Sloan Eragon Novels & Stories

"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!

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

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.

Eric sneered and asked, "Where are you from?" Cordelia obediently answered, "Auqania, the Crimson Flame Cult headquarters." Eric pressed further. "The brute in the Majestic Hotel, who was he?" Cordelia answered, "He was a convict sent by the High Oracle, Mr. Dorian Haynes." Eric muttered, "Dorian Haynes… so that's his name, a convict of the Crimson Flame Cult. One last question. Where did you take Shiloh?" Cordelia opened her mouth to answer, but she suddenly let out a scream. Her face even contorted as if in tremendous pain.

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.

Soren stepped forward — and the light consumed him. --- Back in the mortal world, thunder rolled over the Sanctum ruins. Elara turned suddenly, her heart hammering. From the horizon, light broke through the storm — blinding, pure, cascading across the sky. And in that light, a figure descended — cloaked in silver fire, eyes like dawn. Elara took a breath that caught halfway in her throat. “Soren…” But the man who emerged from the light didn’t look like the one she remembered. His presence was calm and terrible, his gaze both mortal and eternal.