Can Eren Control Titans Novels & Stories

Erika’s POV I frowned. James was so emotional that I didn’t know how to talk sense into him. But soon I realized why he insisted that I killed Orsen. Because the dagger that killed Orsen was mine. The fact was that the weapons I summoned were different from ordinary weapons. There was an “E” on every weapon that I summoned.

Elon immediately stopped, "This is Titan, not our company, don't alarm President Adams..." "But your..." "President Adams!" Dane exclaimed. Jenna looked up, not far away, Berrick stood in the middle of the promenade, looking at them with a cold face and a smile. That gaze, cold as frost! Jenna felt a chill run down her spine and inexplicably tensed up inside... Elon let go of Jenna and moved half a step to the side, keeping some distance from her. It seemed to be avoiding suspicion. "Mr.Mars, is everything alright?" Berrick approached slowly.

“But Aylin, I have to ask you something directly. Are you playing entirely dumb on purpose today, trying to make me like you better by acting helpless?” I paused, holding her breath as he continued. “Just don’t do it,” Eren said, his voice firm and completely unyielding. “It really doesn’t suit your intelligence at all. I like you just the way you normally are, competent and professional. And why do you keep constantly asking me about Manolya’s personal habits anyway? I already told you clearly that I don’t want to talk about our family drama. You work with her, you see her almost every single day, hell, significantly more than I do these days! Stop fooling around with these strange mind gam

"What do you mean?" "Laika is the key, and the two of you are destined together. The Titan Pack would fall apart if two of you were not together. You both were two pieces that fitted together, and no one would defeat you. Erika knew this because I told her. Erika has been gathering power; she has some portions of Molart's powers, which she has in that gourd, and she wants to also take Laika's powers. Once she does that, she will rule the world, being the most powerful one alive." "What?"

Finn stood just behind Eren, quieter but focused, adjusting his gloves and scanning the Rutgers side with cold precision. They looked like a unit. Like a pack. Eren looked… unreal. The red jersey hugged his broad chest and arms perfectly, silver numbers gleaming beneath the lights. There was an authority in the way he stood, in the way his teammates leaned closer when he spoke. He didn’t need to raise his voice to command attention. He never had. I hated how deeply it still affected me. No matter how much distance he put between us. No matter how cold and indifferent he acted whenever I looked at him. My heart still reacted to him like it always had.

"You’re not ready. This power is too much for you to control right now. You’re—" "It’s not about control anymore," she cut him off, her voice filled with a quiet determination. "It’s about survival." With a sudden movement, Erin raised her hand, the silver light from her wrist flaring brighter. The ground trembled again, the energy around her building to a terrifying crescendo. The hunters recoiled, their weapons raised in defense, but Erin’s gaze remained focused, her expression set.

He added, his breath jagged, his eyes rolling back tiredly. “I mean, you’re my father. You’re supposed to want to see me happy.” He finished and the training ground fell silent as I glared down at Eren. He still had that iron determination, the face of his mother and the evidence of her infidelity was evident in not just his eyes but his face, the way he spoke and carried himself. I loved him. Hell, I still love him just as much as a father does. The council had been on my neck about doing some tests and rituals to prove that Eren would be able to be the next Alpha king and I’d been stopping them from carrying out the test.