Attack On Titan Ova No Regret Novels & Stories

Elvis nodded grimly and handed me a torn strip of parchment, left pinned to the scorched post. “The crown bleeds.” XENIA’S POV I stood at the edge of the wreckage, my boots sunk into damp earth, smoke curling around the hem of my cloak. I couldn’t look away from the blood on the grass. This wasn’t about me anymore. It wasn’t even about Freya. It was the throne they were after now. And if we didn’t act fast, the child growing inside me would inherit a war already burning. I turned to Rico. “This wasn’t meant to kill patrolmen.”

"I see a man who rejected his mate because she wasn't good enough for him. I see someone who shattered a twenty-one-year-old girl and walked away without looking back. I see—" "I looked back." His grip tightened fractionally, desperation bleeding through. "Every day. Every single day for five years, I've looked back. I've thought about you constantly. Dreamed about you. Gone half-mad with—" "With what?" I yanked my arm free. "Regret? How nice for you. I spent those five years *surviving*. Rebuilding myself from the wreckage you left behind. So forgive me if I don't have sympathy for your suffering."

She added and I sighed. Stroking her hair as she relaxed against my chest, I tried to search deep into my soul for that regret, I’d just fucked my son’s ex-girlfriend and not just that, my son and I just had a falling out because of it but strangely, I felt nothing remotely close to regret. “I have never done anything I regret,” I responded as I lifted her face so that she was looking into my eyes, holding it captive. “And my only mistake, Octavia, was letting you go once. I’m not about to do it again.”

Akane: “The Shogun Armor of Inferno was promised to the blood of Ryōgen the Oni King five centuries ago. You wear it. You are small. Return it or I take it off your corpse.” Lucian’s wings snap full thunder-dragon size, lightning crawling over his scales. Remy stands, already half-shifted, eyes gold, claws out. Kayo’s tails bristle into nine flaming spears. I feel the crown above my heart spin once, slow and warning. Celeste (quiet, to the lake): “Not tonight.” The water answers, rising in black-glass blades around the dock.

My head tilts up at him, lips falling open at the intensity in his golden orbs. “He has no idea how much he’s lost,” he rasps, the sound zings straight to my stomach. The severed bond tugs painfully in my chest. I swallow. “You’re right. He doesn’t.” “I’m no better than him,” Cassian confesses, pressing his forehead against mine. “And I regret it everyday.” Anguish like I’ve never seen before, deep pools of regret stare at me from his orbs. It takes my breath away, nagging at the soft spot inside of me.

“You walk away. You keep your toy voice-box quiet. You pretend tonight never happened. And I pretend you’re still a person worth remembering. Because if you breathe one syllable to Vuk, to the court, to anyone about that night, about the information I milked out of you while you came apart under me—I will open you from navel to sternum and make sure the last thing your eyes see is my knife twisting. Slowly.” I released him. Stepped back. He rubbed the bruised wrist, eyes blazing liquid hate, but he didn’t lunge. Didn’t speak. Just stared—promising a future debt collection without needing a single word translated. I turned. Walked into the snow. Behind me the vocoder buzzed once more, almost

“All of this still feels like a really weird dream to me. I mean, I knew coming back to Blood River was going to be a risk. I didn’t know it would be so dangerous.” “Do you regret coming home?” He looks at me with concern. “I felt your pain when you were on top of the mountain. I still feel it.” “I don’t regret coming home. Our children belong here. The Gods offered me a place on Mount Olympus. I said no, but a small part of me still thinks everyone would have been better off if I had said yes. I regret people getting hurt because I left.” I feel my breath turn shaky as I blink back tears. “I regret what happened to Lenora. Milo tells me he forgives me, but that doesn’t change the fact that

And now when I can see her goodness in light, Her eyes are closed in darkness. If only I could revertback time, If only I could set things right. This regret is killing me from inside. Her innocent face is making me cry. And with each teardrop that is falling on her face. I am repeating one thing again and again "I love you Aleka I love you....." -by Aaron Alistaire king _____________________________________ Aaron's pov I never thought such a day would come in my life when I will be filled with this overflowing emotion called regret I always thought that the decisions taken by me always served justice.

“For what exactly?” I hated every second of this. “For everything I said tonight,” I replied. “For accusing you. For humiliating you. For pushing you.” Tears gathered in her eyes instantly. “You truly hurt me,” she whispered. “Do you know how much pain you caused me?” Inside, I felt nothing but disgust. Outside, I let remorse fill my face. “I know,” I said quietly. “And I regret it.” Beta Taylor folded his arms. “Regret means nothing. Words are easy. Any fool can apologize after causing damage.”

The bloodline I waited a thousand years for! No, something isn't right... "A high-level half-blood can't be that fragile! Absolutely impossible!" My eyes were filled with frantic bloodshot veins as I desperately refused to accept reality. "It must be Cassian spreading fake news to monopolize her! Or a misdiagnosis by those quack doctors!" "Prep the private jet!" I shot up, spiraling into extreme paranoia. "I'm getting them back. Both of them. And I will burn my entire kingdom to the ground to earn her forgiveness!"