Eragon/arya Fanfiction の小説・ストーリー

“She crossed the line.” Liana trembled with shame, but Rowan pretended nothing had happened. He turned to Aria with a strained, fatherly smile. “Aria, you’re moving up—engaged to the heir of the Cross Empire! Just make sure you don’t say anything foolish like your sister.” Disgust churned in Aria’s stomach. If she hadn’t lived her past life, she might have believed that he cared. But she remembered everything—how he had sold her to Liana and Victor Loann, how he left her to die on an operating table. She would make him pay. Without mercy.

Ayra cursed when she realized that she had broken into a pack territory and from the looks of it, they weren't going to let her go just like that. One of the brown wolves growled and signaled to the others. “Surrender Rogue, don't make us use the tough way on you” the other half naked guy on the tree said. “Never, I rather die than surrender” Ayra growled with gritted teeth, she could feel the world around her spinning but she wouldn't succumb to them. “Then we have no other choice” The last thing Ayra saw before she blacked out was the other half naked guy flipping down from the tree.

I’m left with nothing but Erik’s whisper in my blood and the child inside me my last coin, my last crown. I press a hand to the swell. You were supposed to be mine. The roots stir beneath my feet, answering his promise. Not alone. Not yet. Then the fire flares on the ridge. She’s here. Araya. --- POV: Araya She looks thinner than before, but her eyes are blades. Adira stands in the ruined courtyard, belly rounded, hands trembling as if she’s holding the world wrong. “Araya,” she spits. “You ruined everything.”

Not fear of losing a battle or fear of death, but fear of losing her. Ryan’s voice dropped to a broken whisper. “Please.” The single word nearly destroyed her. But she had already made her choice. “I love you,” she said softly. Ryan’s face went completely still. Aria stepped closer and pressed her forehead against his one final time, savoring that last moment, that last memory. Then she whispered, “And that is why I have to do this.” Ryan grabbed her again, desperate and broken. “Aria—” She kissed him. And for one brief, perfect second, everything else disappeared. The war, the kingdoms, the prophecy, and the Source all faded away. There was only them. Then she stepped away and began walking

" Luca's voice dripped with menace. His tone made my skin crawl. " Don't get your hopes up, Love.” I said, duplicating his choice word ‘Love’. I forced a laugh, trying to sound confident. "Such a nice fantasy." But inside, Arya’s energy surged forward , her presence crackling like electricity. "No," I whispered, trying to calm her down. But Arya's agitation only grew, her energy coursing through my veins like adrenaline. Luca's eyes constrained, his gaze intensifying like a laser beam. "What's wrong, Sheila?" he asked, his voice low and husky.

A small tear rolled down her cheek. King Rykerr’s thumb gently wiped away her tears. “When I saw those arrows flying towards you…” he began, his voice lower now, “I was terrified, Ayla. I felt something inside me break. I thought I would lose you forever.” Ayla’s heart melted hearing his words. Her small hand moved up to cup his face, her thumb brushing his skin gently. “You don’t have to be scared, my King,” she whispered. “The goddess will always protect me.”

A hushed silence falls over the circle. Aria doesn't blink. Her mouth curves into a bitter smile. “Then I reject you too, Alpha, Kaiden Blackthorn.” She declares, not backing down from staring. The crowd stirs, some are horrified, others watch with morbid curiosity. Her companion, a lean female rogue, Cera, grips her arm. “You okay?” “I will be.” Aria replies, but her voice is hollow and painful. She turns back and walks out with her companions.

His strength to control his wolf's emotions is actually impressing me a lot more than I would ever want. “So, you are the hidden alpha of the Blue Moon pack,” he said, and I didn't say anything to decline his statement. We were not done when everyone's focus shifted towards the stairs. Arya came downstairs with her suitcase and looked at me directly. “Warriors will not stop me at the borders, will they?” she asked me, and I stood up from the rocking chair. “Let me drop you at the borders,” I told her and grabbed her suitcase with me.

she commanded then complained again when Daniel suddenly made his subsequent blow to her femininity more forceful. Ara had nothing more to ask for at that moment. Apart from her feeling that she is very beautiful because of the position that the young man did to her. "Oh Daniel, please, I surrender, give me that, shit it's good, so fucking good!" Ara doesn’t know where all the dirty talks she says are coming from but she’s only sure for one thing, she wants to say all that because of the intense and inexplicable passion and ecstasy that she feels. And she could say that all of that was effective because Daniel gave her more powerful penetrations. Each of these attacks on her femininity seeme

“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…”