Eragon Novels & Stories

Hugo “Yes, sir,” Eros said, his voice firm and resolute. His determination to see justice served was clear. “It’s absolutely horrifying, one of the most disturbing sights I’ve come across in a while. They had a unique complexion. The attack seemed deeply personal.” He paused, glancing at Frederick. “I knew if Frederick had found this, he’d have remained completely unfazed. In his current state of mind, he would welcome any conflict or battle with open arms. It’s where he truly comes alive when he’s filled with anger.” He looked back at me, his expression tense. “Could it be that mysterious individual?”

I said. “But it's your name” “My name is Aella” I shot back. “Well Zorya, I am Aragon, your guide dragon” it replied, ignoring my complaints on the name. “Nicely done, where's Antares and Andrew? They can come out now. I'm not falling for this bullshit.” “It's not a joke Zorya, this is serious.” “Yeah, right” I chuckled, moving ahead to check for where they could be hidden, but all that greeted me was the deserted nature of this space I was sucked into. It looked like an abandoned forest, tired of searching, I returned to meet it, still curled up, eyes closed.

The instructor was even more infuriated. “Miss me with that bullsh*t! I, Erik Tating, am the ninth-generation heir to the esteemed Guild of Atlasea! How could I possibly be no match for the likes of you? You plagiarize, yet you refuse to play by the code. Do you think you can escape reproach, hmm? Think again!” Erik the instructor pounced, closing the distance between himself and Zayn while letting out some battle grunts. For a moment there, he did seem to appear taller, as though he alone was shouldering the sky, which was actually impressive to a certain degree.

Tarragon asked Ecaeris. “Aien Verstarjen. His father is Derien Verstarjen, the warlock who owns the castle that straddles the mountain path you wish to take on your crusade to find the source of these monsters. He is somewhat notorious for his ill-temper and his garden of statues.” “Statues,” Tarragon lifted an eyebrow. “They were once servants of the castle, disgruntled villagers, or the occasional knight come to challenge him,” Ecaeris clarified.

But why was his annoyance similar to how he treated Chancellor Percy? Wait, hold on... Minerva stiffened and looked at her father. Seriously? For real? Chancellor Percy was the most trusted aide of her Uncle Khalil, the Emperor of the Toen Empire. He was known as the strongest Great Swordmaster. His daughter, Brigitte Montmorency, even followed in his footsteps as the valiant swordmaster of Toen. Chancellor Percy had been with Uncle Khalil since he was a prince, and he was still with him now that he was Emperor of the Toen Empire. He was respected by many, despite being a slave commoner.

I said. "My name is Kyros and I am your protector. Well, I was your protector when you were born, but I was murdered when you were two but there was something in your mind which seemed unable to forget me," he sighed but I didn't remember anyone called Kyros when I was child. He didn't even have a face. I guess that didn't really help, perhaps if he had a face, I would be able to remember who the hell he was but he was faceless and his voice didn't ring any bells either.

Hippophorbas went wide-eyed and tried to scramble back. I swung the ax to block him, leaving him only the option to go down a dead-end path. I held back a smile at the irony and predictability. For being from the patron city of the Goddess Athena, goddess of war and knowledge, this twerp isn't very smart or combat-ready. I followed him into the darkened path, ax-grinding along the ground for dramatic effect. I found him quivering in fear against the stone wall. "P...please…please don't kill me…" he stammered. I grunted and swung the ax removing his head. "That's a no." I muttered, heaving his corpse over one shoulder. Lifting my ax in one hand, I grabbed his head with the other and returned

Dawn took the brunette’s hand, offering her silent support as Lillian proceeded to explain. “Your mother wasn’t just my closest friend, she was actually my cousin” the forty three year old took a breath to compose herself as this story wasn’t going to be an easy one to tell but she had to tell it, Lena had the right to know “Her real name was Cassandra Endora. She and I were extremely close as kids until her parents, your grandparents fell to the temptations of dark magic. Cassie did her best to stay out of it but given that she was only twelve, she didn’t have enough strength to fight it. Not when both her mother and father were pushing those ways onto her”.

The silver wasn’t just physical; it was laced into the spell itself, tainting her core. Then the door creaked open, and heavy footsteps echoed across the floor. Serena raised her head slowly, her eyes narrowing at the tall figure entering the chamber. Maeron. The very name sent a shiver down her spine. He was impossibly handsome, in a way that was otherworldly and terrifying. Long dark hair fell over his shoulders, his features sharp and regal—too perfect to be mortal. His eyes, a swirling mix of black and sea-green, held an unnatural gleam, as if the ocean itself whispered secrets within them. His long robe shimmered with a magic she didn’t recognize, embroidered with sigils and runes from

He took a chair from the corner of the room and placed it in front of me, before sitting down. "You're finally awake," he said. "Who are you?" I asked. "Why did you bring me here?" "We heard of a Luna that was pregnant and stories of your complications," he said. "I'm Damien." "I don't know what you're talking about." My voice shook slightly. "The pack you're with doesn't know what you have inside of you," Damien said. "Have you ever wondered about your true origins?" "What are you talking about?" A sick feeling entered my gut.