Eragon/arya Fanfiction Novels & Stories

"I didn’t act like a rogue. How could I act roguish towards a rogue?!" Suddenly Lina appeared again. This time, she was bright and beautiful like a humanoid and grinning. "Arya don’t overestimate yourself. Even if you are willing to be a rogue, do you have a chance? Do you think others are willing? You are so shameless!"

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.

She screamed and pushed me a little to walk ahead of me. I clenched my jaw and closed my eyes. I had to cool down. Anger was going to make me weak. I needed the aggression and determination for the actual competition. I had another reason to give my best. To show Ava that blood wasn't only factor in deciding who gets to the powerful position. Outside the ladies's chamber, our mates were waiting for us. Alpha Tyrion looked so devilishly handsome in his silver blue armour and a huge sword. He took my hand in his and planted a kiss on the back of my palm.

Arya whispered back to her raising her head and meeting Mr Hagans eyes, she shivered inwardly while burying her head behind her books. As soon as Mr Hagans stepped out of the class, Arya slammed her textbook close while turning to the girl beside her. “I’m not the only one who feels like Angry Bird wants to jump my skin these days?” Arya asked while Eileen’s lips drew backwards into an amused smile. “I want to ask if you being cocky about the fact that you are really pretty or you just making a wild statement just because you miss Brad” Eileen replied watching as Arya’s furrowed brows loosened and a smile blossomed on her face.

As the fog creeps inside. And then—she steps out of the circle. At first, I think it’s really her. The resemblance is perfect. Her eyes. Her lips. Her flame. But then—she speaks. And I hear it. My fear. Her fear. Aria’s buried shame. Her regret and her doubt. She is not Aria. She is the shadow of Aria. Born from everything she tries to hide. And she bows. “My Queen,” she says. I smile lightly. “You will be my sword.”

In front of everyone. “This is Aria,” he said, voice like thunder. “My mate. Mother of my heir.” Gasps. Growls. “She’s wolfless,” Luna Mother said. “The daughter of traitors. She’s nothing.” Kieran’s aura exploded. Trees bent. Wolves dropped to their knees, gasping. Even I felt it, pressing on my lungs. “She’s _mine_,” he roared. “And anyone who calls her nothing will answer to me.” Silence.

“No, not our Luna. Lady Luna Elle Gance of the CrimsonNight pack. No, you are in these rooms caring for your husband and his family as if you were born to be here.” Elle could not keep herself from giggling. “Maybe I was- born to be here.” Arya gazed upon Elle as if she was the most beautiful thing she had ever seen. Elle felt self-conscious and started fidgeting. As wonderful as it was that Arya was so forgiving, anyone could have done what Elle had. She did not understand the big deal.

Meanwhile, inside the alpha’s old bedroom, Luna Lorraine watched the expression on Eugene’s face carefully. That empty look. That restless anger. She knew exactly what it meant. Because she felt the same thing herself. Irene was too good for Arnold. Too refined. Too carefully raised. Too perfect. She never should have ended up with a barbaric lycan. “She wants to come back,” Luna Lorraine said suddenly. The words made Eugene lift his head immediately. Hope flashed across his face so fast it almost looked painful. “What makes you think that?” he asked quickly. He moved closer without realizing it.

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.

Why else would he impregnate a woman the age of his sons? “That proud asshole.” She tsked. “I hope you’re not getting bullied by any of them?” Bullied is…perhaps the wrong word to be used for whatever had gone down in their quarters. “Hard-ly,” I strained the words out. “Thanks for your concern.” “Good,” Lady Arya bobbed her head, her green eyes widening as she stared into space. “Because things are about to get messier.” “Messier?” I echoed. She made it sound like it was all she looked forward to.