Erza Scarlet Titania 소설 & 이야기

Serena's POV Bianca froze. "Bianca, what gives you the right to tell me to stay in my place? The family's pampered princess, the trust fund shareholder?" "You're the one always sitting pretty on unearned privilege. Who are you to lecture me about not fighting for what's mine?" "You—!" Her eyes reddened instantly. "Serena, I—" Her eyes filled with crocodile tears on cue. But I wasn't done. "And since you brought up my scar, let's talk about how I got it. Do you remember what you did to me when we were ten?"

“You’re mine. I’m yours. We’re not their prophecy—we’re our own.” The world shuddered. The chains binding Fenris rattled violently, cracks splitting across them. The First Howl snarled, its form flickering. Serena stood tall, her Onyx wolf rising beside her. Together they faced the titans. “I am not your heir,” she said. Her voice thundered across the realm. “And I am not your cage-breaker. I am Serena Vale. And I choose me.” Her wolf howled, violet and silver power twining together, forming a crown of flame and shadow above her head. The wasteland cracked open, swallowing everything in blinding light.

I could see the genuine fear in his eyes, and I couldn’t blame him. Scarlett wasn’t just another Luna. She was the first female Valkin—a force unmatched, strong and unyielding. She wasn’t someone anyone could take lightly, and Garland clearly understood that now. She was a force of nature, and she was ours.

Each lock removed was like a knife through the Aria Vale, leaving behind something sharper, angrier, and stronger. I placed a binding cloth across my chest, flattening it and wiping away the remaining vestiges of the girl who had been betrayed, humiliated, and framed. I gazed at my reflection in the glass. My eyes were flaming, my jaw was set, and I was no one anymore. "I am Arian Vale," I whispered, glancing at the documents on my thighs. The words tasted like iron and vengeance. "And I will never bow to a man again." I have no idea if I meant that because I don’t know what is waiting for me.

Her eyes, even from across the room, seemed to find Leo’s and hold them. Scarlet followed, a flame-haired Valkyrie. Where Jade was liquid, Scarlet was fire, sharp, defined muscle under alabaster skin dusted with freckles. A harness of red leather held her heavy breasts, and a matching thong disappeared into the lush copper curls at her apex. She smiled, a challenge, her teeth white and sharp.

A jagged limb shot upward, piercing into the Titan’s side. Lyra flinched as the feedback surged. Not pain But strain. Massive. Unstable. The Titan didn’t stop. It grabbed the creature and lifted it. The sheer force of it ripped the entity free from the sand, dragging it upward before slamming it back down with overwhelming power. The battlefield trembled again. For a moment, it looked like victory. Then, the system flickered. Lyra’s vision distorted. Just slightly. But enough. A command flashed. [REDIRECT TITAN PRIORITY]

Dark curls spilled over one shoulder while painted lips curved into a knowing smile. “You called for me, Alpha.” “Eliza,” Titan greets smoothly. “How good of you to join me, I see you’re enjoying yourself.” He adds, pointedly looking at her besmeared lips. Her response to the comment is a wider wicked smile directed at him. Pointing to one of the couches near the wall, “Sit.” He says, “We’ll wait for my mate.” Eliza obeys, though amusement flickers in her eyes. The room changes the moment Elara enters. She wore a flowing ivory gown embroidered in pale gold, the fabric hugging her waist before cascading softly to the floor. Her silver-blonde hair rested over one shoulder in loose waves, and m

"One hundred chapters of trying to prove that the 'Glitch' has a heart. Do you know why I built the clock, Darlene? It wasn't to delete you. It was to see if you would Break the Silence or if you would simply become part of it" I stepped forward, my bare feet leaving glowing, golden prints on the liquid obsidian. Beside me, Eryx was a Lament-Steel Titan, his violet-black armor so saturated with the Goddess's grief that it had begun to grow Obsidian Thorns—the physical manifestation of the Century's survival. He didn't roar; he merely breathed, and the sound was like a tectonic plate settling into place.

Not to mention, the fact that she was a Rank 6 Evolved One made her look even more like a doll. Rayne let out a smile when Lucas touched her head. Scarlet, the beauty of the Apocalyptic Legion, was wearing a long, red, fiery dress; her hair was at waist-length. At that moment, the blazing sunlight could be seen shining on her gorgeous face. It was unknown whether it was the sunlight that lightened up Scarlet or the other way round. The sense of horror within Joanna lessened when she saw Rayne's sweet smile. "Senior, where are we headed now?" asked Joanna.