Attack On Titan Black And White Mga Nobela at Kwento

"Tiffany, this is a joke, right? You were supposed to choose me! We had an agreement! Why are you with this cripple?" The word landed like a blade through the hall. The temperature plummeted. Several elders exchanged glances and pointedly looked down at their feet. Titus stood half a step beside me, his body perfectly still—but I saw his hand behind his back curl into a fist, knuckles white. I stepped forward and slid my hand onto Titus's forearm, positioning myself squarely beside him.

We get in the elevator and find two young women wearing short dresses, surely arriving from a party. They start whispering to each other while looking at the Black Tiger. They are eyeing him from head to toe and I can feel them talking about how hot he looks with his messy hair. They are drooling over him, but he cares less about them. He keeps a straight face, his eyes only staring at the doors. The girls are arguing about who’s going to talk to him first.

He took a good look at her, watching her heavy black hair move with the wind “What do you want?” “Your help.” He giggled “To hell with you.” “I know about Vivian” Brows raised, he smirked “Took you so long, I wonder why. So what is this, blackmail?” “No, just a trade. I think I've proved to you long enough that I can keep your secret, I just want something in return.” “You're a white wolf, you don't have a say at Blue Villa. You will only be setting yourself up.” She nodded “If that's what you think, I think you better kill me whenever you have another chance to.” She began walking away.

Such mentally sick people. Kristen was about talking when Daniel entered the training ground, and everyone immediately stopped what they were doing and greeted him. Most of the female mobsters drooled at the sight of him. Wearing a sleeveless shirt and black leather pants, he was smoking hot. His exposed biceps weren't helping matters, as they added to his sexily fit body, making the females have wild thoughts. Kristen rolled her eyes. Daniel saw it but choose to ignore her. He had better things to do than calling the brat to order.

Up till the point I suddenly froze. Underneath me was the most terrifying scene I had ever seen. A black wolf. A white wolf. Both beautiful and big. The white wolf is slightly bigger than the black one but the black one looks more determined. They’re circling one another, their canines fully present as they snarl at one another. O goodness no. I felt my legs shaking as I slide down onto my butt, grasping onto the tree’s bark for support. The white wolf is the first one to attack, lunging for the black one’s neck. Thought the black wolf is prepared for it and counter attacks.

Squat forms with swine-like heads and leering eyes that mocked him "I...wh..." The words refused to form as he fought to breathe. He could almost see the other men plotting and planning. Blood was staining their fingers, flowing from the ceiling. Blake stood near them, his face distorted and maimed, grinning as he chewed the loose flesh from his own cheek. He felt long, cold fingers clutch his chin, and his head was tilted to meet the eyes of a dark warrior. Power exuded from the austere form, freezing his blood and cooling the sweat on his skin.

Then black. Nothing.

'Run,' Titi was saying, but Talia's feet was rooted to the ground, and she realised that she couldn't even raise her legs. The white wolf tried to move to her again, but the war cry of the dark was enough to distract it. He moved so fast towards the black one, menacing and cold, using its head to butt against the other, and Talia swore she heard a bone crack. The black one growled in pain, and barred its bloodied fangs at the white. The white wolf made a move, towards it, aiming its foot against its belly, and it ended up flying to the other side as badly as ever, and there was more howls of anguish from the dark one.

I did not feel scared and angry no this was something else completely. The blurr came once more leaving flashes of large armies marching in unison. I could see at the head of the army were two wolves. A large black wolf and a large white wolf with an inky black bolt on its back. ‘ATHENA!!!’ My mind bellowed but my mouth was unable to speak.

Ibekwe dug his knees into the ground, and Akagi withdrew immediately like a failed lion. Akagi pounced once again on Ibekwe, throwing his full body mass on him to pull him down, but Ibekwe stood his ground. In the end, their shoulders collided and clamped together. The wrestling drums rolled. Akagi felt the pain of his shoulders and whimpered like a frailed lion. His bones were getting weaker, and Ibekwe was acting beyond expectations. He studied Ibekwe with weary eyes, nursing the pain, and trying to hearken to the voices of those who were cheering him to continue. He swirled his hands as if clearing a filled space in the air and surged forward towards Ibekwe with his weak shoulders. He was