Novel & Cerita Eragon Series Book 5

Pissed at myself for pushing away the one thing in my life that I loved more than my need for retribution against Ricci. *************************** AUTHOR NOTE: Sorry for delays with updates! I promise they will be coming in more consistent. phantom is almost over. Book 2 in the Elite series will be shortly following. If you like the story please rate, comment, and review! Thank you !

“I’m literally the opposite of that.” Lira rolls her eyes so hard I’m surprised they stay in her skull. Her silver curls bounce as she stands, then floats down gracefully from the shelf. “Caelora has me digging through these dusty tomes for Aether lore,” she says, brushing invisible dust off her dark leathers. “Trying to figure out how to activate Maerwynn’s power before it activates itself and, you know—destroys everything.” “Now you’re speaking my language,” I grin. She swats my chest, light but pointed.

“But we’re not done yet.” Erin emerged from behind a pillar, carrying an ancient tome they had found during their brief respite. “The guardian mentioned a ‘final piece.’ I think this might help.” She placed the book on the ground, flipping through its fragile pages. “It talks about a relic, a heartstone that can sever curses at their roots. It’s supposed to exist in the land of Vorellis.” Lena’s gaze darkened. Vorellis was a place spoken of in hushed tones, known for its unforgiving terrain and the ruthless mercenaries who guarded its borders.

He changed the subject. I squinted my eyes but didn’t say anything. He plucked the book out of my hand and adjusted his glasses. It reminded me of Andrew. “Danger clung to him like smoke, yet there was something devastatingly irresistible about the man who hunted monsters for a living,” Alaric read aloud. “Jesus! Vaelora!” He lowered the book and looked at me over his glasses. “Did you write this for a school project or you’ve suddenly picked an interest in fantasy writing?”

Twenty Five: King, Luna, Omega CASSIAN “Oh?” I ask, turning to Lysandra. Her red lips are pressed together, eyes fixed on me but I can’t place the emotion that swirls in them. “I will—” I clear my throat, nodding at Eira. “I will speak with you later. Just go up.” “Oh no, serving is not a problem,” Eira says. Lysandra makes a sound. “I’m an Omega.” I pinch my eyes shut, jaw grinding. Eira’s scent invades my nostrils, soothing the bond but it also calms the anger brewing in my chest.

"It is Draven. He is fine." A pause. "Of course he is," Darius said quietly. The librarian spent the next ten minutes carefully examining the fallen shelf, the scattered books, and the damaged railing. Kael helped stack the books into neat piles. Several of them had fallen open to random pages, and as he collected them, one caught his eye. He picked it up. The title on the open page read: On The Nature of Probability Manipulation in Pre-Civilization Eryndor. Kael read the first paragraph.

The beams retracted back to the pillars as I came to realized that we were the backup option for the defeat of the fog if anything happened to the Golden Queen, it was a pure coincidence that Gwenn ended up being the Golden Queen. “I understand now, take me back.” I whispered and that was how I jerked back to my body to see Orel straining to reach me while Elison was crying. “Shhhh.” I cooed to my son as Orel calmed down a bit. “Themis.” He called but my ears still felt heavy, I was still reeling for the information which was imparted on me. Something had also changed about me because I could see what us falling clearly was. An illusion.

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Neron laughs. I can't help the gruff laugh that rumbles from my chest at his words, "Ellie's spent most of her youth learning to fight. Not to mention she is a dragon." "Touché," he responds with a slight nod. “Neron after Ellie catches Gwen she wants to me return to her horde with her, and I plan to do so. I feel there is much more this world has to offer me rather than staying in this city the rest of my life,” I tell him.