Sloan Eragon Novels & Stories

“What do you mean?” “Orion… is a hybrid.” I begin to pace, putting Ezra’s plan into play in my head. “I did not see how to take him down in the records but knowing what he is can solve fifty percent of our problems. We won’t go in blind.” “Eldora… that is horrible news.” Sloane stands, blood has drained from her face. “If Orion is really stuff of legends, we don’t only stand a chance, our plan won’t come close to working even without Roderick’s curse. I have heard rumors about those hybrid experiments from the past. They were so gruesome that no one survived. You’re saying he did, do you know what that means?”

It was made into a national holiday, however this died out only a hundred years ago when it suddenly became impossible to catch sight of them. Years of being hunted had lead to vampires developing stealth and thievery to survive. Rumours arose of their extinction, but were proven wrong when Shane Ainsley had decided to terrorise the Kaedmen Empire. He stole, killed and conquered. This went on until Darron managed to capture him because of his resistance to shadow magic as a user. And that was just recently, which meant Shane was at it for a hundred years at most. “This is insane” she muttered feeling as though she was reading the beginning of an epic novel and forcing herself to remember tha

It turned out Ethan was Seleria’s reincarnation. The thought of Lucian getting a second chance at happiness—while she drowned in the agony of losing her mate—made her blood boil. He was healing. “It’s ready,” Enis finally said one moonless night, as the vat trembled and the ground beneath them cracked. “He’s waking.” Zoraya’s heart raced. “What do I do?” “Stand back,” the witch warned, stepping closer. “And remember—he will not be the same. He will rise with little memory of who he was… mostly the darker parts. It will make him hungry and powerful.”

Some whispered in awe, others in scorn, but every mouth spoke his name. Edrian. The slave who was not a slave. The wolf who had broken chains. The prophecy reborn beneath the moonlight. The one who might yet tip the court of knives into chaos.

“You thought you were different, didn’t you? Thought you could break free from the empire’s control. But you were always meant to serve it, just like the rest of us.” Ash’s eyes hardened, his jaw set. “I may have served the empire once, but I’m done with it. And you... you’re nothing but a coward hiding behind the empire’s walls.” Eric’s eyes flashed with a cold fury, but he didn’t respond immediately. Instead, he motioned for the soldiers to move in, their weapons gleaming in the dim light. “You always were a fool, Ravenspine. You thought you could change the world. But this is the world you chose. And this is where it ends.”

For the rest of the day I zone out most of what is going on around me as I try to find a way out of this meeting with the King. There is no way that I can bring myself to meet him. I value my life far too much to put it in danger like that. As we finish packing up and preparing to leave the following morning I find myself with little to share as I spend all of my time focusing on trying to find a way out. "Sloan? Have you heard anything that I have said lately? I am used to women being quiet around me but not having them zoning out while I speak." He says finally capturing my attention.

Swoosh! All eyes were on Sloan at that moment. She bit her lip hard and looked at Lord Kenny. Finally, she still slowly said, “I’m willing.” Sloan was indeed pretending to follow Lord Kenny as she did not plan to be loyal to him at all. Sloan initially wanted to seek revenge for the New World Emperor. However, she slowly realized that it was going to be hard to kill Lord Kenny, hence she could only pretend to be loyal to him before finding a chance to kill him in the future.

"Your kind has wrought enough chaos upon these lands." Adrian's jaw clenched, his golden eyes narrowing as he lunged forward, his voice a low growl. "You speak of chaos, yet it is your kind that brings destruction and despair wherever you roam." ____ The moon once again cast its ethereal glow upon the forest, illuminating the secluded glade where Seraphina and Adrian's paths inevitably converged once more. The atmosphere was thick with anticipation, each step they took toward the heart of the glade reverberating with the weight of their shared history and unresolved tensions.

Erin can't understand a word nor does she wish to try. Rowan keeps screaming in pain when Erin watches two souls being separated from his body. It stops moving as if it's dead, so she lets go of his body and quickly wraps Orus's soul. He isn’t ugly nor he's devilishly beautiful. In fact, he doesn’t have a face at all. Just a black soul, struggling to his death to escape Lan’s grasp.

"The air is poison. I need my medicine. I need to go back." Sloane took a step toward her. Elena tried to crawl away. The distance between them grew. A crack of energy split the air. Sloane let out a sound she had never heard from anything living—a guttural, animal noise of pure agony. He collapsed to one knee, clutching his wrist as the golden brand blazed to life. 23:58:59… 23:58:58… The light was blinding. It turned the dark trees into skeletal shadows. Sloane's skin began to fade, turning a ghostly gray. Wisps of smoke rose from his wrist, his essence leaking out of him like sand through a cracked hourglass.