Novel Eragon Novels & Stories

Oh God… Erito… Erito… Where are you? Where are you? I want to meet you right now… I want to hold you, to say how much and how deep I love you, even more than I love and adore myself… Regaining back our lost past memories, I feel as though we’d been separated for more than five years. Oh, I hate this destiny as it’s been cruel and evil to us… Eriwan began to feel that his eyes were darker and darker. His background world was blacker and blacker. Eriwan eventually lost his total consciousness. He sank deeper and deeper into the swimming pool, under the contortion of his mind, consciousness and recovering memories.

“Who I am. Who you are. What we were always meant to be.” He paced the room like a caged beast. His generals would question him. The Council would try to stop him. He hadn’t left the palace in nearly a decade, not since the last false lead nearly drove him into madness. But none of it mattered now. The only thing that mattered was the woman with fire in her eyes and grief in her smile. “Prepare my horse,” he ordered Castor. “We ride at dawn.” His Beta’s face paled. “Where?” “I don’t know yet,” Darian admitted. “But she’s close. I can feel it.”

> Then you already know what comes next. --- The Stranger by the Fire When Liora was twelve, a traveler came to the village. He was old, dressed in worn robes, eyes sharp with knowledge. He called himself Eron of the Flame. He stayed for several days, teaching the children old songs of the Flow, songs no one had sung for centuries. But one night, he sat by the fire with Liora’s mother and said, “Your daughter carries something ancient. Something the world is not ready to lose again.”

She tried to suppress the moan building in her throat, but the fire he ignited within her was impossible to douse. The night stretched on, heavy with tension and heat, a battle of wills and desires neither of them could resist. For Evanora, this was the beginning of something she wasn't sure she could survive-and for Eros, it was a declaration of war, a promise to never let her go. ---

Eros Draeger My name is Eros, Eros Chaz Draeger, and I am an incubus. I take the life force from humans during the act of sex, and my master, the devil, takes a portion of it from me during sleep from the rune tattoo I have on my back. It can take the complete life force from any mortal who lays eyes upon it so I have to be cautious or leave a string of dead humans in my wake.

With trembling hands, Seraphina unrolled the first scroll, her eyes widening as she beheld the handwritten accounts of the Werewolf Heir and the Vampire Heart, their words resonating with a passion and intensity that transcended time itself. "Their love was a beacon of hope in a world consumed by darkness," Adrian murmured, his voice tinged with emotion as he read aloud the heartfelt confessions and poignant reflections penned by their legendary ancestors. "Despite the insurmountable odds stacked against them, they chose to embrace their shared destiny, challenging the prejudices and expectations that sought to keep them apart."

And when a child was born from one of these women nobody was surprised, except maybe a bit frightened. That the child would mean a change for the Kaedmen Empire. Under normal circumstances the child would be killed, but he had royal blood and so it wasn’t so easy. Nobody foresaw that he would become the Emperor. And such an admirable one at that. Kind hearted, but strong and resilient. They had been sceptic at first, but seeing his achievements exceeded any emperor except the first Emperor Constantine, they were hopeful. Ready to see the end of the previous emperor. Darron was dragged in, legs limping behind him as he roughly stumbled to catch up with the merciless soldiers. His arms held in

He needed to feel secure right now: “What you're about to say may be hard for me to believe. But I still want to talk to you.” “This is a novel.” Erwin blinked, he did not dare to look Frederick in the face and continued: "You and I are both side characters. No, that can't be said. I'm not a side character. I'm just an outsider." Suddenly, Erwin felt Frederick's arms tighten around his waist. At this moment, Erwin realized that he was trembling with anxiety. “I stumbled across this series a few years ago when I was an internationally recognized designer. In my free time, I read this boylove story, because there is a character with the same last name as me. Erwin Wilson!”

I almost lost myself completely and killed everyone in this room. Eron walked toward the central platform where the Voidglass sat on its pedestals. His movements were careful, reverent almost, like he was approaching something sacred. Which I guess he was. This was the last piece of his people's legacy, the only thing they had left behind. "We need to move quickly," he said without turning around. "Aldrich will regroup. He'll come back with more soldiers." I made myself walk forward, one step at a time. My legs felt like they belonged to someone else. The silver light under my skin had faded to almost nothing, but I could still feel the hunger there, waiting, watching. It had tasted freedom