Argonians Eso Novels & Stories

Leon answering while crossing his arms in front of his chest. "Wait, so who is that girl again, Owen?" Louis is now asking him too with curiosity. "Her name is Angelica, Angelica Bright. Her family migrated to US when we were 10 years old, were kind of friends back then." Owen answered. And now, everyone's attention bound to Owen. "Is he pretty?" It's Louis again. "Yeah, Very pretty." Owen is telling the truth now. Everyone's became silent. Owen thought their professor is already in the front, so he sit properly. But unfortunately, there's still nothing in front. He then look at his classmates... They were busy typing on their phones.

So wild and uninhibited Nobody was able to understand her however, she and her own sphere of joy—and, in some way, that's impressive. Unexpectedly, deep beneath the surface of the black water, there was old Antigone, a large creature with scouted skin, who appeared. She'll have no idea whence he originated from, who that he was. Antigone was an Argonian, an oviparous race of reptile beings with dark green skin, legs and arms that resembled puff adders, and a height range of seven to eight feet tall. His scales were very dark green, his eyes were black, and he had a large mouth filled with fangs. He swam around the lake quietly, for it was large, deep, and bitterly cold.

*Accessing kernel. Anji’s eyes snapped open. The gold in his iris flickered violet, then faded back to a flat, predatory black. "Arga," Anji said. His voice echoed, the acoustics of the room having subtly shifted as if the architecture were leaning in to listen. Arga was hunched over a terminal near the far wall, his hands dancing across the haptic interface. He looked ragged. The high-level interface was tearing through his cognition, and he was physically manifesting the strain—a vein on his temple pulsed with a steady, syncopated rhythm.

In the midst of her anger, she unleashed her full Peak Tier 4 aura, it was so domineering that the moment she released her aura, there was a clear condensations of her aura around her, and it was even manifested into a a similar silhouette of an Athenan, fully donned with her battle armour. Athenan is the Goddess that Eloesan worshipped as their god and their true religions. It was believed that Athenan was the first royalty that lived in Eloesa Island, she has gave birth to this island, and also she was the ancestors to the Eloesa people and the one that inherited her bloodlines were the Qoon Family. It was believed that, Eloesan were born to be warrior, which also why they were born strong

– Sonny yells in his head. - I don't care about your excuses. Pay real attention to what I'm about to tell you. I, Angel Carson Brown, of the Lycan Moon Pach, reject you, Klaus Nelson Young, of the Lucan Moon Pack, as my mate. As soon as he finishes speaking, pain crushes Angel's chest, but he shifts and runs back to the packhouse without looking back.

I spun on my heels to get a look at the source of the voice "You were thinking out loud." "I spent over a thousand hours on that painting." The voice continued "E.A.D?" The words left my lips as I stared at the letters at the bottom of the painting "It's an acronym for Eugene Ari Darian." "Greek?" I scoffed, genuinely amused "A greek god actually," he corrected, arrogance clear in his tone with his head held up high "You are arrogant, you know that right?" I asked, not the least bit impressed "Okay, I'm sorry if I've been rude." His attempt at an apology was weak-hearted, he didn't mean it and I could sense it

She glanced at me, her expression a mixture of smugness and challenge, as if daring me to react. Argon cleared his throat, drawing the room’s attention. He stood tall, his posture radiating authority, though his eyes were filled with a cruel, vindictive gleam. “Father, before we begin, there’s something I need to announce.” Grant raised an eyebrow, feigning mild interest, but I could see the calculating look in his eyes. “Go ahead, Argon.” Argon tightened his grip on Ava’s hand and pulled her closer. “This is Ava Forge,” he said, his voice loud and clear, carrying an edge of triumph that cut straight through me. “My new mate.”

“Alright, Argos it is.” The happy moment was short-lived when Argos took a defensive stance and snorted angrily. Wondering what had upset the silver stag, Esper turned around and saw Seraph standing in the distance. Instead of running away, Argos circled in front of Esper and lowered his antlers in a challenging manner. “Easy boy. He is a friend.” Esper stroked Argos’s back, trying to calm the stag. He stayed unmoving and snorted. Argos was clearly not a fan of Seraph.

I told her softly. Placing down the brush back in its place, she took the picture and sighed whilst observing it intently. "That is called an Aergon. It's not something of this earth but rather something from... Hell. Well, it was known to avoid reflections, including snapshots like this, hence the reason why it is blurred. It rarely resurfaces from it's hiding, yet when it does it brings terror to anyone that lays eyes on it. Most of the time it comes out at night to feed off people's fears. My suggestion is to avoid getting near it," she said turning her head to my direction.