Young Eren Yeager Novels & Stories

He screamed miserably, "Stop, stop! Please spare me, I was wrong!" Valerie punched him a few more times before finally stopping. She looked at him and asked, "So now, are you going to cooperate?" Eren cried with a pitiful face and said, "Y-Yes! My name is Eren Kirstein, nickname Swift Shadow, an unofficial disciple of Thunder Sect." Eric shouted, "I don't care who you are! What were you trying to do, sneaking onto Mount Lourneau in the middle of the night?" Eren shrank back and replied, "I was gathering intel. And I figured I would try my luck and see if I could kidnap the Lloyd family's Dragon Prince."

I nod and Nadia's smile intensifies. “See uncle, Zebrina isn't a child she knows what she wants” Nadia says, her tone radiating with excitement, as she turns towards me, “So Zebrina is it a date?" I open my mouth, planning to excitedly give in, when the TV suddenly catches my attention. It was a breaking news segment scrolls across the screen, and my breath catches. There he was. The most beautiful man I have ever seen, a breathtaking young man dressed in a suit by name Eren Yeager, owner of Yeager group of companies.

said Doctor Catherine introducing Eren. "Hi, my name is Eren. Nice to meet you all," said Eren as he extended his hand to get acquainted. "Hello Eren, my name is Zoya," said a woman who shook Eren's hand. Zoya is a woman who has a unique appearance. Her hair was cut short like a boy's haircut and her hair was fiery red. The body is small but has strong muscles. She looks tomboy compared to women in general.

I woke to the sound of laughter. It was loud, messy and layered with the thudding footsteps of half a dozen little ones running over the dirt yard outside my window. Eren’s was the loudest. Four years old now, taller and far more stubborn, with a head of wild curls that refused to obey combs or logic, he’d become the unofficial ringleader of the pack’s younger children. I could hear his voice, high and delighted, barking out orders for some imaginary battle that involved sticks and an alarming amount of mud.

“Do you really think you can erase years of tyranny with a few noble gestures?” The sharp accusation cut through the air like a blade. Kaelan stopped mid-step, his hand still clutching the edge of the broken wooden post he’d been working to replace. He turned slowly to face the challenger, his jaw tightening as he met the fiery gaze of Eryn, one of the older pack members. Her arms were crossed over her chest, her stance defiant, a mix of anger and pain radiating from her.

He took his seat at the table, leaning back with a grin that was far too wide. My father leaned in, a mischievous glint in his eyes that I hadn’t seen in years. “So, Eren, now that you have been fed, tell us. How is that colorful love life of yours? Have you finally met someone who can tolerate you for more than a week?” Eren bristled, snatching a piece of bread. “I do not have a messed-up love life like yours, thank you very much! But you would not believe the woman I saw today. She was like an actual vision. An angel in a navy skirt.”

Eren POV It’s the first day of the New Year, 2018. Also the first day that I crossed into this new body but with the same name as mine. His dad died last week and his mother was missing when he was only 3 years old. Good for him sake, in this world I have two extra family members, one is my biological sister Alice and the other one is my dad’s colleague Tina. But she really takes good care of us for all the time. I think that maybe my dad really treated her well so we are deemed as her family.

she said, a grin creeping across her face. I laughed, shaking my head. “You’re impossible.” “Relax, Baby girl,” Uncle Eren said, chuckling as he clicked his seat belt and hit the gas. His windblown hair and dimpled smile betrayed his soft side, despite the tough and smooth businessman facade he wore for clients. “I’ll lock the doors and run over any creep who tries anything.” “You better, Uncle,” Pelin teased, leaning between the seats. “Or Manolya’s gonna have to fight them off with her bare hands.”

"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.

"Wonderful, wonderful. There's hope for Yeer. There's hope for him!" Yeer was an Asian. He was the top member of the special warfare team within the borders of the country. His parents were Victor Weal. A few years ago, Yeer had gone to the Arctic Region and encountered a group of black-robed men who had tried to assassinate him. These men in black were all equipped with the best firepower in the world, and each of them had extraordinary skills. Arer was known as the number one God of War in the European Special Warfare System. He immediately broke out of the encirclement.