Eragon Book Novels & Stories

He was borne of the eggs by the dragon of Eragon which existed billion years ago, no one would believe this certainly no one, for no eyes had seen him cast a spell or rebuke one neither have them seen him perform sorcery even in his dark hours but he had his abilities of unimaginable wisdom, great knowledge and speak out tongues of fire. The search for the book had to start from somewhere...Billy thought, the scratch, he should start from the scratch he tried to recollect his seizure the night of his miss how he was blindfolded from behind than two imagery happened to occur to him but then they were the guards from the palace but something seemed unusual, a smell, yeah definitely there had b

The tugging sensation begins again, growing more and more intense as I continue to hold on, as the feeling intensifies I close my eyes and let it take me where it will. Splat! I make the mistake of gasping for breath and the taste of both mud and excrement fill my mouth. Spitting, I stand up noticing in the journey that I have dropped the pendant. Taking a look around, I wonder if this is where the heir has been hidden all this time. Reaching down I pick up the pendant and wipe it off on my cloak. I barely have time to do this before the sensation of tugging once more overwhelms me and the world blurs away. *************************************************************************************

He grunted and I started off. As I was putting the batter onto the waffle iron, I glanced at the window and saw the woman from the bookshop behind three customers. She was surveying the area. Almost looked like she was sniffing too. She’s a very weird woman. I stared at her, puzzled. Was she here for me? Is she that mad that I hit her with the chair? “Hey, Lucas! Three more orders. Here!” I snapped out of it and focused back on my job. I have customers and there’s more lining up.

he said, smiling widely. "Oh," Maya exclaimed softly as she reached for the books, and searching through them, she still could not find anything captivating. "I don't think books are..." She began to say, but stopped when a book with red paperback caught her eye. It had a picture print of an ancient emperor, and a goddess looking at each other. Her heart tugged at the sight of the book. The legend of the emperor and his goddess, the title of the book read. She turned the back of the book reading through the synopsis. Their love was forbidden, but they fought to the very end to have it all. "You were the cause of Killian's dethronement?" Zing asked in surprise on their way back to the pack ho

Surprisingly, I don't find the idea disturbing. Feeling boredom as it sets in quickly, I make my way over to the bookshelf. I start to peruse the titles and am shocked at what I find. I see the House of Night Series, The Twilight Series, Forbidden Knowledge, Harry Potter Trilogy, and various books on Military Protocols all with black covers. The books are all in good condition too. Not interested in any of the military books I reach for the first book in the House of Night Series. As I take the book over to the couch to settle in, the door swings open.

I say as I peer through the boutique’s glass windows. I gently slide open the door and step inside, immediately hit by the thick scent of fabric, perhaps even too strong. My eyes sweep across the space before me. The senator's attire, which I had seen through the glass windows, was impressive, but these perfectly arranged outfits on the racks were breathtaking. Who’s here?" I call out. “Helloooo?" I repeat, this time with more irritation. “Good evening, sir. Welcome to Ere’s Scent." A soft, almost shy voice replies from somewhere in the boutique.

As soon as it landed it lifted again My hips jerked forward on instinct, the softest part of me brushing against that scorching heat between his legs. Friction sparked through me. I felt overwhelmed and my eyes rolled back from the simple drag of him against me. I pushed lightly at his chest, trying to get space, trying to think. But he didn’t budge, didn’t move an inch

Chapter 48 The Werewolf Realm While Erin reunited with Kate, Zaki, and Kira on the other side of the territory, Levi and Micha remained in their shared study—facing the Living Book. It floated above the table, its ancient golden letters swirling across its surface like flowing fire. "Dearest reader… let us begin," the book hummed, its voice echoing softly through the room. Levi and Micha sat down opposite each other, bracing themselves. Every session with the Living Book revealed something darker than the last.

“Listen to this. Congratulations my industrious scribe, or scribes. I see you have found the code to mine books, but have you found their traps. My traps are simple, or difficult, it depends on your mind. My books are numbered simply and are nothing more than my personal journals. Merely the ramblings of an old man. They contain no state secrets or rumours, no stories or answers, simply, as I said, musings. For anything else those were kept in my mind and if you are reading this, then my mind is forever closed to you. Best of luck, my scholar, may your hunt through the paperwork of my simple life, be all that you hope for, but I believe you may be in for disappointment. My life was

Dude was very sadistic once it came to his business. “So, I leave New Orleans to become a better person because of the treaty.” Eric began. “Never in a million years, did I ever think it would be broken by a fucking hybrid Greyson and my fucking daughter. Please, can somebody explain that shit to me?” The room was silent again. When nobody answered his fucking question, Eric snapped his fingers. Both of the men he brought with them came over to us and pointed their guns at us. We already knew that the bullets he carried were no ordinary bullets. They were meant to kill us wolves.