Attack On Titan Village Novels & Stories

Daito grabbed his shoulder and pushed him away easily like he was a broken chariot wheel as he rolled on the ground regretting his decision. The remnants of the barrage realized their lives were not worth wasting it on a fight they clearly saw they had no chances of winning. Retreating was the only option left, so they took it. Before they got far, A huge orange beam of energy blasted through the trees and washed over them, scorching them to ashes. As Daito looked up he saw Alvatrone staring down at the burning bodies sadistically. The orange ring over his head dissolved into the air as he beckoned Daito to withdraw. “This village has defied the rule of the Heads, that is treason, only punis

“They were attacked. Three villages burned down before dawn.” ‎ ‎My breath catches. “By who?” ‎ ‎He crumples the parchment slightly in his fist. “Under the banner of Anita Veyra.” ‎ ‎For a second, I can’t breathe. My pulse pounds in my ears. “Anita?” ‎ ‎“She’s alive,” he growls. “And she's destroying the villages.” ‎

Her mouth was curved to the side, as if she were trying hard not to smile. Rod looked like he wanted to say something, but he didn't. He only nodded at her before he walked back to his seat, and begrudgingly sat on it, while giving me deadly glares. ********* “I think we should attack them. We can't allow—” “Attacking the human villages is out of the equation. We are not doing anything like that.” I narrowed my eyes at Rod. Figures. Out of all the vampires present, he was the only one who proposed to attack the villagers.

As they emerged from the portal's shimmering gateway, Kai was awestruck by the sight that unfolded before him. The villages, nestled amidst a dense forest, exuded an aura of tranquillity and ancient power. Werewolf warriors, their forms lean and muscular, moved with an air of grace and purpose, their every movement hinting at their formidable strength. The air crackled with an unspoken energy, a palpable testament to the village's rich heritage and potent lineage.

Kane glanced at Keith, then at me. “You brought her?" "She needs to hear this if we want this solved." Keith said, striding to the table. "There was an attack last night. Near the Shadowlands." Klaus exhaled, rubbing his temple before flicking his cold, stormy gaze to me. I frowned. "An attack?" Kane nodded. "A village was wiped out. No bodies, no survivors. Just… gone." A chill ran down my spine. "Gone?" Klaus pushed a piece of parchment toward me. "Read it."

The village was quiet, and the person guarding the entrance of the village was dozing off, so she successfully sprinkled the powder into the well. By the next morning, the people in the village woke up and drank water. An hour later, they would have an attack. After leaving Butteriron Village, Zoey arrived at Blackmere Village. To her surprise, Blackmere Village was brightly lit, seemingly filled with a joyful atmosphere. She hid behind the tree, observing the situation inside. There was singing and dancing inside, as if celebrating some kind of ceremony. Zoey suddenly had a bad guess in her mind. Are you suggesting that we held a wedding?

How could they just stand back and watch as their allies fought and died? Then, just as suddenly as it began, the attackers retreated. The corrupted wolves slinked back into the forest, their grotesque forms disappearing into the darkness. The messengers vanished into the night, leaving only the echo of their chaos behind. Kaelan was left standing in the middle of a burning village, his body aching, his breath ragged. A chilling silence fell over the square as the flames crackled and popped. The villagers, battered and bruised, began to gather, their faces painted with fear and confusion. Kaelan’s heart sank as he took in the scene, the destruction a stark reminder of their vulnerability.

The sound of breaking glass and terrified screams filled the air as they tore through the homes of the villagers, their claws leaving a trail of devastation in their wake. The villagers fought back, wielding whatever weapons they could find. But their efforts were futile against the sheer power of the Lycans. One by one, they fell to the ground, their bodies broken and bloodied. The village was engulfed in chaos and despair, a battleground of nightmares.” And by the way Lila is focusing on Serah with that big smile on her face, I take it that Lila is also into these kinds of stories.

KAIA'S POV: The village is already half in flames by the time we arrive. Smoke coils into the sky like a dying god’s final breath, blotting out the sun. The air reeks of burning wood and blood. Screams pierce through the thick air, and the sound of clashing metal drums in my skull. We don’t wait for orders. We leap straight into the chaos. “Fan out!” I shout, my voice hoarse with fury. “Protect the elders and the children first!”

Four Days Later. Supreme Kaigan was observing his people, who were busy with their respective tasks. They were temporarily staying in the village of Erbesa. The young white vampires were practicing combat, while the women were being taught sewing and cooking. The village was small, with only a few houses, so he could oversee everything from the top of his home. From the sky, he spotted a white dove approaching. It dropped a letter through his window and flew away. Supreme Kaigan unfolded the letter and smiled upon reading it. He called for his wife, Queen Kirana, and showed her the message from their son, Prince Dalleon.