Argonians Eso Novels & Stories

The Wind God ordered that not a single servant should stare Aranjo in the face because the girl had taboo dark magic. Soon the news spread to the entire celestial realm. The night God did not say anything, as if approving every action of his wife, the Goddess of the wind. Aranjo was a descendant of the demon tribe who because of the emperor's kindness was allowed to stay in the sky realm, but demons were still demons. The little girl was known to have a demonic aura and it was taboo to stare her in the face. direct.

Erin asked further, holding up ten fingers. "That is fanged god Alanoir," Thorlon said, glancing at his fingers as if he was getting bored. "Two?" Thorlon groaned, waving his fingers in the air. Giddy to see what he had conjured, Erin fixed her gaze on the sky and saw fanged god Agrebor. A frown furrowed her forehead, and she looked back at Thorlon with inquisitive eyes. "How many do you have then?" She questioned, reducing her eyes to slits of curiosity.

I lied, well it's technically the truth. "Ain't you gonna get your lunch?" Angel asked. "I'll get it for her since she seems tired. What do you want?" Hottie asked and I told him. He got up and left to get our meals. Looking at them, I could see the slight resemblance. They both had jet black hair and adorable dimples but while Hottie had hazel eyes, Angel had silver eyes and a lip ring. "I'm sure you're now convinced I'm not an Angel?" He smirked.

Kailan thought that Zion Mercenaries could restrain Kaze. Reality was a rude awakening. “Oh, my god! That technique is the toughest combat of the Arcadian military. I’ve witnessed it firsthand on the battlefield. The Arcadians call it the God of War Blow. “You’re no ordinary man. You have fought in wars before,” the earlier foreigner cried.

I do not understand. "Moira. My Moira. Do you know how long I have been looking for you? The mountains I have ascended, the skies I have flown across and the valleys I have crossed? Never once did I give up on you my female. My name is Ragon, your moon blessed." My heart clenches bitterly at the truth that has ultimately stepped into the light. This...this is going to end badly. "Let go of mama!" Argus is fast to force himself through the tiny space between Ragon and Moira. He pounds Ragon's lower belly with every bit of strength he possesses within him, his warrior training being useful for the little one at this point.

The Ties That Burn. The rain over London was relentless, like the sky itself could sense something dreadful stirring beneath the calm. Inside the deepest wing of Grant Tower’s sub-basement, rows of black servers blinked in rhythmic sequence, the pulse of a ghost no one could trace. Argos had been born. Aria stood at the central command module, her reflection flickering against the glass interface. Her eyes, once sharp with vengeance, were now wired with unrelenting focus.

“Another training?” “You intend to survive in the battle of Luna candidates, don’t you? The selection is approaching. Don’t worry, even if we need to visit Argia and forge special magic items, we’ll do it. I won’t let you lose.” “That sounds a little threatening. But I will train hard.” Una grinned. “I know you are hardworking.” Hevian mentioned the Capital City of Erganiv, another domain far from Gwiazda. “I appreciate your support, Hevian. If we really need to go in Argia, I won’t complain.” Una thought it must be a very long travel from the Wolf Nation, however if it would give her an edge to win during the Luna’s selection, she’d do it.