Attack Titan Armin Novels & Stories

“I need to make sure it aligns with mine before I bring you in.” “I want to cripple them before Azimat wakes up fully and starts talking. How many men do we have?” “Twenty loyal,” Titan said. “We don’t need all of them on one mission,” he continued. “My men are capable to get the job done.” I know what he meant by that but I don’t care. I’m still trying to figure out how Azimat made it out of there alive. I should have confirmed him dead before leaving. Maybe checked his pulse or something but time wasn’t on our side.

His presence filled the space before he even spoke. “Mrs. Blackthorn,” he said smoothly, his tone refined, charming even. “I hope I’m not intruding. I do intend to come on time when it is meetings like this.” I gestured for him to sit. “Not at all. You have me at a disadvantage, though. I don’t believe we’ve met. And given your scent, I can tell that you are not from here, Alpha.” He smiled, slow and confident, the kind of smile that didn’t quite reach the eyes. “Forgive me. Alpha Lorenzo D’Amaris. But I choose to go by Mr. D’Amaris when it is amongst humans.”

Isn’t that just the kicker? I’m supposed to hate the guy, to resent every second under his watch. But now? Now I’m praying he shows up. The convoy’s stalled out, our guys doing their best to make a shield out of steel and desperation. It feels hopeless. I’ve never been this scared, this angry at how weak I am. But then he’s there. Armata bursts from the woods like he’s part of them, all coiled power and rage. Relief hits me so hard I almost choke on it. It’s nuts—this guy’s been nothing but a shadow over my shoulder, and suddenly he’s the only thing that matters.

His anger showed in the form of his eyes flashing from blue to obsidian and back. "What my sister is trying to say," the pale, red-head intervened with a charming grin and raised hands—for the life of me, I couldn't see how the two were related, "for hers, your packs, and your own safety, its safer for her not to be near battle when she's not prepared for it. For the love of the Goddess, I can see the fear in her eyes," he turned his gentle smile on me with an exuberant wave, "hi, I'm Sylvain. Tania is my mate."

He rushed inside the hut and ran into his elder brother's arms. "Congratulations for being a second runner up," Alpha King Aramis broke the hug to pat his brother's back, who was all patched up and would probably heal in a few hours. "Thank you," Tanner answered before he turned over to me and shifted beside me, "And I'm guessing you have already met my mate," As Tanner wrapped his arm around my waist, the look on Aramis' face yelled it all. He felt the mate bond with me! I didn't want to look like I was lost because I knew I would never want to be with someone like Aramis. He was controlling and batshit crazy, Tanner, on the other hand, was easy going.

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.

Against Eugene’s massive rogue army… those numbers were pathetic. They were cornered. Badly. “We need to return to the pack,” Helter said firmly. “The fortress gives us a better chance against the next attack.” “Or we find the key treasure,” Armin argued immediately, “and all of this ends.” Ruztom let out a harsh laugh. “Ends fine like your alpha?” The words landed hard. Too hard. Armin lunged instantly. Several warriors grabbed him before he could reach Ruztom. Others shouted angrily at Ruztom for provoking him while everyone was still grieving.

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.