Eragon Arya Fanfic Novels & Stories

He is a gamer and owns a gaming company. He was in a relationship with Arya then circumstances led to their separation. Swati Singh - Arya's best friend and very sensible girl. I will be updating the characters and chapters as the story proceeds. Thanks

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.

Couldn’t I have found a better excuse? Erden fakes back a smile, hardly able to hide the fact that he is not at all convinced. Thankfully, Eren appears in the salon and his face lits up on seeing Erden. "Sir, sir!" He cries out excitedly and runs to him. Erden eyes widen on looking at my son who is sneaking in between his legs. “What the hell did you do to him!” He gasps. “It’s her.” I correct with a grin. Eren gives me an accomplice wink before he begins tossing his wig over his shoulder. "I'm Erena." He tells Erden, flipping his false hair.

he retorted and Arya breathed in nervously. "Me? Never, how can that even be? It's all about Eleanor, you can choose to believe it or not, I'm going to my room." Arya stuttered and turned to walk away but Ronald dragged her back and pinned her to the wall. "Do you want me to make you admit it?" He muttered slipping his hand under her uniform skirt. "What are you doing? Let me go," Arya mumbled. "Let you go? You are not even fighting it?" He said, his hands moved further into her legs and suddenly stopped on her wet panties, then placed his thumb on her clit and rubbed it over her panties.

I’m left with nothing but Erik’s whisper in my blood and the child inside me my last coin, my last crown. I press a hand to the swell. You were supposed to be mine. The roots stir beneath my feet, answering his promise. Not alone. Not yet. Then the fire flares on the ridge. She’s here. Araya. --- POV: Araya She looks thinner than before, but her eyes are blades. Adira stands in the ruined courtyard, belly rounded, hands trembling as if she’s holding the world wrong. “Araya,” she spits. “You ruined everything.”

“The last true Luna. The bond you carry is only the beginning.” “Who are you?” He looked up at her, golden eyes shining. “I was born of memory. Of prophecy. My name is Eiran.” “Why are you here?” “To awaken what has been sleeping. And to warn you—Darkfang is not what it seems. There are traitors within. Ones who would rather see you dead than crowned.” Aria’s breath caught. “Who?” Eiran shook his head. “You’ll know them soon. But first, you must choose. If you accept what you are—what your blood truly holds—you will not be safe. You will not be normal. But you will be powerful. Enough to shatter kingdoms.”

Regan murmured. She couldn't fight because she knew her Papa Regan, he was badly angry "P-papa, let me go..." When she had difficulty breathing, the Tyrant let go of her "What's going on, Ara?. Have you forgotten your mission ?" The Tyrant said then put his hand in his pocket. "How can I forget?, They killed my parents" Ara exclaimed "I'm just looking for the right time, I first need to find out who the remaining two archons are. When I find out which of them is the culprit, I will give you his head."

It was her name for me, no one else was allowed to call me it, and she has no right to do so now. She breaks eye contact with me, “Yeah, sorry. Old habits.” “It is fine. This is Arya, my girlfriend. Arya, my cousin Gordon and his fiancée Lena.” I refuse to introduce her as my ex, even though everyone knows she is. “It is nice to meet you, Arya. I am happy you found someone, Kyson.” Gordon smiles. “Thanks.” Arya’s answer is simple. Lena looks her over, and not in a nice way. I swear I see her roll her eyes.

I responded mentally, keeping my face neutral so Dorian wouldn’t notice I was having an internal conversation with my wolf. “The way your heart raced when he said he sensed you needed him,” Arya’s tone was knowing, almost smug. I pushed her presence back firmly, refusing to entertain whatever romantic notions she was trying to plant in my head. This was Dorian, my business partner, my ally in this revenge plot against Aaron, nothing more.

"ERIKKA, I don't think I can do this." Erikka Villanueva, Ara's best friend in the whole world, gave her a narrowing look as she squeezed her arm tightly. "We are not going on about this again, Ara. We've been planning this for a long time and I will not have you back-out on me now."