Eldian Attack On Titan Novels & Stories

The pillar I was braced against ripped into the air, knocking us both to the ground. "Theon… mark me." Yileyna said suddenly. "What?" I asked sharply. "It will strengthen me. Complete it!" She shouted as a dome of darkness crashed down around the courtyard, just as I saw the brilliant trident with electricity wrapped around it hit the dome. Deliana’s scream of frustration reached our ears before she was thrown off. Fuck, we could have used another hand. I looked around as Theoden shifted back to his human form, his eyes burning with rage as he honed in on me.

“Just… run!” Eldrian seemed to have discovered something. He continued to yell at Dillon, warning him to flee. Unfortunately, it was too late for them to leave. A thick layer of thunder clouds suddenly gathered and hovered above the Sword Cliff. The terrifying thunder blasted down from the void. The entire Sword Cliff was engulfed by thunder and lightning. “Arghhh!” Eldrian’s incredibly shrill and miserable screams erupted from the cliff. The next second everyone knew, Eldrian’s body was detached from the cliff. His body was circulated by sharp swords, while a large crowd of swords trailed behind him as they shot all the way in the direction of Dillon and Tyr.

However, not long after, a group of enemies attacked Orella. Dante, Alex and Lucas also fought with enemies who wanted to attack the Red Eagle leader. Likewise, Orella did not remain silent with the enemies who attacked her. "Protect the Boss!" shouted Diana, who saw a man about to stab Orella from behind.

Others flew above, breathing ash. And then came the elemental war tribes. Sand-skinned creatures riding storms. Women with water-blades swirling around their arms. Children of lightning, eyes glowing with electric rage. It was a cataclysm. And standing on a rocky ridge, overlooking all of it—Elias. Dorian stepped beside him, wiping sweat from his brow. “They’re not stopping.” “They won’t,” Elias said. “The cracks opened too wide.” Lucian walked up next, blade resting on his shoulder. “Some of them were waiting for this. You know that.”

I covered my face with my hands, if I could just scream into it without receiving a pound on my head. “Who's that guy?” He asked me. My hands slowly dropped from my face. There must be another person there that I didn't see “That's Alpha Elian of Raven pack, don't you know him?” Damian shook his head. “I have heard of him, never seen him facially before, I like him” There was nothing to like about Alpha qElian, he's one of the people I actually detest, since he came to Elena's rescue. What I don't get is why he'd come to attack Alpha North in his own territory.

The click of the empty chamber was a death sentence. Elias didn't hesitate; he pivoted, his blade swinging in a wide arc toward Damian’s throat. "Damian!" I screamed. Damian dropped the rifle and caught Elias’s wrist. The two men collided with a sickening thud. Damian was stronger, but Elias knew exactly where the human body broke. He used Damian’s momentum to drive him back against the titanium shutter, his free hand reaching for the disruptor to increase the output. I forced myself up. My legs felt like sand. I didn't have a surge. I didn't have a blade.

“The northern stronghold of Drenhaven has fallen. Humans struck it down—wolves scattered, many fled and made camp in the forests. The banner of Eldoria rises where our own once stood.” My fingers twitched against the throne. “When?” I growled, the sound sharp enough to cut the hush that followed. Elias dared to lift his head, defiance in the tilt of his chin. “While you slept. I dispatched men to cull them, but a day has passed. None have returned. I fear…” His lips curved faintly, “…they are already lost.” A murmur surged through the court. One voice broke through, raw and incredulous: “This makes no sense! Eldoria has fallen. Its king is dead. Their throne burned. How do they keep rising f

“The old laws are outdated. They were put into place when the dragons were dying out. Now, your species is coming back. The old laws need to be re-written.” “Perhaps the problem is that old elves like you have outlived your usefulness on this earth!” “KENNA! LOOK OUT!” Daichi screams at me just as I hear another harpoon launch. I rear up, realizing that Eldarion was the distraction so they could try to catch me. If it wasn’t for Daichi, they would have. Instead, the harpoon slices across the side of my body, cutting me open at the juncture where my wing connects to my body, but missing my wing.

“The Bronithe..” “What will happen in the Bronithe?” Finrod held to her hand, waiting for her answer. “I saw the Virsathen, it was glowing. I felt it worried and frightened. And I saw the Queen Aera; she was running away like the rest of the aristocrats. I don’t know why or from whom. Some of the warriors were poised to attack. And Ellaine,” Yntreia stopped. “Ellaine was at the center of the commotion. Someone, for some reason, wants her.”

They cheer and weep and call me saint and savior and bride. I stare straight ahead. The roses look like splashes of blood against the snow. At the northern gate waits a second cage-wagon, larger, drawn by eight black horses that steam and stamp. The bars are carved with runes that hurt to look at. Eldorian emissaries stand beside it (tall, pale, armor like liquid night, eyes glowing faint violet). Their skin is marked with moving runes that crawl like living tattoos. One steps forward (female, wings like fractured glass folded against her back).