Attack Titan Armin Novels & Stories

Vargak grinned as he made for the ladder of the cupola and climbed up to board another tank. Outside, Tarantino knew that the game was over. He glanced to the left and saw how merciless the V'rounian Goddess of Water at the Gemminite soldiers, whom she slew without a second thought. He raised his radio and issued another order. "All units, retreat to the Walls!" He glanced at the X'arik Guards, who watched in idle. He stared at them in disdain. Not one even lifted a finger to help them.

She felt tears gather in her eyes. “That's it….” She whispered. “It's me.” His claws dug into the earth beside her. “I'm Aeryl.” His breathing became ragged. “And.... and you're Aramisius Knighte, the Lord of Theartera and the Outboards.” The beast's eyes flickered. Silver. Red. Silver again. Aeryl's heart jumped. “Yes.” She smiled through her tears. “There you are.” But then the moonlight shifted across his face. His expression changed. His nostrils flared. And his gaze fell once more to the blood at her throat.

"I expected you two hours ago. Did the security perimeter give you trouble, or did you just get lost in the filth?" Pim stiffened, her hand hovering over the stun-baton in her coat pocket. "Who are you?" The man swiveled his chair around. His face was a map of exhaustion, his skin translucent and stretched tight over hollow cheekbones. He looked like a corpse that had been reanimated by sheer, caffeinated spite. "A ghost, as you so eloquently put it earlier. My name is Aris. And you are the Minister’s daughters, walking into a tomb."

"You leave me here to die so you can go be a martyr?" He didn't wait for an answer. He saw the lead corporate rig crest the ledge—a monstrous machine of steel and hydraulics, its furnace roaring like a dragon. A man in tactical armor stepped off the platform, his visor glowing with thermal data. He leveled a heavy kinetic cannon at Arung’s chest. "Surrender, Arung," the soldier barked, his voice amplified by the rig’s speakers. "The other one is already cornered at the threshold. You’re just delaying the inevitable."

I ran my hands through his hair screaming his name. "Yes.. yes.." I groaned as he grabbed my ass. He turned my body around and started to thrust my body from the back. He squeezed both of my breast hard and he released himself inside of me. He turned my body around and kissed my lips hard. "M.I.N.E" He smirked.

“Stop pretending like you give a shit and tell me why you summoned me.” He turned back to her, looking amused. Aremin was what many would mistake for a nobleman at first glance. With that high nose and regal gait, Aremin looked like an angel but he was easily the most dangerous man she knew. One only had to look into his shrewd eyes to know this, the eyes of a man that would stop at nothing to get what he wanted. “Why don’t you buy my bullshit like the rest?” He asked and finally strode to his table.

He took out his customized HK-416 assault rifle and started his devil mode. “Yes, master. I will send more of our men to kill those dogs in the south of the city. As you instructed no civilian will be harmed in this war.” Arvan, one of Evan's right hand men, said respectfully. He is one of the loyal men of Evan, who is with him for years.

I was afraid to have a ride on this beast at first, but I trusted Eren though he tried to scare the hell out of me by burning up the road like grease lightning. Eren puts on his matte black integral helmet and springs one leg to the other side of his seat to sit on it. I admire him as he starts the mammoth machine, revving it a few times till it backfires a blue smoky light, causing a fractious pulsating sound. I must admit, Eren is a sexy badass on that monster.

"Last night my personal assistant was caught in a tight spot in the royal chambers. She was about to be assassinated by an unknown assassin when I walked in and stopped it. Fighting him, I realized he is a master of the art of Tai, the oldest and most fierce martial art in the history of werewolves." Gasps came from several angles, bringing in more tension in the members. "Not to worry. The assassin has been injured in the shoulder and should not be able to fight for the time being. With this, I'll urge every member of the pack to report anyone with an injured shoulder", Ryu announced, a smirk on his lips as he gazed at his people. I was about to leave when he reached out to me, asking me to

Victor POV Wearing a black suit with a shorter length that elongated my body by revealing more of my legs displayed supremacy as I got in the carriage that was ridden by a white stallion. With me was my right hand and trusted friend, Aram and my best two warriors Zenith and Draco, the one with telekinetic power as the driver. As the stallion halted its pace in front of a dark wide and tall metal gate, Aram lowered his head while his hand slightly slid the closed wooden window. His keen eyes observed outside. After a while, he sat straight and stared at me.