If You Liked Eragon... Novels & Stories

I cautioned her playfully. I began to browse through our movie options, my mind racing over my favorites. My taste spanned different genres, years, and styles, from revered classics to hidden indie gems. After a bit of contemplation, I made my decision. "Alright, Have you ever seen 'Léon: The Professional'? It's a bit of a cult classic” Rima looked intrigued "No, I haven't seen it. What's it about?"

Right at my waist. Lucian. That was his name. He looked even more surreal than Draco. His purple eyes, blue long hair, made it very difficult for me to believe he was real. His scaled lower body resembled Draco's. It looked like some armour. But his was pitch black and it was shining against his pale white skin. I gulped. These Dragons are surely going to leave me with an unrealistic romantic expectation. I was so grateful, these thoughts were all in my head. " You should take her with you. In your inner harem. "

"Do you like this kind of stuff?" Startled, Eranthe snatched her phone back, blushing. "Uh, well, you know, art imitates life. There must be a reason why these books are popular." Colin sat down, and Eranthe suddenly looked at him with anticipation. "What? Are you planning for a one-night stand with me and then fleeing abroad? To give birth to a hacker son?" Eranthe clicked her tongue. "Are you teasing me?"

Sorin still looked confused. "Oh for god's sake he is rapunzel's boyfriend you stupid idiot" Eira say as she looks at him bewildered. "Wait how does Rapunzel come in this?" Sorin says getting more confused. "Jeez you uneducated pig haven't you seen Tangled??" Eira asks not stopping with her insults. Sorin shook his head indicating that he hadnt seen it. "That's it you stupid, dumb fool. You uneducated imbecile, stay away from me. How come you haven't seen Tangled? How the hell does one live without watching Tangled? It's a freaking crime so you better stay away from me" Eira say indignantly.

Why do I feel like we can't ignore that? "Do you know Agamemnon?" I asked him. I knew there was a good chance he didn't know him because even Elijah didn't know Agamemnon. All they know is that it's called the Dark Lord. Erigor shook his head. "I don't know him, but I see him in my dreams." He answered me and his eyes could see the truth.

Leon chuckled at that. "Laugh again?" asked Claire in disbelief at what she saw. "Claire, you know Eris is one of the most annoying goddesses and is hated by almost all gods?" asked Leon. "Then?" asked Claire nonchalantly. "You said earlier, if it was only natural that Adonis and Ares love Aphrodite. The character I wore that made me fall in love with you. That's what you want to say right? But now I prove you wrong, Claire. Perseus doesn't like Eris. But Leon really liked Claire. All I see now is you,"said Leon.

“Oh, I love you so deeply, so truly, and so madly, Erito… Oh, Erito… You’re really a god being sent down from heaven up there to love and to adore me… You’re not a human, Erito…” sighed Eriwan limitlessly and endlessly.

"Erin wouldn't like it." "So you're only avoiding war because Queen Erin wouldn't like it?" Theo asked. "Yes," I replied without hesitation. "I've caused her enough pa—" I stopped myself and walked away. Theo called after me, "About the touching… what did you mean?" "Training, dumbo." Theo blinked. "Oh! When you said you do that a lot, I was surprised." I narrowed my eyes. "Why? Are you saying Erin wouldn't like me?" "Yes," he answered honestly. "I think Queen Erin likes leaders. You know—heads of races, kings, strong figures. Someone like Alpha Levi."

Its name is 'What if A prodigy got reincarnated as a prince'. Please add this to your library and vote if you like it.//

~Reika~ Eragon was my saviour. I liked the way he carried himself and how he was the true image of confidence. He'd been so kind to me that I couldn't help but seek his presence all the time. I enjoyed the stories of his journeys that he told me and found myself agreeing to whatever he said even if it didn't make sense. He was so wise and intelligent and the way he spoke volumes of that. He loved to read books, something I deeply admired about him, and had the weird habit of running his hands through his long hair every minute. He has been nothing but polite and gentle with me which made me sometimes wonder if he was truly a rogue. The thought never came to me at first but after spending mor