Eragon Shades Novels & Stories

(Previous night- Erica at Samrat mansion) Start of Flashback Third person POV: Erica took quick shower and wore the only blue shirt which was handed to her by Samrat, fiddling with her cyanided filled butterfly ring one last time she convinced herself to execute her plan smoothly “Save me Durga maa” Erica said under her breath as she made her way out of bedroom however the moment she walked out she was astonished to see Samrat whole bedroom which was earlier consumed in darkness was now completely lilted up with ‘Pearl white’ candles which were neatly arranged all around the corners also the instant she took her second foot out she felt something soft under her feet’s “jasmine?” Erica whispe

he said sarcastically, rolling his eyes. “I'm going to kill you!” she growled, trying to claw at his face. “Not today, and I'd be careful on the threats, your best friend will be next if you decide to disobey me again,” he said pushing her away. “We're always watching, now that I know how to summon you, maybe I'll punish you, there for a while,” he said before disappearing. Abey looked down at her Grandfather. The Chief wandered close by. “This is a bad omen, you must leave. You are plagued by Shadows, scat, scat.” he hissed at her.

“I see, you still had an obsidian shadow.” Sure enough, Kleint did have an obsidian-black shadow. It was covering his body, flexing in his outline. The way it stretched was just beyond normal, considering that it even covered up his neck, forming a specialized polo coat with buttons in the middle, and a cape so extreme that it had spikes in it. “You’re being humble, Luis. We all know that all legends possess such a shadow.” Coughing a little, Marjorie—with the help of Granny—tried to sit, exhaling rather heavily. “W-What’s the thing—what’s the thing about these shadows—obsidian whatnot?”

Narrowing his eyes, Micka noticed some shadows twitching before thickening, forming a dark fog that slowly spread to circle the entire area, like an arena, Micka thought, readying himself for what was coming, for he didn’t need any other signs that there was going to be a little battle! Perfect! He thought to himself, although he wanted to put the filthy hybrid back in his place in front of all demons and humiliate him first, and then kill him, he knew it was better if he dealt with him now so he won’t worry about him later when he claims the half Goddess. As Eren emerged from the shadows of the forest, the fire lord only stared at him with bored eyes, it didn’t take him long to know that th

The thought of meeting my sister was keeping my nervous system hanging. “Ma’am, we are almost here.” the driver notified me. I removed the veil I was wearing and made myself look presentable in front of my family. I did little make-up as it was in my family to have women look pretty all the time. Sick rules. I saw the huge metallic gates of the entrance which were heavily guarded by the guards. The old name plate mentioned the names of the retired and late ancestors of the family. The driver applies brakes near the end of the parking road, almost in front of the entrance of the Sinclair mansion.

“Then we make him regret it.” The Shadow King had returned, stepping from the edge of the forest into the clearing beyond the walls. His crown of fractured starlight gleamed, reflecting the faint glow of the moon and the silver pulsing from Selene. But he was not alone. Behind him, the ground warped and quivered, the first ripple of Eryx’s power stirring from below. The god’s influence already slithered through the earth, creeping into the keep, into the bonds between every pack member, whispering, corrupting, promising.

Her smile, laced with blood, looked haunting. A Haunt swept in, scattering the cash and gold bars from the car. Sparks flew, and the flames roared to life with a loud whoosh. I pulled a gold bar from my pocket. "Hear me, infant spirits, it's time for our final showdown!" The winds howled as I watched my mom wail in despair. Her tears were for her wealth, not a shred of worry for me. I spun around and plunged into the swirling darkness without a second thought.

Horses snort and soldiers scramble, donning armor and gripping weapons with white-knuckled determination. Eolan’s shadow coils at his feet, dark and alive, ready to strike. Around him, Rafa raises his staff, eyes narrowing. Aera slides her daggers free with practice ease. Ying checks the edge of her blade, every muscle taut and ready. The enemy crests the ridge, a sea of black armor and cruel banners. Siege engines groan and belch smoke. The Creed’s assault crashes forward like a tidal wave. Steel clangs, and magic crackles in the icy air. Eolan lashes out with his shadow, tendrils whipping through the enemy ranks, swallowing arrows and crushing soldiers. But the power leaves a bitter cold i

The girl carefully takes my hand and shakes it. "S-so... you love a police officer?" "Nice isn't it? How amazing is it for illegal shadows and emergency sirens to mix together?"

Satisfied, Collins carefully made his way to the dresser, where Margaret had dropped her handbag earlier. The leather bag sat in the shadows, slightly open its contents partially visible in the dim light. Collins hesitated, biting his lip as doubt gnawed at him. It felt wrong, invading her privacy like this, but he couldn’t shake the feeling that something dangerous was brewing, something that could cost them everything. He knelt beside the bag, his hands moving slowly as he rifled through its contents, bypassing makeup, receipts, and loose change until his fingers brushed against the smooth surface of Margaret’s phone.