Books Like Eragon Novels & Stories

The doors were labelled with planets of the solar system except Earth; they were not labelled for figurative purpose because each door actually leads to the planets mentioned; those doors were known as “Dimensional Gates” Eric opened a brown door in front of him which had no tag, the door led to a large library, he climbed up three steps and was standing in the large room full of book shelves; one could spend a life time dedicated to reading and still not finish the books in this library. Mystical books of various sizes and titles like: Eye of the universe, Esoteric Time science, Time and Matter, Anti-matter and Gods, The way of Nova, The way of Elohim, The trinity, Mastering the Magic of Da

I approached slowly, the heels of my boots clicking softly on the polished floor. Drawn like a moth to a flame, I skimmed my fingers across the titles etched on the spines. Tales of kings. Wars. Bloodlines. My gaze caught on a thick, weathered book left open on the desk. Its title was simple: Pack Histories and Blood Betrayals. A cold shiver rippled through me. I leaned over, my shadow swallowing the page, and began to read. At first, it was the usual: chronicles of battles, treaties, ascensions. But then, a word snared me, rooted me in place:

[Erica] The three young mages stared at Elias, baffled. It was Grey who spoke first. "Aether?" Elias simply nodded. Erica cocked her head in confusion. Elias said, "Come with me". They followed him inside the mansion. Elias led them into a library which Erica did not know existed until then. It wasn't huge but it was fairly large and as her eyes scanned the shelves, she concluded that most of the books were ancient. The room smelled of mothballs and varnish. There was a small table with two chairs near the window.

Tristan finally spoke up as he closed the big book which was all about the geographical history of Northrend region. The old man paused from reading the book aloud and cast a glance at Tristan. “Is something the matter, your grace?” he asked in a cranky voice. “Everything here is ‘the matter’, Maester Luwin,” Tristan gestured his hands towards the bunch of books on the wide table. “I told you, I have no interest for books and for all of these… nonsense...” “With all due respect, your grace, but these are not nonsense,” the maester closed the book he was holding and let Tristan see its front cover. “These are the historical documents critical for the royal education of every member of the Ara

Liam texted "Inside the library. Are you in school?" "Yes, on my way to the library" I was using my lunch break to go through my mathematics note "Serious student" Liam whispered into my ear as he took the seat next to mine "Hey, what's up?"I asked "I'm good and what are you doing?" "Mathematics" "I'm so sorry for disappointing you" He dropped a book on the table and continued talking "I was extremely busy" I picked up the book and read it. It's smelled like hundreds of years ago and it backcover was almost crumbling under my touch "Sargon" I read out load. That was the title of the book "What does that mean?"

Of course, her father wouldn’t be so gracious as to inform her that someone intended to ask for her hand in marriage. From that moment on, she did everything possible to show herself to be the worst possible choice to be his wife, by interfering in the conversations during dinner, spending the whole morning in the stable with the horses, and (perhaps the worst thing she could have done) when the Earl tried to have a conversation with her in the library one morning about the books she was interested in, Elena started a long monologue about Sephira's books. Sephira's books, about the history of sorcerers and magic on the continent, continued to be hated in Vallas territory despite being part o

I tell him. Flavius nods in response and begins to pack his things. I fill my satchel with various clothing items and few books. "Why are you packing books?" Flavius asks curiously. "Since we are visiting another horde without sending a messenger ahead, I need to bring something that will serve as a gift. Those of the Horde of Fates are known knowledge seekers. I have many books in my private collection that have not been seen since The Fires. They should serve as a suitable present," I say.

Hundreds of years have passed. Echor build 5 kingdoms named: Alpenglow where the powerful and wealthy creature ones live. Alamort, the cursed kingdom where the evil creatures of Echor come from. Raconteur, the kingdom of the dwarves who take the lead in making weapons. Habromania, the flying kingdom that is isolated from everyone where simple elves live. They avoid getting into trouble that's why they're called 'The Lonely Kingdom'. And finally, Ataraxia, where the creatures called 'Muggles' live quietly and simply They lived quietly, and without any disturbance.

If only her mother’s books were left intact then she wouldn’t have to work from the scratch, because the counter curse of soul separation curse wasn’t as easy to find as the other counter curses were. With her fingers carefully skimming through the hardcover of the books, Levy read the title of the books printed on the spine. Fire infused scroll of death, Heirloom of the cunning mage Gilford, Annihilation of souls, books on torment and Fangs of eternal bloodlust—— On and on the books went and Levy chose the one that had the title closest to what she was looking for —— Annihilation of the souls, this book seemed like what she was looking for. So, she stretched her hand and picked the books fr

I find it more of a comfort, I suppose I am a creature of the dark, therefore I am more accustomed to it. I return to her, watching as her fingers mindlessly reach for another book on her stack, but she is an inch short. I reach out, handing it to her. I admit I feel at home there, back in her vicinity. She takes it, and I examine the books she packs through. I pick one up and ponder which section of the library she is working on. Ah, "The Time Before," the full account of Alexander's rule. The abundance and all that came before the Mages Curse. Before all death fell forward, before chaos, before Loss, before the emblems of war.