Eragon Novels & Stories

he respond in a serious tone gone the desperation in his eyes and the hopeful tone of his voice. I tilt my head when I not what he said. He was Zacharias Eron... Was? What does it mean? Dad didn't gave me detailed information about this man. The only thing I knew is, he is Zacharias Eron. He follow Cesar Ildefonso and he is originally came from Averrius which is opposite to what my father told me. He didn't mentioned Averrius, he said Cesar save Zacharias. That's all.

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.

Slowly, I turned my head and came face-to-face with a who could only be described as a god in human form. Oh my God! My subconscious screeched in disbelief. God sent an angel indeed. I mean only angels can be this good looking, right? He had dark silver eyes and jet black hair which made him look divine, complementing his god-like look. Strands of his hair fell on his face. His sharp jaw seemed as if it was carved by God himself. And the silver lip ring attached to his pale pink lips was my last undoing. With eyes glued to his lips, the only thoughts that claimed my mind were;

Unshed tears brimmed my eyes. “Go on. Reject him,” the voice of the beast cut through. My throat tightened as I adjusted my voice to speak. “I, Eira Rowan, rej…” “Rejection not accepted,” Vogar interrupted. “I’m the male and the one in charge. I chose what happens between us.” Shaking my head profusely, “Please accept my rejection. My father’s life is in danger.” My tears finally began to gush down my cheeks. “Nothing will happen to your father, Eira. My brother is a bulldog without teeth. See you around soon, and don’t forget you owe me.” Vogar winked at me and left. A sudden smile dwelled on my face as I watched him leave.

Kylynn comments. “I am going to kick you wifes ass Zach.” Doug states. They walk over and join us. They start helping us try and organize this mess of shit. No one has said anything for a while, which is weird. Usually, you can’t shut up these boys or the women. “Hey I found a picture of Regina. It says her last name is Cordavalle.” Brent says. I take a picture of him. It is Regina, but the last name doesn’t sound right. I look at Greg, Lyle, and Randall. I can tell they are thinking the same thing.

I don't think it's going to be difficult, considering that Arthur also always wakes up at 1 pm so there won't be a lot of orders. But why do I feel like he's going to ask me something weird? Crap, he better don’t do that. “Arthur, you can’t do it to a patient” I smile at him, try to convince him that I will be a bad errand type. “It’s okay, only me who knows it. Plus, I can keep a secret” he winks. “Asshole, go away!” I answer immediately. His laughter filled the room, he must be happy that he successfully teases me. What a jerk. Arthur opened the plastic bag and took out one orange from there, he slowly peeled the skin and cleaned it before handing one to me.

I reply the second I find my voice again. His smile spreads across his cheeks until it touches the corners of his green-colored eyes. “It’s delightful to meet you, Mia.” He touches his chest and says, “I’m Leonidas, and this is my omorfi (beautiful) wife, Regan.” He continues as he helps his beautiful wife, dressed in an elegant and vibrant purple dress, to her feet.

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.

As I chewed, trying to determine if the sparkly flecks within the pastry were from a fruit or flower, I watched my friends and family enjoy the evening. All four of the warriors were in attendance, along with Aidan, his sisters, and my own family. Even Antonio Russo managed to survive, or rather Antonio Thatcher, as he was actually called. Initially, Erebus had pouted over missing the action, but it was hard to keep up the disgruntled ruse when we’d won the battle without any casualties.