Sloan Eragon Novels & Stories

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.

She never expected that someone would slap her today. Just when Marlee was going to fight with Veronica, the door leading to the courtyard was pushed open. An elderly man sporting a goatee with his hands behind his back entered. On his waist was a sword made of pieces of bronze coins while the yellow robe he was wearing was filled with runes from the Book of Changes. He seemed like a master, especially when an herbal scent surrounded him. He was Master Eridan Kye, the Master Geomancer. Eridan's appearance had attracted everyone's attention as he cleared his throat with his hands behind his back. "I did as you ask, Mr. Reginald. I've managed to suppress the Malevolent Energy within her. She'l

“You always were good at forgetting the lives you ruined.” His hand moved to his cloak, pulling it back. And suddenly—his face was clear. Evelyn’s stomach dropped. “You—” “My name is Eron,” he said quietly. “Beta-scion of House Trevan.” She gasped. “Your brother—” “Was Jace Trevan,” Eron finished, voice hardening. “One of the most loyal warriors this pack ever had. He was kind. Strong. Honest.” Her lips trembled. “That was years ago—”

A shockwave rippled outward, forcing every wolf—traitor or loyal—to halt. “You have doomed yourselves,” the Oracle rasped, her blind eyes fixed on Rovan. “Gods do not reward servants. They consume them.” Rovan’s smile faltered—just a fraction. Then the ground behind him opened. Not cracked. Opened. Like a mouth. Dark liquid shadow poured forth, rising, shaping itself into something tall and wrong. The second avatar of Eryx pulled itself into the world—larger than the first, crowned in jagged divine sigils, eyes burning with hunger that was not its own.

The chains dig deeper into his flesh as he continued to free himself. "Zillian La Elora, even if I speak, I know you'll kill us." He forced his voice not to sound shaky as his heart hammered his chest in terror. He knew her. His master told them multitudinous things about her. A merciless, heartless woman who kills everyone who blocks her way. "I never saw your face ever since I joined the revolt against your Empires. May you give me the honor to witness your poisonous beauty?" He grinned.

Brightness bellow, and the darkest void you can never imagine were above, a thrown of stone or a stony mountain with the shape of thrown stands erect mightily like a solid base holding doomsday from arriving, siting in it a creature with the majestic air that can overthrown any king or emperor, what beneath his thrown is a table long enough to hold thirteen chairs, the third of them in the right side of this table is occupied by a dazed certain handless human who got his hand back when he steps in this realm, the doziness of him is not caused by an intense shock and disbelieve but he was frozen in mind and soul and body, al thoughts of him are blocked from being processed by his mind, his

He means a debt intentionally increasing so as to make paying it off impossible. "How much does she owe? I'll pay double," the Dark lord said. "Am I really worth three million dollars?" I asked myself, What did I have except for normal asses, boobs, and a pussy that would prompt the Dark Lord to pay three million dollars and more? "You've been promoted." There was a heavy dose of sarcasm in Antonio’s tone, I didn’t know when I started laughing hard. What did he promote me to? The Dark Lord's whore? I would rather strip than do that.

Sloan was stone-cold sober, and he was freaking the fuck out. "I am not a blue man. I am Dagerstanteen. I am warrior. I am the great ruler. You may address me as king just like the cat does." Sloan dropped the water and stepped away from the table. He took another step toward the beach. He had to get out of here.

“Stop acting cool. You are one of the enemies I have, and you know that.” Before I could say more than one word, I felt a surge of energy in me. I shut my eyes as I was unable to get over it. It was stronger than that of a beta like him. “I felt this surge of energy when I woke up in the hospital. It's an Alpha energy and not a Beta." I thought and opened my eyes. “I believed it was Prince Kelvin—and Tyrion is a Beta and not an Alpha.” I blinked as he took away his palm from my body….his perspirations dropping on the floor.

“Agnes, love often defies reason. I’m willing to take that risk for you. If you’ll have me, I’m ready to stand by your side, no matter what.” Cain's voice trembled as he knelt before me, his eyes filled with a desperate plea. "Agnes, please, don't do this. I can't imagine my life without you. I love you more than anything." My heart ached as I looked down at him, his sincerity and vulnerability pulling at my very core. "Cain," I began, my voice cracking with emotion, "you have to understand. I have a duty, an oath I swore a long time ago. I'm destined to become the next Supreme Sorcerer, and that path doesn't allow for a family of my own."