Eragon Eldest Novels & Stories

And yet all I could think was—if they had killed her instead… The thought made my chest clench until my breath burned. --- Before I could voice it, another figure entered. Erynos. My oldest counselor. His robes trailed incense; his staff clicked against stone. His eyes—pale and old as bone—fixed on me with an unease that unsettled even my wolf. “There is more, Majesty,” he said softly. I frowned. “Speak.” “There is a legend,” he began, “older than the border between your kind and theirs.”

You all understand and accept this. He commanded and was pleased to hear their assent. They knew it would save her life; of course, they did not know that Killian was still alive and Eros was determined to possess her. He dragged her forward and stood before the three Elders, his arm around her slender waist, holding her up, ‘We, the Council of Fae Elders, come before you this night to join Prince Eros and Princess Tegan together as mates for all eternity.’ The Elder began, and Tegan stiffened beside him, suddenly aware of what he was about to do,

"My son has not been in this castle for over a month. He is safe. In a place that you can never have access to. A place safe and sacred to my people. A place he will be raised to know who and what he is. You see, Ragar, you will die in a few years. My son will live for centuries. Not only will he live, but he will establish our kingdom once more." Erwan had the satisfaction of seeing Ragar's face seethe with rage as he, along with help, pushed the heavy door shut. Looking down at his wife, he noticed that she still lived. Knowing she must have been in agony from her wound, he held her gently as tears rolled down both of their faces. "At least Tine will grow up and we are together at the end.

—Eric— 10 Years Ago I wake up to screaming and arguing, I don't need to listen in to what it's about. I already know they are arguing about me, it's always about me. My name is Eriza Ar'Sanin the only son of the Ar'Sanin clan, and the strongest warlock born in a century. I'm sure you're wondering what's causing the argument downstairs. Well my father the great Iannis Ar'Sanin is the leader of our clan and me being his eldest and only son, I am supposed to take over from him but you see the thing is I don't want to.

"I know what being your queen will mean… To never step out of Elandorr for my entire life." "Elandorr is huge Morgana, you won’t be stuck within the palace walls." He said, reaching over and caressing my cheek. I looked down. Orrian was nearly 900 years old, I wasn’t even 100 yet… I had barely lived, so how could I promise him that..? And our families… I didn’t see this working. "And what about our families?" I asked quietly. He smiled slightly, knowingly even, as if he understood something I didn’t.

“And well climbed. I am proud.” “Thank you, father,” I held him back, closing my eyes and relaxing, the familiar scent of incense taking me to the safety and security of my childhood. “And who is this?” He asked as he released me, narrowing his eyes at Aien, who visibly swallowed hard. “This is Aien Verstarjen. His father is Derien Verstarjen,” Ecaeris told my father, frowning slightly at Aien as if puzzled by his presence. “Father!” Tarragon, Rue, Carraway, and Valerian joined us as the other knights limped away from the courtyards to have their wounds tended.

"Who do they want me to marry?" She hesitates, and that hesitation tells me everything I need to know. Whoever it is, it's someone she doesn't approve of. Someone she knows I'll hate. "Torian Silverspire," she finally says. The name hits me like a physical blow. Torian Silverspire—eldest son of the Silverspire family, one of the oldest and most influential bloodlines in Eclipsehaven. He's forty-three years old, twice widowed, and known throughout the village for his devotion to Irethiel and his absolute adherence to the old laws.

He's just waiting to claim his prize. ​"Your great-grandfather," Seraphina said, her voice chillingly calm. "Malphas. He used Eris. He drained her, then he killed her. To power his armies." ​Kael looked like he had been struck. He glanced at Arion, then back at Seraphina. "That's... that's a lie. The legends say Eris betrayed him. That she broke the world!" ​"Legends are written by the victors, Prince," Seraphina spat, the bitterness making her voice crack. "And your family always wins, don't they? They always take what they want."

“I’ll tell Noir to investigate immediately and find out what’s going on.” Then, Andrius was about to call Noir. Whirr... Before he could take out his phone, a powerful force suddenly filled the air, surging everywhere. Immediately after, a figure appeared in front of them. Elegant and handsome, he was none other than the Progenitor Emperor, Arthur Ohger. Andrius glanced at him and immediately felt a chill. That person... He had seen him in historical books before. The next second, Registus’ actions confirmed Andrius’ guess. He called out respectfully, “Great-great-grandfather!”

"Okay, Richard Wagner had three children. So what happened to them? Who are Lanisa and Eros Wagner? And how did Carlos end up in the Wagner family tree?" "Eros is the eldest son. He was supposed to inherit ElWagner and lead Europe WGR, but he died before the appointment. Around the same time, Lanisa disappeared without a trace, so Uncle Ares was appointed as ElWagner's heir. Many were suspicious of him then, but no one could refuse his power. After him, Rafael inherited everything." "Are Lanisa and Luisa the same person?"