Attack On Titan Fanfiction Titan Eren Novels & Stories

asked Doctor Rin curiously. “That's because I have a bad experience when I'm in a serious relationship with women. And they are always the victims. Sometime in the future, I was once close to a woman. Her name is Jessica. She was killed by a monster attack. She died in front of me..." Eren said with a sad face. “Then the second one is with Miyuki, a member of the Jaguar team. I've already told you," said Eren while looking at Doctor Rin's face.

he said, his voice dropping into a smooth, buttery baritone. He didn’t just talk; he reached out and snatched her hand, raising it toward his lips. Ennoia froze. Her brain seemingly hit an Error 404. Her brows snapped together in pure, unadulterated confusion before her face twisted into a mask of horror. I blinked, my jaw hitting the floor. “Hey… did you hit your head on the way down? Why are you flirting with the soul-eater?!” Ennoia yanked her hand back as if Eren’s touch was made of acid.

And he only ever got injured on the days I was on duty. “I…got injured”, he said. Yeah right, and Eren was a sixty metre titan. I gave him a deadpan look to show I wasn’t convinced at all, and he pouted. He was adorable, I could imagine how adorable Eren would look once he grew up too. He would look like Kael.

I had never seen him so angry like this, not even when he ripped apart my adopted father. Eren was literally on fire, and his flames were directed at me, threatening to burn me. I should have been scared, but insanely I wasn't. "Eren—" On a fearful thought, my intended word was immediately replaced with "Alpha. I was only, no, Rowan was only helping me," I had no idea why I felt the urge to explain. Eren didn't deserve any explanation when, in fact, he had a lover. Rowan's very own sister, honestly he doesn't have any right to throw a jealous fit.

Literally starting from scratch. "I understand. My name is Katya. You don't have to worry about the vessel. I have absorbed it from the moment it escaped in your body. It was hard to maintain your own soul while eating his. It taste bitter as well." Ritian praised her. "Job well done, Katya. He deserved it." "Do you hate Wenren, Ritian?" Ritian fought with the need to twist his head and look back. He hastened himself and thought, 'The villagers won't let me out once they caught me.'

I added, my voice low but cold. “You think you can taunt me?” My voice was a snarl, guttural, my blood cold, “maybe I am an animal. But unlike you, I don’t have to lie about fucking a girl whose naked body I haven’t even seen.” Eren’s eyes widened, his face pale while I tightened my grip, my rage, my hunger pouring into him without pause. “I made a mistake letting her go with you, but not anymore,” I sighed, loosening my grip but still pulling him into me.

Elizabeth My fingers worked their way down his shirt till I was done with the last button. Our lips are still playing tangles. He pushed away a little as the material fell to the floor. I drooled at his body. Eren was on the leaner side but he was very muscular. What got my attention was the tattoo of a burning rose on the left part of his chest . It was huge and it spread across his torso in thorn bushes. The person who did this might as well drawn a whole garden on him.

“Wha…Why would you do that?!” “Because I wanted you to believe that you were unloved and unwanted, and then push you to the edge of death, exactly like the visions you had in your dreams, I thought that if I broke you enough, you divine blood would resurface, and I was wrong…”Eren whispered the last part to himself, unable to say anything else when he saw the angry tears coming out of her beautiful eyes, her face grimaced involuntarily when the saltness made contact with her wounds but she didn’t seem to notice.

“For the good of the pack.” I yanked my arm free. I looked down into her pretend-smile. “We know the truth.” All the sweetness left her face. For a second, she was just a scared, mean girl. Then she fixed the smile back on. “We do,” she said, and scurried away like a rat. That night, the castle slept. I did not. The moon was a sharp claw in the black sky. My door flew open. It was Eren. Her hair was wild from running. Her face was white as bone. She was gasping for air, tears cutting through the dirt on her cheeks.

“I do not have a messed-up love life like yours, thank you very much! But you would not believe the woman I saw today. She was like an actual vision. An angel in a navy skirt.” I groaned, burying my face in my hands. “Oh no. Please do not tell me.” Emre let out a short, sharp bark of a laugh, looking from Eren to my horrified expression. “Do not tell me you fell for one of Manolya’s colleagues? In one day?” “I am going to pursue her,” Eren declared, pointing his fork at us with playful determination. “I will win her over, and then the both of you will be the ones looking sorry!”