Eragon Arya Fanfic Novels & Stories

"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.

I didn't want to be dragged into the middle of any drama. “What about her?” “What do you mean ‘what about her?’ You guys are fucking, that's what.” “So?” I stared at him in disbelief. “Really?” “I don't owe you loyalty, Arya, and neither do you.” “I'm not asking you for loyalty. I'm just asking to not be dragged into whatever love drama you have going on. I don't want to be third person.” “You're not.” He said immediately. “Well she doesn't seem to think so, does she?”

Allura laughed sarcastically. "Still, you should have had a good childhood, better than Theia anyways." Jane said. "Not really." Allura shook her head, "He betrayed her, and of course, at the price of his life. All she ever approved, was my blood, and that was it. Just like why she would hate Aray so much." "Who is Arya?" Jane asked, and then realized, "The third princess?" Allura nodded: "Yes. The daughter she had with the King. I don't know why she kept the child even, when she just sees werewolves as slaves."

I offered and she nodded, I scurried away to the kitchen and quickly pour a glass of water for her, that was when it dawned on me, leaving Erin and Aria in the same room isn’t such a smart idea, I hurried back to the glass room and I saw Aria already on her feet and Erin had a smug look on her face. “ I would be going now Alex, so that I can make it back in due time,” Aria muttered, I could see the sadness in her eyes, I didn’t want her to go, not without even exploring the possibility of having a relationship. “ Please stay Aria,” I pleaded. “ Alex,” Erin called out my name in disbelief, but at this point, I didn’t care, all I wanted was for Aria to stay. “ I can’t stay,” she muttered, “ Yo

I couldn’t help but question her motives. The footsteps got closer. Marcie, who was nearest to the opening, positioned herself in a fighting stance and jumped forward attacking the person to the ground. I side stepped Arya and laughed at what I saw before me. Marcie was lying on top of Eragon with her breast pressed against his face. My laughter seemed to have brought her back to reality because she quickly climbed off him.

“Aw! E, you are hurting me with your coldness. Why can’t you sound happy to hear from me for once? The woman whines into the phone, sounding childlike. A thing that irritated Eros. Unknown to him, his hands move in a gentle stroke over Ara’s body, calming the blonde and allowing her to relax against his chest while they drove towards his home. “What do you want, Vela?” He growls into the phone. Eros is a King that needs a Queen, and Vela is a high-blood Lycan who is the perfect fit to be his Queen on paper, but the drawback is that Eros doesn’t like Vela, nor does he trust her father, who is one of the Lycan’s council members.

"And I won't let them have you. I don't care if she's Athena. I don't care if Selene thinks you're hers. Or Nova. Or Elara. You belong to me." Aria moaned, breath hot, confused and aroused. "Riri, I —" "Say it," Eris begged. "Say I'm yours." "I…" Aria's breath hitched. Her body arched. "You are. You always have been." Eris let out a sob, one of those ragged, guttural sobs that didn't even sound human. It tore from her chest like something wounded and wild. She held Aria like a drowning woman, kissing her hard, desperate, greedy. Her tears streaked their cheeks, cold as ice. "You're mine," she cried into her mouth. "Mine, mine, mine…"

“And I won’t let them have you. I don’t care if she’s Athena. I don’t care if Selene thinks you’re hers. Or Nova. Or Elara. You belong to me.” Aria moaned, breath hot, confused and aroused. “Riri, I —” “Say it,” Eris begged. “Say I’m yours.” “I…” Aria’s breath hitched. Her body arched. “You are. You always have been.” Eris let out a sob, one of those ragged, guttural sobs that didn’t even sound human. It tore from her chest like something wounded and wild. She held Aria like a drowning woman, kissing her hard, desperate, greedy. Her tears streaked their cheeks, cold as ice. “You’re mine,” she cried into her mouth. “Mine, mine, mine…”

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.

“My mates and my pups…no, I don’t want them to go out there.” Diego agrees, his movements mirroring Liam’s on his own mates. I knew better than to talk for Arya. Not only is she a fierce warrior in her own right and a demi-goddess to boot, she would kick my ass if I tried to speak for her. Seems that Liam and Diego have yet to learn that lesson. “The hell you trying to say?” Karamea half shouts at Diego, anger clear in her face and body language. “Seriously?!” Sandra agrees, looking at Liam. The same angry look is on her face.