Eragon/arya Fanfiction Novels & Stories

I huffed and puffed my cheeks out. Before I could say a word, Arya cut in with a happy smile on her face. "Well, it doesn't matter; if I die tonight, it's worth it." She expressed with a happy smile and closed her eyes. Suddenly, Arya's eyes flew wide open, and she shook her head like a rattling drum. "But, no. Maia has found her mate. Can I find my mate as well?" Arya threw her hand in the air and feigned a dramatic, loud bawl while clutching her chest deeply.

Personality description: cautious, Charming, reliable, discreet, observant, precise, rational, encouraging. Family: Leon Evans (father), Julia Stuart (Mother), Chase Evans (twin brother), Emily Evans (adoptive older sister), Dhario Evans (grandfather), Olivia Evans (step-grandmother), James Evans (uncle) Friends: Reggie Stevens (Beta, best friend), Danica Green (Girlfriend), Edgar Brown (friend), Isabella Frome (friend). Arya Silver Age: 17 Race: Werewolf Rank: Rogue Physical description: 5’7ft tall, hourglass athletic body, long straight black hair, round brown eyes, heart-shaped face, pointy nose with heart-shaped full lips.

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.

The girl looks back and she saw her duplicate Ariana Ferrer. Anika tightly closes her eyes and prays that what's she saw was a dream. A dream she wanted to forget. From afar, Ergo set a wide smirk on his face. "Welcome to the future, Anika!" He murmured after disappearing in thin air. ~~~~~~~~~~~The End~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Argon son enthrone as king and Eragon appointed to assist the young dragon to rule. A few months after. The door swings open with Allan and Felicia walking down the stair from a large church in a marriage outfit of blue Tunis and a white wedding gown. Invited guest who includes Historia, Esel, Queen of England. The dragons and various guests of every kingdom and the current king of Silla is young king scriven. After the wedding. Eragon and historia meets crashing their lips together with Historia heavy with child. One year later. Allan was crown king and they welcome a child and his names are. ERAGON THE END.

Climbing down from the high, every inch of my apex was still sensitive to his touch. When his lips finally released mine, I opened my eyes to peer into his lust-filled gray ones. That was my best and first orgasm at the hands of a man. A gasp left my mouth when he pulled his fingers out. I looked between us to see my virgin blood coating them, and I felt a blush creep onto my cheeks. “I’m sorry about that,” I muttered, mild embarrassment lacing my voice. Orlando’s smile was unfazed. “This isn’t something I’d be embarrassed about,” he whispered thickly. “This is an honor. Thanks for giving it to me, Arianna.”

"Sir Amaris, what do you think you are doing?" Her lovely voice brought him out of his thoughts and when she gained his attention, he realised that her eyes were still squinted at him. Amaris couldn't understand the irony that was Arya, if her voice was cool water from a spring then her eyes were molten lava from a volcano. "I don't understand." He replied. "You don't understand? I…you know what? Its fine, do whatever you want. You and grandma!" Arya enunciated before standing up to grab her school bag and headed to the stairway by the end of the room.

My eyes moved down the page, faster now. The door slammed against its frame, hard, wood cracking somewhere near the hinge. "Whatever you just read—" Alexander started. Another crash. "—don't say it out loud." I got to the last line, and something in my chest went cold. This condition wasn't just about the inheritance. It was about the marriage. Another crash. The door began to splinter down the middle. Aridian grabbed my hand. "Whatever happens," he said, "stay behind me." I clutched the document against my chest as the door finally gave way

He clenched his fists and was breathing heavily. Was he unwell? Rhaegar's Pov Everything about my mate made me burn instantly. I stared at her again, unable to process this. How could she be? She was a child! A weak rogue who couldn't even heal properly, how could the goddess pair me with her? It had to be a mistake. 'No, it's not,' Rega answered. He was excited we were taking her home. He hoped that in time, with the bond's help, I'd accept her.

Aria’s POV “That’s great news, Aria. You finally came to your senses.” Mira’s voice crackled through the moonstone crystal. I pictured her easily. Curly hair, ink-stained fingers, eyes that always looked like they were chasing the next idea. I sat on the edge of my bed, staring at the blank wall where Lycus’s cloak usually hung. “You’ve hidden long enough,” she said. “A Sigil Weaver of your skill, wasting away as a scribe in the Vane Hall? Pathetic.”