Attack Titan Armin Novels & Stories

While my father flops like a fish on the floor, I take his weapon, kick him in the head and reach for Taryn. Ava slumps against her wall, her eyes wide with shock. However, she looks unhurt, so I leave her and check on Taryn, Blood flows around both women like a pool. As an Assassin, I’ve seen a lot of death and have even caused some of them, but I have never felt fear as I do at this moment. Squatting down, I pull Tamsyn off Taryn.

It made my hair stand on end and my skin itch as it wrapped itself around me. "Ah, Erik, I've been expecting you. I'm sure you could use some rest after that horrible fall." He said his voice was whimsical and held such happiness as he spoke. He knew so much, but it didn't surprise anyone. His voice caught me off guard as I expected him to sound as dark and evil as his energy. "Of course, but first," Erik said before turning to the others. "These are some of my pack members, you have already met Drake, but this is Lucas, my top warrior. Tom and his mate Greta are my mate's guardians, and this here is my mate Athena. The one who seeks your help." Malcolm bowed his head in respect.

With that, I grabbed the knife hanging on Tentin's waist. “No..” Armin said, struggling to stand, but he fell back on the couch with his hand on his chest. The poison was spreading fast in his body. “Go!” I told Tentin. “I'm the second top warrior in my pack.” Tintin looked at me with deep, meaningful brown eyes and sped off with a weak Armin. I turned to the bloody thing that crept out of the kitchen and sped towards it with the sharp knife in my hand. I had to behead it. That was the only way to end this.

He then proceeded to introduce each candidate and their unique abilities: - Aaryn: CHANGE - the power to transform into various forms. - Jet: FREEZE - the ability to freeze enemies. - Raven: SNOW - the power to create snow, even on a sunny day. - Amarok: ARMOUR - the ability to turn his body into an impenetrable armor. - Katniss: SNIPER - the skill to easily target enemies from a distance. I smirked confidently, determined to become the top candidate for the next trainer position.

Rainer sheathed his Katana and strapped it diagonally to the back of his waist instead of the side or on his back. "Don't know why, but it just feels so natural having it here. Kinda like having a tactical knife." Rainer began to walk out of the closet and quickly made his way to the elevator that would take him to the arena. Once he arrived at the entrance to the arena, he found Arthur waiting for him. “Well if it isn’t the lying ass" said Rainer with disdain.

Because of Sela's curiosity and Leo's skill. "What is your designation?" Corin asked again, his tone softer now. "Unit Gamma-Seven," he repeated automatically. Then he hesitated. "My... my name was Arin." A name. He had a name. Not just a number. The Grey Empire had tried to strip it away, but it was still there, buried deep. The elders looked at each other. This was not what they had expected. They had prepared for a monster, a mindless weapon. They had found a lost, frightened soldier from a war that had ended a century ago.

This was Tank. He was massive—a seven-foot-tall juggernaut of heavy power armor, painted in industrial yellow and black hazard stripes. One arm was a standard manipulator; the other ended in a rotary minigun barrel. Despite the terrifying appearance, his voice was young, warm, and sounded like he was smiling. Ren walked over to the table. His avatar, Wraith, was less flashy—a ghillie suit made of optical-camo fabric and a long-range rifle slung over his shoulder.

And right now Diana was all he had as family. "Bring out the tranquilizer bullets!" Alpha Darren ordered. All troops immediately fired stun bullets, it was right on target making Alpha Stevan and his troops fall unconscious. The reason why Alpha Darren didn't kill a single member of Pack Delonix was because he didn't want to start a war. If he killed even one of them in this rescue, it would be the same as raising the flag of war. After making sure it was safe, George pulled down his shield. As a result, he was immediately knocked down due to using his strength on a large scale.

“If you care about him, Armin, do something. Make this right.” Armin’s jaw clenched, and he reached out, gripping Bjorn’s hand as if to ground himself. “I will,” he promised, his voice cold and resolute. “I’ll make sure he gets the care he deserves.” He glanced at Andrine, and for the first time, his eyes held a spark of determination. “And I’ll make sure everyone who failed him pays.” -----------

Diego just chuckled softly at Ben's obviously annoyed exclamation. In the next few seconds, they could no longer exchange words. Both of them were busy fighting soldiers who were their own friends. Some of them were hesitant to point their weapons when they saw that their opponent was Benedict Arkitson, the soldier appointed to replace Reiner Anderson as the ground war commander. But, there were also those who were so eager to fight Ben as if they thought what they were doing was quite a rare opportunity.