Eragon Arya Fanfic Novels & Stories

Then her eyes settle on Mathias and her face pales at his rage. I know what she’s going to do a second before it happens. I think Xander and Devin see it, too. They both let go of Mathias and reach for her. “I, Arya Vetger, Delta of the Blue Crescent Pack, reject you, Devin Laoch, Gamma of the Artemis Pack, and you, Xander Hawthorne, Delta of the Artemis Pack, as my mates.” Devin and Xander crumple to their knees, clutching their chests. Arya begins to fall, but she is caught by Mathias. A feral grin spreads across his face as he looks down at Xander and Devin, clutching each other in their pain.

Personality description: cautious, Charming, reliable, discreet, observant, precise, rational, encouraging. Family: Leon Evans (father), Julia Stuart (Mother), Chase Evans (twin brother), Emily Evans (adoptive older sister), Dhario Evans (grandfather), Olivia Evans (step-grandmother), James Evans (uncle) Friends: Reggie Stevens (Beta, best friend), Danica Green (Girlfriend), Edgar Brown (friend), Isabella Frome (friend). Arya Silver Age: 17 Race: Werewolf Rank: Rogue Physical description: 5’7ft tall, hourglass athletic body, long straight black hair, round brown eyes, heart-shaped face, pointy nose with heart-shaped full lips.

Arya stood with her hands behind her back almost like the perfect submissive little soldier, her eyes down to the floor and I couldn’t help but feel irritated by how calmly she just stood there, her brother standing right beside her staring me down. She was well trained for a commanding officer that’s for sure, but still, she was my mate and everyone in this room knew it. “Arya!” Warrick said in his dominating alpha voice, this made me smirk as I wondered whether he truly understood that his daughter no longer belonged to him, “Yes father,” Oh fuck, that sweet little voice sent a twitch in my cock and suddenly I was finding it difficult again to even concentrate on anything which wasn’t her

I didn't know how Asira knew but I wasn't about to let him know that. "It doesn't matter, I Arya Daston daughter of Halton and Celine , Alpha of ice wood pack reject you Kory Raven, future Alpha as your mate and future Luna." And just like that the bond broke. The worst pain I have ever felt engulfed me but I wasn't about to show it. I could feel my heart and soul and breaking into two . But I held my head high watching him crumble.

After a while, when Aryan stepped back, Siya realized her breathing had grown rapid. She tried to steady herself. Aryan pulled her toward him and held her— like a predator catching its prey before it falls. His palm rested against Siya’s back. A few moments later, Siya regained some control. Her lips trembled. She was about to speak— when Arya turned her toward himself. His presence alone was heavy— there was no hunger in his eyes, only a mad sense of entitlement. Siya resisted. She pushed, tried to break free. But this was not a fair fight.

“Exactly. Though the scent of your fated mate won’t return immediately. That will take time.” “Well, that’s news,” Avrora said, voicing my thoughts as she sat back down. “You have no idea how happy you’ve made me, brother,” Egor said, grabbing Ares’s hand. Something strange flickered across Ares’s face. “What did you just call me?” “Did your mother really never tell you?” Egor asked with a smile. I looked away. Avrora couldn’t meet Ares’s gaze either and stared at the floor. “Your mother, Margarita, and mine — Tatyana — are sisters. That makes your mother my aunt… and you and me—”

Arielle's POV I regretted the day I had said baby steps as I watched the Lycan King hurry away from my room, I wanted to tell him I was ready, that I take back my words but it would have been my vagina talking and not me. It felt like I was losing my mind, I just had to be imagining the sexual tension that lingered in the air, I just had to allow myself to dream for a little while that it was not one-sided yet he apologized to me. Maybe he had been a little drunk when he said all of that to me. it was understandable, no one ever wanted me, there was this halo around me that pursued them, there had to be.

Now, standing before the dormant Heart of the Mountain with the scent of her fear and the feral wolf’s blood in the air, those walls felt like sand. “Now,” I said, my voice rough. “The real war begins.” Her gaze, those storm-silver eyes, didn’t waver. She was assessing me, not as the Alpha who had rejected her, but as a potential ally in this new, terrifying reality. The trust wasn’t there, it would be a fool’s hope to expect it, but a sliver of pragmatic understanding was. It was more than I deserved. “First, we get her out of here!” Aria said, her tone all business as she knelt back beside Cera. The rogue was stirring, a low groan escaping her lips.

She didn't understand why Aerona would laugh over something this serious, and so anticipated a response from her. Aerona had stopped laughing, although she still had the surprised expression. She didn't know that it was this obvious. If Aurora was to ask, then it meant that her expression could give anyone a clue. "How can you think that I am in love with Zayn? I mean this is ridiculous, to think that I can ever be in love with my enemy." Aerona replied. "Really? So are you trying to tell me now that you are not In love with the alpha?" Aurora asked with an impatient tune.

Arya, who is already on her feet, sets the AirPods down on the nearby small table and stands in front of him with one hand on her waist, belly pushing her body back and with her other hand rubbing her belly. "If you do it just like you do at your father's house, I doubt you'll get an Oscar," she declares sardonically. "Stop it, Arya," he exclaims, in despair. "You're still angry without any foundation." Arya wanted to escape from there, but it was impossible, she heard the wheelchair already approaching. "For the record," she finally says without letting Ayden ask what she means, as at that Sebas enters with the Gay couple Arya has chosen as her support.