Attack On Titan Eldian Novels & Stories

They looked up at me expectantly, a mix of concern and confusion etched on their faces. “Thank you for coming on such short notice,” I began, my voice steady. “I have grave news.” The council members shifted, some exchanging worried glances. I could see the tension rising as I continued. “Elian has been found dead. Another council member has fallen victim to the recent attacks, and it’s clear we are being targeted.” A murmur rippled through the room. I watched as their expressions darkened, fear creeping into their eyes. “What do you mean we’re being targeted?” Eldra, a fierce council member with sharp features, asked, her voice trembling slightly. “Who would do such a thing?”

I kiss her softly. Something clanks further off in the manor, and we jump apart. “Apologies,” Elian says through the mind-link. “That was me.” “Elian,” I explain. She exhales. “Tell him to watch his step. I thought—” “Soldiers.” I nod and start to warn him. She shakes her head. “Denidor was obviously trying not to copy Tansy Tower entirely, but it’s still similar enough. I thought it was Father.”

with such casual confidence that Eliad had nearly abandoned diplomatic protocol entirely. If this lost human woman had somehow evaded capture and was hiding within Limdrion, her time was limited. The dark elves were nothing if not thorough when something, or someone, piqued their interest. Eliad Tin'vine quickened his pace through the forest paths of the settlement, branches arching overhead to form natural corridors illuminated by lanterns of warm golden glass. Wood elf citizens nodded respectfully as he passed, recognizing the formal attire of a magistrate. Eliad barely acknowledged them, his thoughts focused on reaching the Council chambers before sunset.

“Now, I will not get into details at the moment, but I might in due time. I also want to limit this to those who already know, as much as I can. What I will tell you for now is that Elaeya is a hybrid, and part of her nature is something that has been hunted and killed for centuries. Her kin is officially believed instinct, and what little survivors there are, are probably relying on this to stay hidden and survive. She has spent all her life away from societies, especially the supernatural kind. As a stray, she’s still adapting to a pack, but I will probably not be able to keep her a secret for long. Which is why her security will have to be taken care of. She will have a bodyguard with her

The animalistic being asked, carefully wiping down his weapon. “Nothing, sir.” She muttered, forcing her tone to remain docile and seemingly calm as she avoided eye contact; her heart thumping recklessly against her ribcage. “Didn’t you enjoy his death?” Dorian queried, kneeling in front of her as he tilted his head to the side. Elika slowly shook her head, her tone cracking slightly as tears formed in the corners of her eyes. “No sir, I never enjoy watching someone die.” “I’m sure you’ll be fine. It hardly gets any easier for most people.” The feral being shrugged, cracking his neck before he continued; his tone rough and commanding. “Now, the battle has been won. We need to go. Round up th

"You are safe here, no one will hurt you again. So don't be scared! You will be treated until you are fully healed." "Thank you… erm…." "Ah, sorry I'm late in introducing myself. My name is Keylan-Zell, the third prince of the West Elvian Kingdom. As well as the supreme leader of the Elvian Knight. Then, what's your name, My Lady?" asked Ponytail Elvian very politely. I was surprised when I heard he was this country's prince. I decided to ignore his current position. “My name is Anggi Nandatria, as you already know, I am a Haier-Elvian.” We shook hands as a sign of introduction.

My body tensed, my hand already reaching for my blade to attack, but then I saw who it was, Eliana I scowled. "What the hell are you doing here?" She smirked. "Saving your life" I ripped my arm from her, I don't have time for her nonsense. "This isnt a joke," she snapped. "You're about making a huge mistake" I crossed my arms. "Oh? And what mistake is that?" She rolled her eyes. "You think just because Elijah's on your side now you've won? You can attack now?" I didn't flinch. "Thats exactly what I plan to do."

“If we spill a single drop of blood in this place, the Node will lock us out forever. This is a sanctuary, not a battlefield.” ​“Elara, they’re closing in,” Killian said, his body tensing as a massive Lithic-Alpha—a beast the size of a small van with fur made of blood-red crystal—stepped into our path. Its eyes were twin suns of blue fire, and its breath came out as a puff of diamond dust that sparkled in the dim light.

“You don’t speak for both of us!” Dex caught his wrists and slammed Elian back against a nearby steel pillar, pinning him there with his bigger body. His eyes were wild, pupils blown wide with adrenaline and something far darker. “You’d rather have started a war right here with no backup?” Dex growled, face inches from Elian’s. “Good way to go about the hundred men outside, but you know damn well it'd be over for us if they'd pulled that trigger.” Elian bared his teeth, breathing hard. “Maybe I wanted that to happen..”

Elian, my Elian the one who carried me when I bled, who laughed until he cried at my jokes, who stood guard outside my door after the Hollow attack. He was the note-leaver??? He turned slightly, hood still up, but I saw the line of his jaw. The set of his shoulders. The way his left hand twitched when angry just like in Jason’s description. “I won’t do it anymore,” Elian said, voice raw. “I won’t help you destroy her.” Morwen’s voice dropped to a whisper that carried farther than a shout. “You forget your place, boy. You were chosen for this. Your bloodline has served the Obsidian Vault for centuries. You knew the price.”