Wings Of Freedom Attack On Titan Novels & Stories

Abigail gasped just as Anna, Ena, and Maria appeared, throwing her magic at him, knowing there was nothing she could do to stop him at that moment but change the dimension so he wouldn't hurt anybody. She thought it had worked when his large wings stopped slicing through the lockers and instead passed harmlessly through them like a ghost and through the few shaken students that littered the hall but her heart fell when Azian lunged for Legion. His hands gripped his shirt slamming him into the opposite wall, his wings flapping, completely destroying the lights which began to flicker as Azian slammed Legion into the opposite locker, Legion howled in sudden surprise but not for long as Xeric fo

It was soon followed by the breath of fire from his mouth. Freddie pulled Ferdinand to the ground and shielded him with his body. “Fucking hell!” He gritted his teeth again. Everything was chaotic. The mansion was no more. It became the ruin of walls and nothing else. “What the fuck is happening?” Ferdinand peeked in between Freddie’s armpit. It was so disastrous. Above them, the wingsmans were countering the attack with their own magic resulting in pushing Dennis to the back. These wingsmans were still wet behind their ears, and their strengths were at B level at best. However, they were smart enough to work together to do a single damage to Dennis.

Then they dived towards the Reapers and Leni's army. Below, Mira, Niko, and the others were busy keeping their grounds. Patrol's arrows were buzzing above, hitting both Reapers and Badbloods. With nothing left to fight above, other winged Badbloods - Nysel's men - flew down and fought some Reapers and wolves. Their beautiful wings flapped behind them and spread as they slash their weapons or dodged an attack. A huge white wolf landed behind on Nysel's men. He did not notice it until the wolf bit his wings. He screamed in agony and turned to face it. But the wolf swiftly tackled him down to the ground and bit again, this time on his face.

It was just a sword move made by relying on his physical strength. "Boom!" The bladed energy collided with the wings!

he uttered as their swords clashed. The two started to fight while I was left alone to be mesmerized by the wings. I smiled to myself before closing my eyes and leaning against it. "I'm sorry I made you wait for so long," I uttered yet I didn't mean to. It was like I was being controlled by another person. "I'm bringing you back where you belong," I whispered to the wings before I pushed the big glass box. I didn't know I was this strong, surprising myself. With only one palm, I was able to make it tip and fall.

She knew the moment her opponent’s claws extended. Her wings burst free. She turned to pin Freya to the wall. “I don’t want to hurt you.” Shock coated Freya’s features. “W-Wings? You have wings.” Reyna smirked. Her wings further tightened their hold on her prey. Blood dripped from where they had pierced Freya’s shoulders. The scent of lycan blood teased her nostrils and made her mouth water.

But we were quicker; Ari suddenly tucked her wings in, surrendering to gravity briefly, just as Mariah's flames shot past us, sizzling in the air. As we plummeted, I felt the exhilarating rush of the wind against my scales. We opened our wings and maneuvered expertly, launching our surprise attack from below. Grabbing Mariah’s thick, sinuous tail in our powerful jaws, I could feel her muscles tense as she roared in defiance, anger radiating from her every scale. She swiped at us, claws slicing through the air with lethal precision, but Ari was relentless. With a forceful heave, she flung Mariah fiercely toward the ground.

" They desire it. I took a deep breath and squeezed my son closer. "Then allow them to arrive." We were attacked by the first wave, which had rotting armour, black eyes, and keen claws. I swung my sword. Like fire, it tore through them. Faster was the Harbinger. With a single motion, he struck down ten, moving like lightning. And yet more arrived. The ones with wings dove from the sky. One cried out, a sound so piercing it pricked my ears. I lifted my arm and turned. Light blasted out of my hand.

“Impossible-” Wings of fire unfurled from Freya’s back, vast and radiant, their feathers forged from golden embers. Her hair streamed upward in currents of molten sunlight. Her eyes burned, not mortal, not borrowed, but as twin cores of dawn. Every line of her body blazed with raw sovereignty, not given, not inherited, claimed. Freya lifted the Sword, her voice rising steady and final above the storm. It was not a scream. It was a vow. “This flame was never yours. It was waiting for me.”

“Now you burn.” The wings surged forward, not just fire, not just fury, but judgment. They struck the Root-Heart’s sphere head-on, spearing through veins of sap, tearing into the wound-mouth at its center. The titan convulsed, a howl shaking the ridge to rubble. Shadows poured from its core in rivers, the stolen voices shrieking, wailing, trying to claw free. The blaze devoured them.