Attack On Titan Light Novels & Stories

"That's me! I'm Fiona Sawyer!" Tony laughed at me. "You seem to know a lot. If Axel hadn't told me your name was just Anna, I might have fallen for it. "Kid, you've got a lot to learn if you want to fool people. Mr. Lyon's out of your league!" He shoved me against the wall, and his giant fist came at me. I ducked and kicked as hard as I could when he was not expecting it. Tony held his belly, wailing in pain. I noticed the men were still stunned, so I dashed for the door.

I was reviewing the management contract on my phone when a WhatsApp voice message from Tamara popped up. "So sorry, Mrs. Shepherd," she cooed. "Mr. Shepherd insisted on coming to take care of me. I know I’m delaying his exhibition progress—please don’t blame him!" Her intentions were painfully transparent. Too exhausted to engage, I instead focused on Tamara’s newly changed profile picture. Zooming in, I recognized the hands cradling her hives-flushed face, faint smudges of paint still visible on the fingers.

As the first light of dawn peeked through, I saw Samuel. He was gone, turned into a ghost. His stubborn spirit had somehow tied me down too, like invisible chains I could not break. I wanted to get away, never to see him again, but I was stuck. He noticed me as well. His face, which had been ashen, suddenly lit up with an incredible glow. He blinked, tears streaming down his face. "Yocelyn!" He was so overwhelmed, moving to grab my hand.

“This is my mom’s favorite soup. She always makes it for the warriors when they return from battle. It’ll help your wolf heal faster.” “Thanks,” I murmured, glancing down at the greenish-yellow contents of the plate. The sight of it made my stomach churn uneasily, a wave of reluctance washing over me. Despite that, I added, “I really appreciate everything you’ve done for me. But… I don’t even know your name.” Her gaze fell, and for a fleeting moment, I caught the shadow of guilt and pain in her eyes. When she finally looked up, her voice was barely above a whisper. “Light. My name is Light.”

I gasped. Lunar Eclipse was more of a pack of mercenaries. No one knew the real names of the pack members, as they all had some sort of code name. The Alpha of the pack was known as Shadowstrike. Shadowstrike was considered the ultimate warrior, with skills that a normal werewolf didn’t possess. He could strike his opponents down with a single blow, but it wasn’t just because he was strong. There was a rumor that he could expel some sort of energy in his attacks that could knock someone down without ever touching them.

"Ms. Leighton, this entire diary is obviously fabricated nonsense. There's no point reading any further!" As he spoke, he pulled out his phone and tried calling me. "You little jerk! Get over here right now and explain yourself to everyone!" But how could the call possibly connect? I had already died in the hills from snake venom. The livestream comments went wild again. [He's not answering because he feels guilty!] [That diary was definitely written afterward! He just can't stand seeing his brother get into Kingstone College!] [Exactly. If he was really assaulted, why wouldn't he call the police? Is he dumb?]

The lead-lined door does not buckle inward the way a door breached by force buckles. It melts. The cold white light eats inward from the edges of the frame, and the meter-thick titanium runs like wax down the jamb, and through the slowly widening gap comes a glare brighter and purer than anything the grey Harvesters carried up the spine, a white so total that it has no visible source and throws no shadow anywhere in the room, the same light I watched eat through the nursery’s magnetic seal a lifetime ago, the light that belongs to the thing that herded me into a dark room and named me Subject Zero.

destroyed "LJapanese for: keep moving The crowd ran toward the exit as Liz caught up to Bonnie. You speak Japanese?" Liz said," why didn't you tell us?" "You didn't ask? "Taylor. It's Clear now,” Liz said on her Commlink. Taylor stopped peddling from the colossal monster stood his ground as and he called out Barracuda. In a flash of lightning, Taylor transformed onto his kaiju armor and welded his trident. Now I can cut loose? Taylor summoned a pillar of water around his waist and plunged himself toward the kaiju.

Zane Only fragments of the following hours remain clear. Not because there is chaos, but because my mind is processing too much at once. The attackers are driven back. The wounded are gathered. The gate is reinforced. My betas bring reports, and I answer them, assign tasks, move like a machine that has no choice but to function. All the while, one image keeps pulsing inside me. Elariana kneeling on the ground, her hand pressed to Lysa’s chest—and the light… that damn light… flowing out of her as if it had always been there, as if someone had simply kept the switch turned down until now.

“Oh, how the mighty have fallen, eh Mathias? For so many years, I’ve loathed you and the Council. Now, here I am, finally getting what I deserve.” He twists the sword in his arm, arches it up, and is about to bring it down when a burst of light begins forming in his chest. The light is so bright that it’s almost blinding. I blink my eyes as he takes a step back and touches his chest. His eyes widen with fear, and his lips open with a soundless cry. The light expands, bursting through his body. As the light becomes brighter, I close my eyes. When I open my eyes, I face a wingless Lukan. His face is pale and sallow, and his skin is withering. The tears worked. Horrified, Lukan twists his head