Eragon And Arya Fanfiction Novels & Stories

" Luca's voice dripped with menace. His tone made my skin crawl. " Don't get your hopes up, Love.” I said, duplicating his choice word ‘Love’. I forced a laugh, trying to sound confident. "Such a nice fantasy." But inside, Arya’s energy surged forward , her presence crackling like electricity. "No," I whispered, trying to calm her down. But Arya's agitation only grew, her energy coursing through my veins like adrenaline. Luca's eyes constrained, his gaze intensifying like a laser beam. "What's wrong, Sheila?" he asked, his voice low and husky.

Antares Pov “Shit” I cursed. “I told you forcing a shift won't end well” Aragon, my dragon complained. “I didn't see you come up with a better option” I shot back at him. “So what do we do about this? We need to get her back to her mate and I need to talk to her, Vega is growing more powerful” “I know Aragon, let me think. Eros won't be exactly welcoming to see his mate’s ex-fiance bring her back, especially in such a state” I replied, running my eyes over her battered body.

Not to mention the giggles of the students obviously having a great time watching them. "Well, I dislike you more! Arrogant! Thief!” the last thing she said was what she thought could be offset by the intensity of the anger she felt in those moments with Daniel. But she also regrets it. “What? Me? Thief?” he grabbed her arm again and that stopped Ara from her plan of getting away from the young man. Once again Ara struggled to withdraw her arm from Daniel's grip but what she did only made the situation worse. Because of her struggles, the young man pulled her on her waist again, leaving no gap between them that he even managed to press his body to her.

She shook her head to clear her thoughts. Her mother had not come into the room. She excused herself before shutting the door. “I have to go to talk to someone.” Arya turned to Elle, looking at her carefully. It made Elle want to ask what she wanted. It wasn’t unpleasant scrutiny but a reflective curiosity on Arya’s face. Finally, she spoke. “I see the vision clearly! You will be the loveliest bride ever!” Elle couldn’t help laughing. Arya’s positive energy was catching. Elle decided that she liked Arya.

I can't believe it. "Of course!" He said proudly. "Tell me the details." He told me everything that he knows and I learned that the person she is referring to came from a different world, and that person doesn't know her true self yet and she is afraid that someone might know about her identity that she is not from this world, so she is keeping it from the others. Geronimo told me that her name is Araia and he is currently in a village that was abandoned a long time ago.

His hands were like fire, burning every inch of skin he touched, and at that moment, the thin line between hate and want became blurred. "You're so beautiful, Arianna," Ryker whispered, his elongated fangs grazing my neck in a way that made a knot tighten in my nether region. "So perfect. And you're all mine." I bit my lips so hard I tasted blood, to stop any sound from coming out, but a treacherous whimper escaped my lips. Ryker stopped what he was doing, and his seemed to bore into my soul, as if he could see the very depths of my fear. And then, without another word, he stood up, his eyes never leaving mine.

“But Lilly saw me. She fucking saw me. Not the heir. Not the powerless, bullied Dravenang pup. She saw me for who I am and stayed to create the best teen memories with me.” My hands ball into fists at my sides. “So no. I won’t let you use her. Not for your politics. Not for your council. Not even for Alacia. If you want to understand what she is, fine. But you’ll do it without threats. Without fear. And you’ll do it with her consent.” Master Aldrien says nothing, though something in his eyes flickers; surprise, maybe even admiration. Father, however, is stone. “You would defy me over a girl?”

Little did he know that fate had intertwined his life with Emily's in ways he could never have anticipated. When Eric encountered Emily, an undeniable spark of recognition ignited within him. He felt an inexplicable draw to her, sensing a connection that transcended their individual circumstances. Unaware of Tyler's involvement with Emily, Eric's heart swelled with a newfound purpose—to protect her from his father's clutches and grant her the freedom she deserved. As the young werewolf confronted his father, Gerald's wrath and determination to maintain control only intensified. Eric pleaded with Gerald to spare Emily from the proposed forced mating, arguing that true love and happiness could

"Our intelligence suggests otherwise. We have multiple reports of a Silver Fang female traveling with rogue packs. Training with them. Leading them." He held up a sketch, and my heart stopped. It was Aria. Older, harder, her eyes fierce instead of broken. Her hair was longer, pulled back in a warrior's braid. Leather armor hugged her frame, armor she definitely hadn't owned when she'd been part of my pack. But unmistakably her. Even in a rough sketch, her beauty hit me like a physical blow. And the way she was drawn, proud, powerful, dangerous made Kael howl with approval and rage in equal measure.

“You! This … this is a terrible idea.” I pulled up a chair. “Wow. I didn't know you had a say in this.” “Excuse me?” Aria spluttered. I exhaled slowly. “You do understand how mates work, don't you?” Her mouth opened then close again. Then opened again. “Yes, obviously. But no! I cannot be mated to you! I'm engaged to someone else, okay?!” “And?” I arched a brow. “And… I'm the daughter of your enemy!”