Attack On Titan Mikasa Death Novels & Stories

“You were sent to Old Lisbon. The ruins. You left five days ago.” He looked confused. Then smiled slightly. “I think you're mixing things up. It was Berlin. We cleared the safehouse. It was empty.” Elias leaned forward. “How did I die?” Jonas blinked again, slower this time. “There was an attack. A splinter faction. Bio-suppressant bombs. You died in the blast. Charlotte authorized the pyre. I carried you myself.” He looked at her. “You cried.” Charlotte didn’t react. “Jonas, what date was that?”

Then just as Russo rounds the building to exit onto the main road, I find myself looking out the window when my eyes should be on Kane. Perhaps it was fate, perhaps it was meant to be for under the pale moon, I see her. I see Yumiko standing at the back of the building and away from the prying eyes of other mafia triads. Iroshi’s men bow to her and she raises her sword above her head. Then, in one swift move, she brings the sword down and plunges it into her own body. NO.

Ari cries out again. “He tried to rape her.” Ambrose winced at his word and Ariadne gasped in horror. “Did he?” Mikael eyes turn back to Ambrose. “Did he rape her?” “No. He wasn’t able to finish what he did. I stopped him.” “Where is he now?” Ambrose gritted through his teeth. “Dead. He fell down the balcony and impaled by the spear surrounding the garden below.” Mikael could’ve swore Ambrose ’s eye flashes gold for a second but when he blinks and looked back, it became dark again.

He dropped. The other turned — and she froze. Marcus. Her mother’s head of security. A man she’d trusted since she was little. "Nothing personal," Marcus said. He raised his gun. Celeste squeezed her eyes shut. The gunshot was deafening. But she wasn’t hit. She opened her eyes. Marcus lay on the floor. Behind him stood Mila — hands shaking, smoke curling from the gun she held. "I… I killed him," Mila whispered. "You saved us," Celeste said. "Come on."

The voice accompanies my vision as clear as the midday sun: where I can witness Cassian's death at the hands of a black-haired Alpha. "Impossible! Cassian dead? By that Alpha? But who is he? Who could make an Alpha as powerful as Cassian die so easily!?" This is the first time I desperately want to disbelieve my own foresight. In my future vision, Cassian's fate if I don't leave this room is vividly carved out. He will die. At the hands of a black-haired Alpha with such immense power. The Alpha's eyes are as red as blood. His face smiles in front of Cassian's bloodied body. His laughter is as fierce as a storm, his demeanor repulsive in my eyes.

I slowly realized that I was still alive. “That won't happen any time soon,” Tsuchida ended the call. I opened my eyes. Aya was lying dead next to me with a bullet in her head. I froze and looked at Tsuchida Kosuke absolutely terrified. He walked closer and kicked Aya's dead body. “I hate traitors,” he hissed and threw her phone at the corpse. I kept standing in the middle of the room trying to comprehend the whole situation. I trembled from overwhelming fear. I glimpsed at Kaisei, our eyes met.

The beam landed on the ground and caused a large explosion as it destroyed the whole area. "This can't be" Mitsuki said as she fell on her knees. "She's gone" Asahu said. Yami clutched his fits in fury as he thought "Come on Kazuko, you've always been the proudest among all of us, you can't go now" as he screamed "Come on Kazuko! What do you think you're doing? Win this already!!!"

And Nikolai lingered behind us, his shadows unusually still, subdued. The body lay in the center of the small living space, exactly where Basil had found it. Miasan. Or what was left of her. She looked… deflated. That was the only word for it. Her skin was pale, not the natural paleness of death, but something worse. Something was wrong. Like all the color, all the life, all the essence had been drained away. There was no blood. No wounds visible on her body save for the single slash across her throat—clean, precise, almost surgical.

Kenji was worn down, but if that's true, then it'll destroy what's left of his humanity. "Why do you look relieved?!" Shibata scolded Kenji, as well as Ryu, who apparently shared the same feeling. Ryu even exhaled with a deep sense of relief. "Weren't you listening to me? Masaki Tanaka isn’t much different from whoever killed Jiro and Haruka! He had the same intention. He came to your house with the intent to kill you—kill your parents!" Shibata screamed, unable to accept that Masaki deserved forgiveness or an explanation.

My heart sank as I rushed to his side. "Solveig! What happened?" I demanded, my voice tinged with dread. He collapsed into a chair, gasping for breath. "Maria... she... she killed General Masa," he said. "I tried to stop her, but she cut me down." A chill ran through me. "Why? Why would she do that?" Solveig's eyes met mine, filled with anguish. "Masa... he confirmed that she was the one who spoke to Shocy. She turned him against his people. When Masa confronted her, she... she silenced him."