Eragon Graphic Novel Novels & Stories

"Even our brothers sell us off for cheap change, and the battle our fathers from century fought and conquered, are the what in an ensemble we turn a blind eyes to, yet we suffer with gritting teeth." The hope for a utopia, was immersed in despair. The leadership was as it has always been in a typical dilapidated era, ruled by only power hungry lords. Ekryons, are the names of the emperors who ruled the four continents -Empire- that survived the last war: the servants of the god Ekron.

He steps back and transforms into his human form, his eyes looking especially haunting the bright moonlight, the blood running down his chin glistening. “He isn’t dead yet,” he says hoarsely. “You can take him now and shove him back in his crypt and hope for his regeneration. But you have to give me the girl.” Eric’s laughter booms through the woods, less manic and more beautiful than I would have imagined. It sounds like a gentle song floating in the breeze. “Eagon will survive like that for an eternity. Simply tearing us apart and leaving us bleeding out the blood we have consumed won’t kill us. Surely you are smart enough to know that.”

he says confidently. “Did I do this to you? Give you all this false confidence?” I ask, frowning again. Maybe I need to back off all the little dragon secrets I’ve been giving him. “Nah. We’re like brothers,” he says. “Yeah, apparently I have one already.” “So, you’re finally acknowledging it?” he asks, watching me. “Did you see his mark on Eliane?” I ask him. “No.” “It looks remarkably like the one on Merethyl except smaller and in Iniko’s image.”

🌑 Chains of Eternity They camped in the crook of a narrow alcove, the air heavy with the scent of damp stone and old blood. The labyrinth allowed no real rest, but exhaustion gave them no choice. Brann collapsed onto his cloak with a grunt, Seris sat with her bow across her lap like a drawn blade, and Liora’s light dimmed to a faint glow as she slumped beside Kael. Eryndor lingered at the edge of the firelight. His posture was loose, his expression unreadable, but Kael noticed the way his eyes followed the shadows, tracking them like a predator. It unsettled him more than the silence of the maze.

Thunder howled in the skies above. And Seraphina collapsed — unconscious again — into Darian’s arms. But her scent had changed. The roses were darker. The peonies bled fire. And her mark — just barely glowing — had appeared over her heart. A crescent moon surrounded by a crown of white thorns. The mark of the White Queen. Darian looked up as the guards burst into the hallway, drawn by the storm, panic clear on their faces. Kaelion limped back into view, blood on his temple, rage in his eyes.

She couldn’t help but look at Evanora for answers. Evanora was also confused, looking at those surroundings, as it was the same place where she landed with Egon a day earlier. But how these two people were related? Egon was a human, a king, while this girl was a snake hybrid. They had never met previously, then how were those two related?

Noah asked, but the dark glare Ergon gave him was enough for him to know something was definitely wrong. "What is it?" Noah asked, and Ergon burst into hysteric laughter. "What is it?" He repeated Noah's question. "Tell me the damn truth Noah, have you seen Valeria?" Ergon asked, but Noah fell silent. "Fucking say something!" Ergon growled, he dipped his hands into his pocket and he took out a white sheet of paper. He bent down his head and sniffed the contents of the nylon into his nostrils. He was actually taking drugs.

The Eleven Sovereigns were no longer pillars or avatras; they were Free, their laughter sounding like the first morning of the world. Eryx stood beside me, his Lament-Steel armor settling into a beautiful, jagged violet-black that pulsed with the steady beat of a wolf who had finally found his home. He pulled me into a kiss that tasted of ancient pine, iron, and the Weight of One-Hundred Victories. "We’ve hit the century, Darlene," Eryx whispered, his crimson eyes filled with a terrifying, absolute love. "No," I said, looking toward the horizon, where the folded sky was opening into a massive, spiraling Nexus of Five-Hundred Gates.

I almost lost myself completely and killed everyone in this room. Eron walked toward the central platform where the Voidglass sat on its pedestals. His movements were careful, reverent almost, like he was approaching something sacred. Which I guess he was. This was the last piece of his people's legacy, the only thing they had left behind. "We need to move quickly," he said without turning around. "Aldrich will regroup. He'll come back with more soldiers." I made myself walk forward, one step at a time. My legs felt like they belonged to someone else. The silver light under my skin had faded to almost nothing, but I could still feel the hunger there, waiting, watching. It had tasted freedom

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."