Eragon Novels & Stories

Tristan walked down the ramp. He did not look like a Prince of the Empire, nor did he look like the ragged exile he had been for months. His black tactical coat snapped in the canyon wind. His dark hair was messy, matted with sweat and soot. Blood stained the collar of his shirt from his earlier fights, and his icy blue eyes burned with a terrifying, absolute clarity. He was the Viper. The architect of the Empire's ruin. At his right shoulder walked Saoirse. The silver-haired Dragon of Aethelgard moved with predatory grace, her hand resting lightly on the hilt of her estoc. The air around her actually rippled, distorting the light with the sheer, barely-contained thermal pressure she radiate

Taylor raises his head and nods in my direction, saying, "Come in, Ms. Dawson." I go inside and it is then Mr. Orlando looks at me. I wish him a good afternoon to which he wishes back with a smile that is very handsome. Mr. Orlando is another famous professor in our college. He teaches maths and many girls are head over heels for him. Though he is very handsome, Mr. Taylor catches more attention than him because he is a strict man, unlike Mr. Orlando who smiles brightly at every student. Many of the girls take it wrong but it is clear to everyone that Mr. Orlando is just being humble and kind to everyone. And because he is engaged, he is a red flag.

Egbert Ray stepped into view, his presence sending a wave of murmurs through the crowd. Egbert was a striking figure, his presence alone commanding attention. His tall, lean frame was clad in an elegant but practical combat uniform—a deep crimson with gold accents, the colours of Xeria. A long, ornate scabbard hung at his side, the hilt of the blade peeking out with intricate engravings. His jet-black hair was slicked back, giving him a refined yet intimidating appearance. His sharp, angular features carried a calm, almost serene expression, but his dark, piercing eyes gleamed with predatory focus.

The King stood wiping slobber of his face. "Damn mutts." He mumbled as Kari and Merida laughed. "Uncle Hubert." Kari said greeting the man with blue hair which looked like the flames of a bunsen burner. "You look just like her you know?" He asked. "Like who?" Kari responded. "Queen Alexandria. I am sure you are her reincarnation." "I didn't see it until you pointed it out." Merida said. "She does, and I can't say Grant doesnt look to far from King Cedric either."

Emperor Magnate smiled and said. "Okay, my name is Tadhg Walter. I am the Alliance leader of the Killing Religion sentient beings from the outside world. The soul-breaking sword master is my friend." Tadhg Walter said with a smile, Magnate Emperor's face changed at this moment. "Well, I said, knowing my name is trouble, right?" Looking at Magnate Emperor's face, Tadhg Walter said with a smile. "That... That, brother Walter, I still have a few things to do, so I'll say goodbye first."

he said, pointing to Tempo who's still standing while both of his hands are on the table, looking like an excited child. "Can't you blame me, Winter?" Erythro said rubbing his back, where Winter smacked him, "Hamlet, Aetos and Walter are not an easy and weak foe. You should know that. Walter is a skillful madman, Aetos is a great swordsman and Hamlet is the best tactician, second only to the former king. So, tell me, isn't better for the prince to take this as serious as possible?" Erythro said, looking so serious to Winter's eyes.

*5 years later* Alex POV Have you ever wanted to be someone else? That was the question that I’ve been asking myself all these years. With the stress of life getting me down I couldn't help but wonder what it would of been like. But now I wouldn’t ever want to change a thing. Charlotte is strong, she’s a warrior in disguise. Never in my lifetime would I have thought that someone so small, so beautiful, would turn my life upside down for the better. She's over come all her fears and became everything the pack needs in a Luna plus more. We’ve made three beautiful children. That are more then a handful and keep me on my toes that's for sure. My daughter Lilly, she’s the strongest out of all th

The Birchman’s language, one Froster understood well. “You are weakened Ergonus” The hornless one spoke. “And our Masters will not appreciate my usage of the Aimsir. I know what you are going to say.” The one called Ergonus replied, taking a seat and removing its helmet. Though he had faced them a thousand times before, he seldom ever considered the sapients under the masks. He seldom ever considered them people. But close to where he was, sat a Birchman Druid who seemed no younger than a human boy of twenty years.

Excitement surged through Ederic. As his mother had instructed, Ederic hurried toward the dining table, only to have Aaron abruptly leave. Ederic's face turned pale in an instant. However, his mother comforted him with a warm smile and gentle pats. After breakfast, Ederic ventured outside, where the driver awaited the two princes of Alit. Aaron Alit strolled out of the house with an air of grace, resembling a man from Greek mythology, renowned for its divine gods. Ederic was already enamored by Aaron's graceful presence. How could a person be so captivating and flawless in every aspect?

It was very visible that that wasn't a topic he was willing to have, not now or ever, but Elle, being a little on the dumb side, didn't read the signs. “Oh I know. Her father is the lead rogue that caused the massacre so many years ago, right?” Just then, Damien sensed Ariel's presence in the room, and immediately their eyes clashed. Ariel wished with all fibre in her body that she could turn back the hands of time, to stop herself from entering the room. She sensed the anger in him, and knew for sure that she was in for a very rough night.