Sloan Eragon Novels & Stories

Liora descended carefully, the rocks warm beneath her hands. Halfway down, she felt another presence. A man stepped from the shadows — tall, robed in gray, his eyes the color of dying stars. “I’ve been waiting,” he said. “Who are you?” “My name was Eron once,” he answered quietly. “The first to guard the flame before it had a name.” Liora froze. “Before Lyra?” He nodded. “She was the first light. I was her shadow. Balance demands both.” He gestured toward the canyon below. “But your kind forgot. You healed and purified until only light remained — and light, without shadow, devours itself.”

She approached the source of the noise cautiously, ready to defend herself if necessary. As she entered her room, her sword at the ready, she swung it with precision at the shadowy figure that had intruded. However, her attack was met with an unexpected response, a pair of green eyes shining in the dimly lit room. Kaerlia hesitated, recognizing those eyes. "E-Eron?" she stammered, her confusion evident. "Careful with that." Eron, still concealed with his wings, managed to retrieve a shirt from his pocket and draped it over himself, regaining a more human appearance before his wings disappeared.

He felt weakness with pang of hunger. As his eyes fixed, he saw the cells lining the corridor, each one packed with gaunt figures huddled in the wavering shadows. The stench of sweat, mould, and despair hung heavy in the air. Eryndor's eyes clouded with sorrow as he swept the cells, his jaw clenched in anguish and despair.

The lights of the settlement—the torches, the scavenged lamps, even the glowing embers of the fires—all turned a sharp, predatory gold. Leo and Meilin ran toward the cabin, their hearts pounding in unison. They burst through the door to find Sarah unconscious on the floor and Elian standing in the center of the room. The boy was levitating inches off the ground, his body surrounded by a halo of golden data-streams. The wreckage of the silver ships outside began to vibrate, the metal groaning as it responded to his presence. Elian turned to look at his parents. A small, cruel smile touched his lips—a smile Leo had seen a thousand times in the mirror during his days at the Thorne Foundation.

Emperor Fictov from Drain Clan spoke, "So mysterious-ya. Why did your heart stop beating-ya? It's like you are already dead but comes back to life-ya." Zelia tilted her head as her face is full of confusion, "Ya?" Emperor Zerges from Slay Clan answered,"Don't mind him, he's always like that when he talks. He always add 'ya' at the last sentences." Zelia nodded her head, "So? Why's the Emperor still here? I thought you have a meeting? Besides the servants are already back to the palace, 'ya know. Anyways, where is Ysa..."She was roaming her eyes when she found Ysa... talking happy with the Physician named Ash.

"You’re the 'Architect of the Radiator.' You’re the one who sold our souls to the Crystalline Gods so we wouldn't have to shiver." "I saved the planet," Kael countered, his pride stung. "You saved the rock," she spat. "You murdered the people. Look at them up there! They aren't living; they’re just Secondary Heat-Exchangers. My name is Sloane, and this is the Order of the Broken Cog." The Philosophy of the In-efficient

I reached for it, and words appeared on the page as soon as my fingers touched the leather cover. Elena Nightshade is to be trusted, my darling. She’s powerful, skilled, and loyal. She’ll teach you things I never could. Learn from her. Let her help you become strong. But remember: Lunar Falls is still your ultimate destination. Elder Vera has knowledge about the Silvermoon bloodline that even Elena doesn’t possess. When you’re ready, when you’re strong enough, you must continue your journey. For now, rest. Heal. Train. Become the warrior you were always meant to be.

sentence was that I didn't want to lose a piece of chess that I had worked so hard to sharpen. The hand that grasped the cauldron of Riven's shirt let go. The Eron now is not the Eron of the past. Will not only know how to make a vine to rely on anyone anymore. Eron will now walk on his own two feet, using his own strength to protect himself and those he loves. Brawen stepped forward, even with one eye, but enough for anyone who looked directly at it to be engulfed in that blue sea: I hope you can keep your word.

“Hahaha! See that, Dad? We have a true master of martial arts in Eastern Ocean!” Evan laughed out loud as he said, “Collins is dead for sure!” Eugene was shocked by this, but he quickly laughed savagely. “Hahaha! Let’s see how that little bastard gets himself out of this!” Saul looked at Sloane standing in the air and quickly told Chase who that man was, “Chase, that man is called Sloane Lowe. He’s one of Eastern Ocean’s Eight Heavenly Masters. He’s a true master of martial arts!

said Eriwan with his challenging body gesture. “You’re indeed incredibly-intelligent, same like your daddy… Just wait and see… I have to admit your intelligence, but you can’t underestimate me either, Kids… I don’t wanna know whoever you are… I don’t care which one is Erito and which one is Eriwan; I want you to see my real capabilities in grabbing those Crudus’ violins later on.” “Think twice before you do something, Mr. Hansen Huang…” said Erito briefly. He put both of his hands into the pockets of his pants.