Eragon/arya Fanfiction Novels & Stories

“You think I don’t know what it’s like to carry the weight of others on my shoulders? You think I haven’t made impossible choices. You have no idea what I’ve been through, Rika I opened my mouth to respond, but Arya wasn’t finished, “I watched my parents being slaughtered in this very house when I was just a little girl,” She continued, her voice low and cold. “I didn’t have time to cry or mourn. I had to keep moving, keep fighting, because If I didn’t, I would’ve died too. Eragon and I knew we had to survive, no one had taught us how to. We just did. So don’t you dare tell me I don’t understand?”

the lady quickly tipped in. "I don't know my name," Arya said anxiously, trying to calm down. "I'm Gayle. I'm a hybrid just like you. Say your name. Think and remember," Gayle said. Arya shut her eyes tight and tried to remember herself, but came up blank. Her wolf was growing violent now, and sizing Gayle up dangerously. Gayle closed the gap between them and bit her on the shoulder. Arya let out a scream, and her eyes grew from glow to red.

My teeth had already started clattering as an effect of the cold, I tried to stand up but Kian made me stay in place. "We aren't done, Arya. Tell me who the father of the child is?” I looked at him shaking because of the cold, my skin was pale and flushed but he didn't care. I began to wonder if what Eva said about him was true. Was he truly a devil and a cold hearted being? "Have you suddenly become Mute Arya? Tell me who the father is." He dragged me again and went downstairs but when we were about 5 stairs away. He pushed me and sent me rolling on the floor.

Arya laughed excitedly. "I'm sorry," I said. Arga laughed. He ruffled my hair and hugged me. "You are still the woman I love, Laeven though billions of women out there are much prettier than you, but I still choose you," said Arga while kissing my lips.

Liora POV The ruins spit us out into a fog-choked clearing like a beast coughing up bones, the sudden rush of cold, damp air hitting my face as we stumble through a collapsed archway. My lungs burn from the sprint through the collapsing tunnels, legs trembling from the strain, but the dagger clutched in my hand pulses warm and steady, its ruby glowing faintly against my skin like a living ember. The visions still echo in my skull—Elowen’s fierce howls echoing across ancient mountains, Thorne’s proud voice naming me heir, Elora’s gentle warning about the true mate who would anchor me. The weight of centuries presses on my chest, heavy and exhilarating all at once. Aria is stronger now, no lon

Arya half-yelled struggling out of his grip and made to leave the bed but he quickly caught her and pinned her back on the bed. "I'm not trying to have sex with you Arya, we are just having fun," Jeremy retorted. "This is not fun anymore Jeremy, we should stop, you are drunk," Arya groaned. "I'm not drunk, I'm perfectly okay, common," he said taking his hand into her skirt and forcefully dragged her panties down. "Jeremy, please stop," Arya pleaded with tears clouding her eyes but he paid deaf ears to her as he started dragging down her skirt. "Jeremy please, am begging you, don't do this to me please," Arya cried as tears trickled down her cheeks.

Luna Caterina exclaims, looking genuinely happy at my suggestion. I’ve been thinking about it for a while now, and I would love for her to be my maid of honour in this since the Claiming Ceremony is essentially a wedding ceremony. Wolves mate for life; Arya will learn that soon enough. Afterwards, we fall into an easy conversion, but no matter what I do, I simply cannot get comfortable or bring myself to enjoy their company anymore. My responses are becoming clipped, and I’m tuning them out bit by bit… I hate lying; I hate acting like everything is okay when it clearly isn’t.

My eyes burn with tears. " Oh, the same Varun Arora who kidnapped Maverick's bride. Such a shame! And now Maverick is in a relationship with this girl who is a sister of such a slut.. " Mrs Arya was saying when I banged my free hand on the table before standing up from my seat. Angry tears slide down from my eyes because I am helpless to endure them or else I would have banged their head on the wall.

Every time I shut my eyes, I saw the amulet glowing on Raven’s chest, pulling at me like a hook stuck inside. The prophecy scrolls lay spread out across my bed, their words mixing together: The daughter of moonlight will stand between ruin and rescue. My choice. Except—what choice? Every path led back to Raven. Frustration rose in my throat. I pressed my hands on my eyes to hold back the tears. I was Aria from Crescent—daughter of Blackwood, a fighter, a survivor. When Raven asked me to stand beside him, to be his Luna, I had almost said yes. The pull of the amulet was suffocating, my wolf howling for me not to yield. And also my pride stopped me—stubborn, furious pride.

It was Possession.The air around him became colder "Mine". The word slammed violently into Ariana's chest though nobody had spoken. Her breathing stopped Impossible , Mates were blessed by the Moon Goddess then Why would the ruthless Lycan King ever be connected to someone like her? Kael stepped closer ,One step, Then another Until he stood directly before her. Everyone watched silently , Terrified. Kael reached out suddenly, gripping Ariana's chin gently but firmly. His thumb brushed softly against her skin, yet the action felt more dangerous than violence.