Eragon And Arya Fanfiction Novels & Stories

The King added in. “It does make senses when said like that. But- why? He had all the information I did. He already knew what powers I would have. He had to have known something more. He wouldn’t just work with rogues to find out something he already knew. I know him. As much as I hate it, I do. He’s smart enough to use me to be king but not smart enough to come up with a plan like that. Someone else must be feeding him information and telling him how to do it. He could very well be working with the rogues. But not as the leader.” Arya spoke her words sounding confident and sure. Josh looked at his mate with admiration. She was becoming more confident and braver. It had barely been 48 hours

He clenched his fists and was breathing heavily. Was he unwell? Rhaegar's Pov Everything about my mate made me burn instantly. I stared at her again, unable to process this. How could she be? She was a child! A weak rogue who couldn't even heal properly, how could the goddess pair me with her? It had to be a mistake. 'No, it's not,' Rega answered. He was excited we were taking her home. He hoped that in time, with the bond's help, I'd accept her.

Eirika listened and watched Arric as his men spoke about their experiences and that everything they knew was taught to them by Arric. Eirika understood then that York wasn't just like a brother to Arric but a son. She reached for his hand to intertwine her fingers with his. He looked down at their joined hands and then at her. His eyes were intense and quizzical. 'He is going to be fine, my love, don't worry,' she said to him via their mind link. He nodded, holding her gaze. ***

Arya sighed, walking away. Connor stared at her puzzled. “What are you two…” “Manners? With you?” Ken snapped back at Arya, then rolled his eyes. “You should be glad I didn’t gag on seeing you.” Connor grinned. So Ken and Arya were quarrel buddies. It wasn’t uncommon for Ken to socialize with someone with arguments but Arya matching his energy was impressive. Arya had enough and shook her head. “I’d leave you with that specie of human, Connor! Toss him out when you’re done.”

Her brows furrowed and she stared at my face for a little longer. "Listen, I know it's difficult for you too. But you should know that Tyrion and Ava has loved each other since they were pups. They were born just a day apart and has been inseparable since than. And now she's pregnant with his child yet Alpha Jonathan has announced her marking ceremony tomorrow. It's difficult. Believe me. " She sighed. I bit my lip and controlled my tears. I had nothing to say. "But in all this remember that you are a female and we respect each other. Don't try anything stupid to test Tyrion's patience. "

Banners of gold and silver fluttered in the wind: fire for Arden and Selene, storm for Lyra and Eric, the wolf emblem at the center binding them all. Children’s laughter filled the clearing outside the citadel. Pups—gold-eyed, storm-touched, phantom-shrouded—raced along the terrace, their energy carrying the legacy of their parents. Arden stood at the balcony, his broad frame silhouetted by the sun, watching as his daughter tackled Eric’s young son into the grass. “Aria is just like you,” Eric chuckled, stepping beside him. His hair had silvered slightly at the temples, but his eyes gleamed with the same quiet loyalty as the day he had first vowed himself to Lyra. “Bold, stubborn, and entire

“Instead, I’m going to give you a choice. Help me bring him down… or I open my mouth about what really happened that night, the real reason the Bloodfang massacre was covered, the names of the elders who signed it off, and the Order’s betrayal of its own code. You think the council will forgive that? You think the new generation will?” “You didn’t break me,” I said softly, “but I can break you.” They looked at one another, faces drawn tight. I saw panic masked in neutral expressions. Then one of them, the old grey-eyed one with sunken cheeks, cleared his throat. “What do you want, Aria?” A slow smile curled on my lips. “I want you to appear to Killian, disguised as seers, or whatever sick fa

“Beta Gregor was on watch. Moros had 300 Claws. They came at dawn while the warriors were still out looking for you. Gregor… he surrendered to save the elders.” “Surrendered,” Kieran repeated. Flat. Dead. “He gave them the _children_.” “To stop a slaughter, Alpha. Moros said he’d burn the territory. Pups or ash.” I was already moving. Wrapping Rylan tight against my chest with Kieran’s jacket. My hands weren’t shaking. That scared me more than anything. “Where,” I said. Darius looked at me. “Aria, you can’t—” “WHERE.”

“I don’t want to stop.” A wicked grin spread across Thane’s face, his eyes dark with promise. “Good,” he said, his voice dripping with filth and desire. “Because from now on, it’s going to be even more sensual. We are going to take our time with you, Aria. Make you feel things you’ve never felt before.” I knew this was just the beginning, and I was ready for whatever came next. Ryker laid down beside me, his gaze dark and possessive as he said, "We want to claim you all at once.”

“Because the mark glowed. The stars aligned. The bloodline revealed itself. The ley lines call her. And because… Astrid is already breaking.” I didn’t like riddles. But then Dorian stood and stepped forward. “There’s something you should know,” he said. “I once served Magnus. I was one of his hounds. But I left after he executed my sister—for speaking of the old prophecies.” Pain flickered in his voice, even if his face stayed still. “He won’t stop, Aria. But he won’t come at you blind, either. He’ll wait until the right moment. He’ll strike where it hurts.”