Eren Yeager Kill Count Novels & Stories

I should have known better… I made myself a fresh espresso, a fifth one since I had arrived at my office. I barely managed to return behind my desk when Rowan materialized before me with the new reports. I glanced at the papers he'd thrown on my desk and gave him a wry smile. “More slaughter, I assume?” A thin-lipped smile appeared. “Three attacks in Chicago and two in New York.” I muttered a curse. “Let me guess… No survivors?” He responded with a curt nod. “There's one important detail, though…”

I shot him, driving the bullet into his head and everywhere went quiet once more before the breathing all evened. "You can all go back to what you were doing earlier." I mumbled and threw the gun to the floor. "Is there any new reports?" I asked my second in command, he only came here once in a while the same as me. "There is bad news." he said and I halted. If there was one thing I knew about him, it was the fact that he never ever did exaggerate things. "What do you mean?" I asked, turning my full attention to him. "There were 47 slaves that were eliminated but the total slaves bodies that were recovered by Alpha Kayden was just 46, there is one missing and I do fear that.... That the one

The dead were laid in rows out on the grass. There were too many. I stood in the middle of the yard, my Beta at my side. The adrenaline was gone, and a cold, heavy feeling was taking its place. “Report,” I said. His facial expression was drawn and tired when he faced me. “We lost fourteen warriors. At least twenty of our people have been confirmed dead. More could have dies in the fire. We were able to capture two rogues alive. The two you took down. They're both locked in the cells.”

"How many did we lose?" "Too many. Not as many as it could have been." She sat down heavily, wincing as the movement pulled at her injuries. "Eighty-three confirmed dead. Another forty that probably won't make it through the night. Plus however many civilians didn't evacuate in time." Eighty-three. The number hit like a physical blow. "That's not on you," Kira said firmly. "That's on Ronan. On every wolf who chose to follow him thinking they could take what wasn't theirs."

It tells me the scale of what was happening in this building tonight across four simultaneous operational levels, and I count the evidence of it in the specific way I count everything, which is accurately. Twenty-three dead. I reach this number through the combination of what I can see in the rubble's margins and what I know from the contact reports that have been coming in through the network since one thirty, which is the time the last fighter cleared the east passage and the collapse completed. Hermetic Order mages, three in the collapse and two in the upper facility engagement. Callum's coalition members, seven, which is a number that lands differently from the numbers that represent the

"The Yeagers won't forget this grudge! You've got two choices: vanish from Goldridge forever, or wait for us to send you six feet under!" Andrew remained unfazed and handed two hemostasis pills to Zachary. As the rest of the crowd watched, stunned into silence, whispers spread like wildfire. "Is this guy serious? Or is he just putting on a front?" "Mr. Yeager Senior practically threatened murder, and he still didn't flinch?" "The Yeagers are rich, powerful, and ruthless. Even if that guy's strong, how can one man possibly take on a whole family like that?"

"Four of the wounded are critical but Elena thinks they'll pull through." I nodded, feeling the weight of those numbers settle in my chest. Nine pack members who would never see another sunrise, nine families who would be grieving losses that were my responsibility to prevent. But it could have been so much worse, could have been dozens or hundreds if the Volkov bratva had been better prepared or if we'd been slower to respond. "And the enemy?" I asked. "Seventy-three confirmed kills," Marcus replied, a hint of savage satisfaction in his voice. "We're still finding bodies in the gardens and outer buildings. Final count might reach eighty or ninety once we finish sweeping the grounds."

Leo pulls away smoothly—no tires squealing, no drama. In the rearview mirror I see Gideon still sitting at the table, unmoving, espresso untouched. Kai breaks the silence. “He’s good.” “He’s dangerous,” Zara says. “He didn’t blink when I showed the gun. He’s done this before.” Leo’s voice is tight. “He’s already killed seventeen people we would have targeted. He’s not bluffing about the resources.” I unfold the second sheet again. Twenty-three names now. Twenty-three photos. Twenty-three clean kills.

“If you can’t handle this much gore, then we should inform the supervisor so you can head back to the hostel right away.” It was then she remembered Josh even existed. She shrugged his hands away. “I’m fine.” She stepped away from him, moving back to join the rest of the team. “Zero survivors, sixty-six deaths,” the team leader of the professional paramedics announced, his tone grave. How had he managed to kill this many people? Did he do it single-handedly, or did he have backups? Chiara’s mind went right back to his cold eyes and the way they landed on her.

Amelia smiled. “Yep! We will always have your back, we love you Remi,” Jade smiled big as tears sprang to her eyes as fast as her smile did. “I love you both too, now does he seriously have that many pack members?” “I actually have about 3,568 members to this day, that is why I’m glad that we picked the lake as that’ll be enough room for the entire pack territory to attend and I hope you consider changing your mind and attending with me, my little wolf,” Alpha Wyatt, an eavesdropper, who knew?