Eragon Novels & Stories

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.

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.

He just closed his eyes as if it was acceptable that his fate would be. "Mama, sorry..." He cried before waiting for the monsters to attack. A few minutes later, Migi felt nothing. "Is that it? I died without feeling any pain? "he said while not opening his eyes. Later on, he smelled something fishy, and he also heard a scream that seemed to hurt. He opened his eyes and the scattered corpses of the three men were exposed to him. He stiffened in his seat when he saw the familiar man in front of him holding a sword. "Sebastian?"

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."

Nevertheless, we trailed to the twin doors of the second chambers but were stopped by guards. "Pardon me Lady Green, only community leaders are allowed in these chambers," Maxwell briskly interrupted behind me with a nervous chuckle. I turned to Martha who simply smiled at me. "I'll advise you all to stay focused on your designated jobs. My friend here has a dramatic flair for killing lustful men," I announced with a tiny sinister smile as two guards gradually pushed the twin doors open. My sinister smile deepened as I stepped into the large room. Silence descended immediately as each of the community leaders' focus drifted from their conversation to my presence. There they were seated aroun

It made my hair stand on end and my skin itch as it wrapped itself around me. "Ah, Erik, I've been expecting you. I'm sure you could use some rest after that horrible fall." He said his voice was whimsical and held such happiness as he spoke. He knew so much, but it didn't surprise anyone. His voice caught me off guard as I expected him to sound as dark and evil as his energy. "Of course, but first," Erik said before turning to the others. "These are some of my pack members, you have already met Drake, but this is Lucas, my top warrior. Tom and his mate Greta are my mate's guardians, and this here is my mate Athena. The one who seeks your help." Malcolm bowed his head in respect.