Eragon Eldest Novels & Stories

Over time, Morrigan noticed that he started clapping for her when she won during their tournaments. Morrigan found a friend in Kaya, the warrior she had beaten on the first day of training, born out of their desire to improve. Kaya is the eldest daughter of one of the previous Bests, being a term for the best warrior in the pack. Her father had been able to hold that title for five years–a few years longer than anyone else ever has. Kaya doesn’t disappoint, working day in and day out with Morrigan to improve.

"Yes. Let's drink to that." We toast, taking mouthfuls of our wine. We settle our glasses down, but King Orion refills his glass soon after. "Now I must warn you about my daughters. The first, Elodie, not only inherited her mother's colouring, but her temperament as well--she's stubborn and strong-willed, but also sharp as a dagger. Imatra, my middle child, is a bit removed from the kingdom's affairs. She wants to leave and start a new life here on earth. And my last..." His eyes soften. "Elenora is closest to my heart. She's lovely and delightful, but... there's a reason she's closest to my heart." Something dark passes behind his gaze, but it's gone too soon.

Was this why he acted so inconsistently? Aeron a Grimward? No way. That just could not be. Aeron is the son of Eldric, born and raised within these walls, his claim validated through blood rites and council records. Oh, no one—not even in my most vengeful or pleasant dreams—could deny this truth. The idea seems most absurd–a drunken ramble. Yet something about the way the words fell from his lips, clear enough to pierce the morning quiet, sends a shiver down my spine.

"Where you called a wretched place. It's time you knew the truth, Ethan. You are not my first child. My first three children died when you were just two years old, and Aiden was just three years old, which means that Aiden is older than you. The Lycan King throne you are threatening him with rightfully belongs to him," Marrock said. "What?" Aiden and Ethan exclaimed in unison, staring at themselves.

“The great dragon heiress chasing an angel like a lovesick fool. House Drakon must be bursting with pride.” “If Lord Evander knew his granddaughter was begging for a man after dying as the Dragon General, his ashes would spit fire.” They did not bother lowering their voices. To them, I was not the true heir of House Drakon. I was a joke who used an old battlefield debt to cling to House Seraphiel. Adrian stood in the middle of them with his golden wings half-open, bright enough to fool anyone who had never seen the rot behind the light.

“You always were good at forgetting the lives you ruined.” His hand moved to his cloak, pulling it back. And suddenly—his face was clear. Evelyn’s stomach dropped. “You—” “My name is Eron,” he said quietly. “Beta-scion of House Trevan.” She gasped. “Your brother—” “Was Jace Trevan,” Eron finished, voice hardening. “One of the most loyal warriors this pack ever had. He was kind. Strong. Honest.” Her lips trembled. “That was years ago—”

he demanded. The corridor went silent again. Even the Council guards seemed tense now. Because the question mattered. And everyone here knew it. Varis looked at Lucien carefully. Then toward the silver light beneath the floor. Then finally— he answered. “She is the last living descendant of the House of Elyrion.” The words crashed into the corridor like a weapon. Lucien stilled instantly. Ronan remained silent. Because unlike Lucien— he had already suspected. “The Council erased them centuries ago,” Varis continued quietly.

The pride on his red face was carved on my soul when he announced it in the Kingdom. “God Dragor has chosen my son to serve you. From now on, Lycan King Maddox Miller will rule over the supernatural world.” This was the place where that competition was held, seeing its present condition flooded me with memories of the past. My dad’s feelings were also the same as mine, he walked towards a pillar and spoke, “This is my victory’s souvenir at my nineteenth birthday, Maddox. I was lucky to find my Erasthai after the short wait of eight decades. That was the best time of my life!”

Elias’s shoulders tensed as the first of the High Elders entered—their presence shadowing the room with years of judgment and control. Alric, the Elder with the silver beard and narrowed eyes, halted at the sight of Serena wearing the crown. His voice sliced through the chamber. “You let her near the Vault?” “She wasn’t let in,” Elias replied, stepping protectively in front of Serena. “She was chosen. The magic opened to her.” Another Elder stepped forward, his gaze flicking between Elias and Serena. “That crown was meant for a royal heir. Not a runaway mate.” Serena’s voice rang out, clear and firm. “I am no runaway. I am the daughter of Lyra, First Circle of the Moon Flame, and the blood t

"It’s time to find out if the 'Queen' can survive the Man who first Taught the World how to Betray its own Mate." I looked at Eryx, but he wasn't looking at me. He was looking at Valerius with a look of Absolute, Terrifying Recognition. "Father?" Eryx whispered, his prehistoric iron turning into a series of Sacred, Unbreakable Chains that connected him directly to Valerius’s throne. My breath hitched. The First Alpha wasn't my father. He was Eryx’s.