Eragon Eldest Novels & Stories

Igor spranged up. "And that's because you sent them. You should carry the blame and not try to push it on Madden! He only did what he should have" Erik defended. "Fuck it, you'd defend him even with your last effing breath, isn't it? I'm always the outcast, and he's the heir! I bet when you die, he'll become the next Pakhan and take your place instead of me. I am the oldest son!" Igor thundered. Erik slowly stood, holding his shoulder firmly.

"Luna Selene and the alpha have decreed it, and so it shall be." "I’m afraid that won’t be possible." Serena looks at each of them as she speaks. "I saw both pups’ future in a dream—that is why I am here. Inés’s son will also bear the mark, just like Reggan." "What are you saying?" Uriel steps closer to observe her face more carefully. Serena and he have known each other since childhood. They grew up together; they are practically siblings, and he knows that her visions always come true. "Reggan is the firstborn, the trihybrid, the Terraluphel. His presence, just minutes after his birth, is already overwhelming—you said so yourself."

Morrigan can still remember how excited she was and her younger sister, Mary, when her father and mother broke the news of them having another sibling, but little did her family know that months later they would be betrayed and brutally murdered by her uncle and some of the ministers who wanted to usurp the throne. Morrigan’s hands curled into fists as she remembered how powerless she was standing in front of the tomb of her family. How she wanted to avenge them but she was only thirteen years old and had no right to assume power not until she was of the right age. Her hands subconsciously reached the dagger she always had beside her. Her fingertips caressed its encrusted emblems, a raven th

I already know their names and positions along with other general stuff, just the necessary things to not be taken by surprise. I felt like looking deeper into their lives would have been disgraceful and rude. "Hmph, then let me give you some advice" She got closer to me, a little too much to be honest. Her hand grabbed my tie with a fierce grip, forcing me to place my eyes into hers. "Just because lord Herion is the leader of the main branch doesn´t mean you are as important. If you want our respect, then you must earn it" Carin Vea Yatra. First and oldest daughter of the Yatra lineage and 2nd year in the royal academy. She wasn´t by any means, a weak person.

Eric frowned as he silently thought to himself. So the power of Gini is like my mother? That makes sense. His birth was strange, not to mention the power that he has. Eric’s knowledge was also way mature than his age. His thoughts cut off when there was a knock at the door. It opened to reveal the face of one of the Cavaliers. The Cavaliers bowed in greeting, “My Lord and god. The queen of Ekron and her daughter are here. They beg for your humble presence.” The Cavalier announced respectfully with his head bowed low.

” Emma began pacing as she continued relaying the story. “I was the youngest sibling, and without parents, I was more than glad to follow my big brother anywhere. He and I were grateful to King Samael for his willingness to send saviors for us. We pledged our unselfish devotion and loyalty to Etherios, and haven’t looked back since. Luceron and Claris, on the other hand, had thoughts of going back to Parmony and take up rule. Claris, as the second oldest child, would become Queen de jure in Milvan’s refusal to ascend the throne.”

Her mother cupped her cheeks. "Only because father wants me to and no, I don't love him." Erin got to her feet. Erin Grendel's father is the second-in-command to the twenty-two fanged kingdoms, a clan of undefeatable vampires. He thirsts for more power, more dominance, and for this reason, he got her engaged to the vampire lord… The king to the superior and most powerful kingdom in the nation. Why is Mark taking so long? Her inner-woman asked as she grew impatient, hating his tardiness, which she was slowly getting accustomed to.

Humiliated for sure. He had known Kael was formidable, yes. The first time their paths had crossed, a chill had snaked down the Elder’s spine, a faint tremor of unease he couldn’t quite explain. Kael’s presence had been… different. Frighteningly so. But he’d brushed it off, a veteran warrior’s exaggerated caution. He had only foreseen a difficult challenge for his son, a hard time, perhaps a few bruises, a test of his mettle. But ultimately, Topa, his eldest, his strongest, was destined for glory, for the beautiful Elara. The fight, he’d believed with every fiber of his being, would tilt in their favor. After all, they were the Ironfangs.

As a Lycan should. I let my Lycan aura wash over the room, forcing them to their knees. “Erina Saul is my mate and the mother of my sole heir. She will be queen.” “But, Excellence, the packs will revolt!” Elder Cain threw up his hands in exasperation. The others mirrored his upset. The throne room was abuzz with loud conversation.

She held the room with her next words. “I am.” Christian let out a short, disbelieving laugh. Elara joined him. Brielle’s laughter followed, thin and sharp. “You?” Brielle said. “The illegitimate bastard child?” Kaelani didn’t react. “That’s right,” she said. “Illegitimate or not, I’m not telling you anything you don’t already know. I am Garrick’s eldest child.” Her gaze held Brielle’s. “Under Lycan law, that makes me first in line.”