Eragon Novels & Stories

The Chronicle Prism, now a witness to yet another chapter in the joint empire's cosmic saga, projected holographic images that portrayed Aurelius as the beacon of hope—the great-great-grandson who had emerged from the lineage of Maximus, embracing his destiny as a guardian of cosmic harmony. Aurelius, the enigmatic descendant of Maximus, emerged from a lineage shrouded in mystery. His father, a stoic figure named Octavian, was a revered philosopher within the joint empire. Conversations about him echoed with tales of his insightful discourses on cosmic energies and the intricacies of interdimensional diplomacy.

Migi continued walking, and he gradually saw the familiar volume of the man. "It seems like it happened before, ah, those times when he was also wearing an apron," he whispered. "Seb? " Slowly, the man faced him. So handsome! Migi can't help but be amazed because this man looks like a Greek god. "Have a seat, Migi. I'm almost done cooking," he said softly. Migi still couldn't escape the shock as he stared at that bulk of Sebastian's that he didn't expect him to see. How long has it been since he last saw it? and in a similar situation.

Valerian answered, waving at the unfamiliar old man. I linked my eyes with Father and the frown that was aimed at me made my heart skip a beat. I hadn’t done anything wrong but I couldn’t control my racing heart. Bad things always happened to me whenever Father frowned because of me. “King Iyrick,” Valerian greeted with a slight bow. I followed suit behind him. “Crown Prince Valerian.” Something about the way the king called Valerian’s name gave me the creeps. I raised my head to meet his awkward stare.

Of all the beauty, hers was the most divine. Her purple eyes gleamed with her grey armor as she rose from the ashes, did her purple gaze shine with her tears or her enemy’s blood? They were afraid to call her by her name……. Athena. I am Athena Raven Lark, and this is my Story.

Luca, on the other hand, followed me behind my back. Charlotte seemed to have a rather surprised reaction. “Greetings, Charlotte and… her mother, Ophelia Maine,” I said, slightly bowing towards them. Ophelia was mesmerized to see my appearance. “My, what a fine lad you are. May I inquire what business you have towards us?” She asked, observing me from left to right. I chuckled at her remarks and looked at the blushing Charlotte beside her. It seems like the princess didn’t expect that I’ll be showing my presence to her mom. “Pardon me for interrupting your talk. My name’s Damien Yves Etienne—” “Oh my! I heard of you, and your accomplishments!”

Acasia Sarn's lair was different. Not as comfortable as Bastian's, barren actually. Calista, his bride, welcomed me with a soft melodic voice. She was much older than I was, her hair long and grey, her face wrinkled but the beauty she once held was still evident. It was surreal meeting a claiming bride whom I'd studied in school. The other, Megan, belonging to Tahr. She was middle aged, with graceful beauty and still full of life. The dragons seemed relaxed, friendly, and curious of me until Laryn arrived. I received a sharp jerk to my hand, which brought me closer to Bastian's side within seconds of the devastatingly handsome man's approach. With gentler and more subtle moves, Sarn and Tahr

He got out of the car, with Rozi following behind. Jerome and Crystal walked over, with the former saying, "Sir." Crystal added, "Long time no see, Adrian. You seem to have gained a little weight." Their gazes landed on Rozi as they spoke. Jerome merely shot Rozi a glance, while Crystal continued staring. She was mesmerized by Rozi's beauty. She was even more stunning than in her picture. "Who’s this, Adrian?" Crystal asked. "Guys, this is Rozi,” Adrian introduced, "Rozi, this is Jerome Yahn, also known as War Legate Dominus, and this is Crystal Nave, Novemton's monarch."

And across from Father was Lord Erminius, the right hand of the Sylph Army’s general. Araheen had seen Lord Erminius several times before. His face always looked friendlier than Father’s, even though his eyes and hair were a darker shade of blue. Perched on his shoulder was a black owl—its sharp talons gripping his cloak. Siegfrid had once told her that the creature could transform into a spear at any moment.

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Restore what was lost. You are the future of Aurelian House. You are the future of the dragons. And the ember remembers. I will be with you, always. Seraphine Aurelian