Novel & Cerita Eragon Arya Fanfic

“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.

When Ryan put it like that, I cringed slightly. “My mother had hoped I would become mated to my best friend, who was also the Alpha’s son. Sure, we dated a little and before I joined the Royal Guard, we even planned for me to return to mate with him. Things changed and then I came here.” I admitted, knowing that eventually, it would be a matter of time before they knew about Theo. “So, if you wouldn’t have met Ryker, you would be getting mated to your best friend?” Ryan asked skeptically. “Do you love him?”

Daniel needed me. “Erick is after you, Aria, and wants to take you by force. He knows you are a descendant of the Moon Goddess and wants you to give him an heir. He is after your powers! Is that clear enough?” Ella said in one breath, trying to make me realise what was happening. “But I am already pregnant with Daniel’s pup,” I said, and then I lost consciousness. The loss of my senses was so intense that I opened my eyes and left my chair abruptly. Not the nightmare again. Not tonight.

“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

Ariella's POV The next morning, as soon as I opened my eyes, I saw the man lying beside me. The warm sunlight bathed his face, casting a golden glow that accentuated the perfection of his pronounced nose. I have to admit, he was incredibly handsome, like the masterpiece of the most exquisite sculptor. I marveled at the thought, but soon felt a sense of loss. He was the Alpha of the Thron Pack, and also the uncle of my ex-fiancé. How could I possibly be with him?

Daxiel might be the most respected werewolf in Eryndor, but he also had countless enemies searching for his weakness. "And you know her connection to Daxiel goes deeper than the mate bond," Finn added. Slade tightened his grip on the car door. He knew that too. And it terrified him. Arya was the key to the one thing Daxiel had desired all his life—something the entirety of Eryndor opposed. At this moment, if the truth came out, the whole of Eryndor would want her dead. The air grew heavy. Slade felt his heartbeat accelerate.

They couldn’t. I let out a low laugh, dry and humorless. “So he really went for the throat.” “He always does,” Asher muttered. I walked up to the bars, wrapping my fingers around the iron. “I came to see her, not start a war. Just one look. One moment. That was all I wanted.” “Yeah, well. You picked the wrong girl to look at, King of Rogues.” I turned to him slowly. “Say that again.” He shrugged, the movement stiff. “You said it yourself—she’s the bride of Alpha Tristan. Aria isn’t just any girl, Xavier. She’s the line between peace and chaos.”

There was only his hand, my stomach, and the look on his face. For a second, the ice cracked. And I saw him. Not Alpha Kieran Dragos, killer of weaknesses. Just Kieran. A man, twenty-six, feeling his child move for the first time. His eyes came up to mine. And he _saw_ me. Not Aria Jones. Not the waitress. Aria. His rejected mate. The lone wolf he left to die. “You,” he breathed. The ice came back. Worse than before. A glacier. “Mine,” he growled.

I pull her flush against me, her tits squishing against my chest, my cock already hard again. Her voice is breathy. “Yup. Working?” “You know it is,” I growl, kissing her hard, tongue sliding deep and dominant. When I pull away, her irises have completely overtaken her eyes. She’s about to say something when Joan leans out of the plane. “Ready for takeoff?” “No!” I shout. “Yup, on my way!” Arya calls at the same time, grinning. Joan just chuckles and ducks back inside.

Darian Fredrickson. Arystyn was surprised when she recognized the woman with him. It was Maya! Maya whom she had trusted and loved since she had first come to her father Drake’s pack after realizing she was a werewolf. Arystyn walked silently to the back of the alley behind where Maya and Darian were standing. Arystyn reached out a pulled Maya by the arm and into the alley. “ What the?!” Maya began before recognizing Arystyn. “ What the Hell do you think you are doing?” Arystyn asked. Why are you doing this to us?” Our family trusted you! Maya was confused What had she done wrong? Was Arystyn upset because she was taking a couple of hours of leisure time to be with the man she loved? “Arysty