Attack On Titan Eldian Novels & Stories

Elena's point of view. Sitting on either side of the kitchen table, Elizabeth sips her fresh, steaming tea and begins, "There are four Elder Blood packs on the continent—the four original Alpha bloodlines. VuK., Gold, Zander, Barsek." You know Alexa, Vanda's sister is mated to Alpha Gold? Elizabeth asked me and I nodded.

“Unity is forged through chaos. You never would’ve become Alpha otherwise.” “You made me fight you.” “No. I made you worthy.” The chains snapped. The girl on the altar jolted upright eyes now glowing completely silver. Elaine moved fast, one hand outstretched. Lyla launched forward but Eli beat her there. He tackled Elaine into the wall with a snarl, claws out. “Don’t you touch her!” he roared. Elaine smirked beneath him. “Jealous already? I always liked that about you.” He didn’t hesitate. He drove his claws into her shoulder

I ask softly, my fingers never stopping their gentle motion through his hair. “Always the borders,” he sighs, his grip on my waist tightening just a fraction. “Someone out there wants blood. The councils and my gammas thinks the Kingdom of Eldians is behind the bodies since they have magic capable of killing without scars or evidence.” “And what do you think?”

Darian repaired old warding circles with silent precision. Lilith, for the first time in years, sat and slept. And Serena—walked with Elias beneath the new-grown trees. “Do you believe them?” she asked quietly. “The Keepers?” “No. The ashes.” Elias looked at her, brow furrowed. “Do you?” She paused. “I want to.” He touched her cheek. “Then I will too.” And kissed her. Slow. No fire. Just them. An Attack from the Old World Before dawn, the shadows split.

He looked like a Luna. Elian stepped right up to the edge of the railing, standing shoulder-to-shoulder with his massive Alpha. He didn't flinch away from Cillian. He didn't cower or shrink under the weight of the thousands of eyes watching him. Instead, in front of the entire Northern army, Elian reached out and firmly grasped the Warlord's hand, lacing their fingers together in an unbreakable display of absolute unity. My smug smile vanished entirely. The silver knife in my hand suddenly felt incredibly heavy.

He looked at me, then at Kaelen, sensing the lethal tension between us. "Alpha," Elias stammered, bowing his head quickly. "I... I apologise for the intrusion, but the message was marked 'Obsidian Level.'" I stepped back from Kaelen, the gold in my eyes receding but the suspicion remaining. "Speak." "The Elders," Elias said, his voice trembling.

[Soul Bond Synchronization: 99%] Still one percent away. Adrian wondered what it would take to complete it. After dinner, Lucian finally made his appearance. He approached their table with that perfect hero smile. "Prince Elian. Lord Cassian. Enjoying the summit?" "It's been eventful," Adrian said carefully. "Hasn't it?" Lucian's smile sharpened. "Tragic about that demon boy. Though I suppose when emotions run high, violence is inevitable." "Violence is inevitable when people engineer it," Cassian shot back.

Others flew above, breathing ash. And then came the elemental war tribes. Sand-skinned creatures riding storms. Women with water-blades swirling around their arms. Children of lightning, eyes glowing with electric rage. It was a cataclysm. And standing on a rocky ridge, overlooking all of it—Elias. Dorian stepped beside him, wiping sweat from his brow. “They’re not stopping.” “They won’t,” Elias said. “The cracks opened too wide.” Lucian walked up next, blade resting on his shoulder. “Some of them were waiting for this. You know that.”

Elion didn't disappoint. Quickly seeing the opportunity opened for her, Elion changed her attack, putting all her effort into striking Elena when she dodged. Elena noticed her change in breath, which alerted her to the move Elion was about to make. Immediately, Elena changed tides as well. Just as Elion sought to strike her, Elena allowed it, giving Elion a false sense of victory before changing her position at the last minute. She struck Elion at her side, causing her to fall heavily to the ground. Elena then placed the tip of her sword at Elion's throat, a smirk lighting up her face.

The dark magic tore through my defenses, sending me sprawling once more, the cold tendrils wrapping around my limbs, holding me in place. “Elian!” Draven shouted, his voice filled with desperation as he struggled against the dark forces. “You can’t do this!” But Elian only smiled, his eyes gleaming with triumph. And then, in that moment, I realized the truth. This wasn’t just about control or power. Elian wasn’t just trying to reshape reality—he was trying to destroy it. To rebuild it from the ashes, in his image. And if we didn’t stop him, everything—our world, our pack, our very existence—would be lost.