—then exploded outward as pure white. The shockwave swept through the chamber, up the stairs, through the citadel, and across the plains. When it faded, silence reigned. The Black Moon in the sky flickered once, then began to bleed gold. Zevran sank to his knees, pulling Kaelira into his arms. Her skin still glowed faintly, her breathing ragged but steady.

It was no longer black. It was turning a brilliant, terrifying white.

The heavy curtains filtered the morning light into a blood-red hue. Everything in the room was black or crimson. The desk. The carpet. Even the towering shelves lined with ancient, dustless books. But it was the painting that made my breath catch. A monstrous figure loomed from its canvas, some grotesque creature, neither man nor beast, its form twisted with horns and wings. It stood atop a mound of broken bodies, its talons dug into golden-skinned figures that looked like gods. Their faces were frozen in agony, eyes wide, as if they'd never seen death coming.