Eragon Kindle Novels & Stories

Whereas I was riveted to my spot like a scared kitten in front of an enormous beast, fearing for my life. King Maddox wasn’t ready to talk about his breeder-like Erasthai, and his dad was beating a drum to announce my status in public. Why? What was the rush? As expected, he spoke without any reservations. “Shyla Alford is my son’s Erasthai, the God Daragor’s blessing for the Lycan’s throne. That’s why she is your Queen, Amara. It’s your obligation to respect her.” “What?” Lady Amara asked like she hadn’t heard what had been said. Her voice caught in her throat as her words halted mid-sentence.

Ataraxis asked as she pointed her sword at Welkin. The smile on Ataraxis's face disappeared as Welkin suddenly became serious. "I'm just kidding don't be so serious Wizard." Ataraxis said while laughing a bit as she put the sword back at the table. "Mister Welkin what does the world of Echor look like?" Yūgen asked suddenly. Welkin smiled at Yūgen and just ignored Ataraxis. Welkin began to talk about the colorful world of Echor. From the beautiful flowers and delicious food that only in Echor can find and about the kind elves, muggles and dwarves he met in his five hundred years of existence.

"These aren't of use to me—why don't you just give me the Earthen Dragonheart instead?" Eron made an especially awkward face right then. "To tell the truth, Mr. Lawrence… the Earthen Dragonheart is my daughter's dowry!" Frank glowered. "What's that supposed to mean?" Eron simply chuckled. "Why don't you pick anything else from my house? I mean, why obsess over the Earthen Dragonheart when you can take anything you want? Consider it the reward for saving my daughter."

Only one Rogue with a name that starts with the letter E, and he killed him. If the rogue is dead, then who is the E? “What are you thinking?” Kendra asked, seeing her father lost in thought. “Who is E?” Alpha Conor spoke his thoughts out loud, looking from his daughter to his Beta. Kendra looked at her father like he is a retard. The brunette didn’t think the name E merited an explanation. They all should be thinking it. “It is Egon,” Kendra blurted out with a disgusted scoff, like she couldn’t believe that her father still doesn’t want to consider what is in front of him.

The Eleven Sovereigns were no longer queens of the deep; they were Daughters of the Sun, their hair flowing like liquid gold in the amber heat. Eryx stood beside me, his coral-iron armor settling into a beautiful, jagged Lament-Steel-Gold. He was no longer a monster seeking redemption; he was a King who had already won. He pulled me into a kiss that tasted of the beginning, the end, and the One-Hundred-and-Third Morning. "The South is ours, Darlene," Eryx whispered, his crimson eyes filled with a terrifying, absolute peace. "No," I said, looking toward the ceiling of the amber cathedral, which was now opening to reveal a sky of Deep, Pulsing Violet-Gold.

The two moons of aratia shone brightly over the glittering mansion giving it an heavenly appearance, which was ironic as to what took place in the mansion. Captain regron, commander of the 3rd division of the blades of Herega, goddess of storms and chaos bringer walked briskly down the hallway, nodding briefly to the lines of the panic-stricken workers that went by. He shook his head as he mused to himself, poor things he thought to himself as he moved on towards the large door that had become visible, they were only mortal with a touch of magic in their veins, they couldn't handle what they saw on a daily basis at the hands of their king who he knew to be a sick bastard. The doors swung ope

sentence was that I didn't want to lose a piece of chess that I had worked so hard to sharpen. The hand that grasped the cauldron of Riven's shirt let go. The Eron now is not the Eron of the past. Will not only know how to make a vine to rely on anyone anymore. Eron will now walk on his own two feet, using his own strength to protect himself and those he loves. Brawen stepped forward, even with one eye, but enough for anyone who looked directly at it to be engulfed in that blue sea: I hope you can keep your word.

I gave him a serious and sharp look to support what I just said. “Is it truly one of your capabilities as half-Arcturian, Xerra?” he now asked with a low tone of his voice. One corner of my lips turned upward. “So, my name is known even to the Furezos, huh?” “Don’t feed your ego just because you’re half-Arcturian and you can do more than any average Aryan being. To top it off, I think it’s such a waste that you’re being an elite warrior for the King, in which it makes you presenting the wrong side.”

He called it the Eternity Project, and a great wall of maurium was erected to denote the borders of the new capital, the east gate being sealed to prevent a returning to the old capital and its ruins, and all was peace in Altruon. Even so, a war is raging in the north against Obed, an old enemy of Altruon, whose people have fought them throughout their history. Though, in times of battle there is an opportunity for heroism and men of merit to rise in the eyes of the people of the nations they call home. One such man is a celebrated colonel, a man whose own descent is that of Obed. His name is Tyberion Ibori, and he is the father of a beautiful young girl who, in his absence, has become a blo

She heaved a deep sigh as she put the documents down on the table. Morrigan's cold gaze darts towards the Prince Regent who is now crawling out of bed. But like Mathias, he could barely lift himself with how potent the drug Morrigan created just for the two of them. She leaned on the frame of a chair as she watches the Prince Regent crawling towards the door for his dear life. "Why struggle when everything will come to an end now." Morrigan wiped the dagger on her dress and held its hilt tightly as she lifts herself to stand upright. Looking below her, watching the Prince Regent mopping the floor as he helplessly crawls the cold floor. Watching him with bored eyes she stepped on the back of