Eren And Historia Novels & Stories

I wanted to ask questions but I didn't know if I should. "Ask" huh? "You want to ask me questions right?" I nodded hesitantly. He smiled "Ask me" "What of your mother?" I blurted. Oh no! I shouldn't have asked that. "It's fine. She died." "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have asked." "It's fine. She died a long time ago. Over four centuries now." Four centuries? Then how old was he? "Six centuries." I was not even twenty-five yet. Then how old was the king?

Some of the gods were happy watching their fights creating more and more creatures to add each army. One led by a beautiful queen, her hair and eyes as dark as her powers. Another by a powerful king, long golden hair, matching his eyes and skills. The war was long and bloody. But the king won the right to establish a kingdom here. Ilisterion- named by his name. Celirium- his eternal love, the queen of shadows. They equally loved and hated each other. When the war stopped some of the dark gods got bored and killed the queen after she gave birth to the only heir. Ilisterion begged and cursed.

I asked. "Because," Meridith said, "I spent seventy years serving prophecy, and all it did was make me a monster. Maybe it's time I served people instead. Maybe that's how I earn redemption. Or maybe I'm just curious to see if you can actually pull off the impossible. Either way, you need allies, and we're volunteering." "The enemy of my enemy," Anastasia said with a rough smile. "The Council declared our pack extinct forty years ago because we refused to participate in their political games. If you're fighting them, we're interested."