Sloan Eragon Novels & Stories

He looked around, his nose sniffing the air to see if she had company, but the area was covered with a powerful magical spell. “You seem to have a lot of magical energy to waste for someone who was termed sick and short of energy today,” he said, his tone suspicious. Sloan shrugged. “I make the best healing potions, so I finally got to use one myself. I’m as strong as new now.” Lucian frowned. “Why the magical spell anyway? Are you hiding someone?” Sloan shook her head as she walked closer to him, a sly smile on her face. “Not someone. I’m hiding us.”

Jorg smiled even as he remained standing, his bloodthirsty gaze flashing viciously as he raised his black machete and licked the blood off the edge. Eron was stupefied, and it took him a long while to regain his senses. "Oh, but… this has to be a misunderstanding!" he cried. "T-Things are amicable between my family and Sage Lake Sect, and I'm supposed to visit in a couple days to discuss my daughter's engagement with Maron Ocean. We're basically in-laws… did someone set you against me?" Sheer terror welled up within Eron as all sorts of possibilities crossed his mind, but he just could not understand why Sage Lake Sect was suddenly after him!

"I didn't say it's easy, dolt." "But you do make it sound like it's so easy to do," Primus retaliated to Wregan. I just scratched my head. Of course, this is why Primus approached me and introduced me to others. Because my name, Sloan Etheswyth, fits perfectly in the Sloth sin that they are looking for. I wonder how they knew my name. We just need one member with the name that fits the codename Lust. “I have a plan,” Wregan said, grinning widely. His eyes sparkled like stars in the night sky. "Talk to your cousin."

I’m having breakfast with Nadia and her mom. Nadia is beaming, and I’m happy that she has found her mom. I hope to help them find her father, but if he had let anyone know about his lycan heritage, he would have been killed. The chances that he survived are slim. Male rogue slaves tend to be killed within the first few years of servitude for one reason or another. They are assigned hard and tedious work. They are often used as training dummies for the warriors of the pack and sustain severe injuries.

Raven's POV Raven’s first day as Ethan’s assistant had been a disaster. He had her running around all day and she even skipped lunch because of the errands she had to run for Ethan. Ethan’s goal was to make sure he made his stepsister’s life a living hell and he seemed to be doing a good job at it. “Raven get me a cup of coffee”, Ethan said from the phone. Raven sighed in annoyance, this was the fifth time Ethan had asked for coffee, and the first time he threw it out claiming it was too cold even though it was just right.

A pattern that, though imperfect, helped us all keep moving forward. Ethan and I had fallen into our roles over the weeks. He was the general, the protector, the one who made sure everyone stayed alive long enough for us to figure out what was happening. I was the scientist—the one who had the answers, or at least, that’s what I told myself. I had to keep my head in the game. The cure was out there, somewhere, and I was going to find it. I had to.

"You are safe here, Sora. We only need to purge your blood of foreign influence. Activate that silver potential so you stop being a lowly slave to that disgusting Kaldreon wolf." Sora turned his face away, searching for a pocket of air in a room that felt increasingly cramped. He froze when he saw the figure standing stiffly near the steel door. Elior Vale was there. He wore a rigid black tactical uniform without insignia. But Elior’s eyes were hollow, clear of any emotion, moving mechanically according to the sensor transmissions in his ear. There was no recognition. No sympathy. Elior had been brutally reprogrammed into a mindless guard dog. *Vardan might be a bloodthirsty predator, but he

In the Ernest Palace, Valerie is learning some basic spells, which are the most important part of the Ernest clan. Even though the Ernest clan is the weakest dragon clan of the four clans, it is blessed with some amazing powers. Once in every hundred years, a golden dragon will be born in the Ernest Palace. That golden dragon will have unique abilities than the rest and will prove to be the most powerful dragon of that generation. Everyone expected that Arthur's mother will have a golden dragon. But to everyone's disappointment, that didn't happen. Since then, the Ernest clan priests and the royals are waiting for the blessed golden dragon, who will be the pride of their clan.

Aidan watched them in total awestruck by this spectacle, unknowingly this fight etched inside his brain. Meanwhile, Sly changed into a black dragon, copying the dragon in front of him minus the color while being assisted by Ajiad and Yusoff. Unlike Ibrahim and Liliana, Sly wasn’t exactly struggling but he still didn’t have the leeway to finish this battle earlier than he originally thought. Although he already smelled King and Double, he still couldn’t look away to see where Shadow was because of how tough his opponent was. A small Elementalist nudged him on his cheek and tilted their head. It was the rock Elementalist call by Ajiad.

I rolled my eyes at her. “We have to go now. Just act normally.” We both stood up and slowly walked to the exit of the diner. When we got out. Mismaia grabbed my right arm and dragged me. She sprinted along with me. I tried catching up to her speed. She was so fast. We ran and ran until she stopped. I was so out of breath. “What did the potion do?” I said sitting down on the curb. “It masked your aura and our scent.” “Oh. But I didn’t get to see what they look like.”