Older Eren Novels & Stories

Not just any boy. “Eren?” He froze when our eyes met. He used to trail after me on patrols, always begging to learn the hunt. I’d patched up his knees when he fell. I’d hidden bread for him when food was scarce. Now he looked at me like I was the wolf at his throat. The Elder’s voice was smooth. “This one knows her true nature. Speak, pup.” Eren’s hands shook, but his words didn’t. “She… she isn’t who she says she is. She told me once… that she wished she could run. That she didn’t want this pack. That maybe the pack would be better without her.”

Most of them smiled, a few waved, and one elderly woman selling herbs pressed a small bundle into her hands. “For strength,” the woman said, her eyes kind. “You’ll need it, marked one.” Before Selene could respond, the woman had shuffled back to her stall. “That’s Grandmother Eris,” Kira explained. “She’s been alive for like two hundred years and knows everything about everyone. Also makes the best tea in the territory, though it tastes like dirt and regret.” “Sounds delightful.” “It really is.” They stopped at a tavern that looked like it had been built sometime during the Bronze Age and hadn’t been updated since. The sign above the door read “THE HOWLING BARREL” and featured a picture of a

And one stepped forward. An old woman, older than anyone in memory. Her eyes were full of stars. Not a metaphor. Real stars. Because her pupils had witnessed the dawn of things and never unclenched their gaze. “Do you remember your name?” I asked. She tilted her head. “I had many. I think he was the last one they gave to me — Eren.” “Why were you buried?”

It’s quite nice to relax. "YOOO!" “Thank God we’re leaving the campus!” "That's a good one, Pressy!" F*ck you, with all due respect, I'm not Pressy. Era is my name. I'll beat you if I have the chance. Because they were fools to begin with, they surrounded the pathetic paper that was given to me. I was just waiting in the corner, quietly staring at them as if they were idiots. Like they thought they couldn't come home early. Worthless scums.

Jenni I am back in the clearing. The heat is unbearable, the smell of burning flesh and fur is so intense it is seared into my senses. The screams of agony for help and death are louder still, I can feel my skin start to bubble with pain as it starts to fill with water and puss. The pain is so bad I am screaming and I hope that it isn't coming out to where my family can hear. I don't want them to know that I am in pain, I want to save them from that. I look to the balcony and the figure is still there, but he is not alone. There is a woman, her long blood red hair blowing in the wind, I can smell her wolf, along with something else, and her aura is evil. She looks right at me and smiles, the

Not only Anne-marie, but even the man who was supposedly Asher looked amused. That man pulled his phone from her pocket and dialed someone. “Get your ass here!" She casually said, "Something of yours is lost," and immediately hung up. "Don't be like that. Explain it properly. Asher won't come if you say it like that," Anne-Marie corrected. “Just let it be.” “Wait!” Liz interrupted the strange flow of conversation with her hand raised. “You’re Asher!” Liz pointed to the man behind Anne Marie. “No. We’ve shared space since the womb, but I’m Eren.” Eren shook his head.

Ennoia yanked her hand back as if Eren’s touch was made of acid. “Related to that bastard?!” she spat, wiping her hand on her dress. “He hunted beings like us! He made our whole existence a misery! We had to hide in the shadows for a century because of him!” Uncle Eren didn’t miss a beat. He flashed her a dazzling, slightly desperate smile. “Well, you know what they say… if I’m charming and you like me, you’re less likely to want to eat me. I also brought a peace offering. Look, it’s your brother!”

"I've witnessed my sister's attraction for Arden Gunner, who's always hostile when it comes to her. Though I believe that because she's too young—just eighteen—and Arden's too serious, maybe he didn't consider her at first.” Erina was so curious about Arena that she ended up looking at Erikson seriously, her eyes never leaving him. "What’s so great about Arden Gunner?" Erina couldn’t help but ask it out loud, which made Erikson’s lips curl in a smirk.

Eren is an Alpha, and getting humiliated and used like filth by this crowd of barbarians, which includes even Betas. "Keep looking!" Lyrien orders, grasping Rene's jaw and turning his head towards the public display. Rene grows even more tensed, trying to yank his chin away from Lyrien's grip, but it is in vain. Rene has no choice but to watch the horror continue to unfold. Eren gasps and chokes on the warrior's cock, while two other Betas pump him from behind; there are at least up to fifty others lined up to use their new clan whore.

“Are you sure you want them?” “I love a little bloody history,” Uncle Eren said with a smirk, but his words left me on edge. “That blade has taken more than lives. It is said to contain darkness,” she murmured, her gaze flicking to me like she clearly knew something we didn’t. Then her expression shifted into a small, sideways smile. “But I’m still happy to give it to you anyway. Your last name is Kara, right? Eren and Manolya Kara? It’s funny, because Behren the Soul Render, as they called him, had the same last name too. What an unusual coincidence.” She adjusted a pleat in her headscarf and looked back with an unreadable, eager gaze.