Eragon Novels & Stories

Ersa “To what do I owe this honor?” Orpheus asked, aiming a mocking smile at me as he paused securing the last of his luggage. I glared at him. “You lied to me. You claimed you didn't know him.” Rose had just confirmed the Rogue leader's name was Gaven. The idea was almost comical: the well-known Beta Gaven, a figure of high standing, has the same name with the Phantom Alpha. “I’m a well-known liar, Ersa. The baffling part is that you still chose to believe me when my deception suited your survival.” He dismissed my genuine concern with a shrug.

“Nope. Not a single one.” He sighs dramatically, placing a reassuring hand back on my shoulder, and points them out one by one, giving a quick run-down. “Alright. That miserable-looking one there is Elder Corvin—the one who permanently looks like he swallowed a whole, unripe lemon. Next to him is the perpetually silent Elder Theon. Then that younger-looking one, with the sharp, hawk-like eyes, that’s Darius. The silver-haired woman beside him is Lyra, the brunette with the judging eyes is Selene, and the one with the dark hair and the consistently sharper tongue is Mira.”

"Is that you, Brandur?" It was Erik. The man was even braver than he had given him credit for. To approach an enormous wolf, especially one who you thought might be a magickal creature was on a different level. Brand tipped his snout, then shifted. Erik's eyes shot wide, but he didn't waver. Brand held out a blood-soaked arm. He didn't think any of it was his. The warrior gripped it without hesitation. "Thank you, my friend," Brand said. "You saved my mate and myself today. I will always be in your debt." "You are not saved yet," Erik answered, glancing over Brand's shoulder. "Magnus and the last of his men are on the move."

Mary exclaimed, folding her arms against her chest as her brows furrowed in anger. “Look, I'm not Yuna. My name is Cortana Teragon, a long-lost relative of Yuna Teragon. My friend and I were able to cross into the world using her magic. We're here to see Yuna; we have information we believe might interest her,” Cortana said, stepping forward. The man stared at Cortana for a moment. He suddenly pulled out his sword—a curved and broad talwar with a golden handle. He pointed the sword at Cortana, then yelled.

said Rogue sarcastically as he turned to look over at Sir Alex who was standing at the end of their queue making Sir Alex sputter . ******* " Gahh , get off me . I'm feeling really bad here !" " Oi, don't touch me there - how dare you ! I'm Regulus Kaisen the leader of holy knight 's seventh squadron , how dare you manhandle me like that ?" " Oi , Oi - Don't ! Gahh ! You uncharacteristically rude maid !"

Jeneva tried to look normal but she starts trembling that made Finesia confused. "Who?" she asked. "The Emperor of Corceigea Empire, Leonardo Kartan Crossus."

Strapped on her back was a huge boomerang that was as big as her. She was very odd-looking indeed. Hikaru" Manor, Terrius. This is Galahad formerly known as V4, Kagome a Paladin, and Akari a demon hunter. They are the ones who help us save the villagers in the catacombs. This is Manor who is also known as Version 4.1 and Lord Terrius. They are the ones who help us cure the cursed mothers. " Hikaru introduced each of us to each other as he gestured to each one of us.

my father questioned. “Because we need to save my mother first. Our enemy is a bigger deal than we could’ve ever imagined,” she replied. King Aragon turned to King Brennus, shooting him a look. “Carlton is Eligor.” “As in the dark wizard from Advalur?” my grandfather asked. “The very one,” King Brennus confirmed. “How is that possible?” my father asked.

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?

Couldn’t I have found a better excuse? Erden fakes back a smile, hardly able to hide the fact that he is not at all convinced. Thankfully, Eren appears in the salon and his face lits up on seeing Erden. "Sir, sir!" He cries out excitedly and runs to him. Erden eyes widen on looking at my son who is sneaking in between his legs. “What the hell did you do to him!” He gasps. “It’s her.” I correct with a grin. Eren gives me an accomplice wink before he begins tossing his wig over his shoulder. "I'm Erena." He tells Erden, flipping his false hair.