Diosa Eris Novels & Stories

Matt bluntly asked Nisha. “It’s quite the tragic story.” Nisha glanced over at the fur ball with a sad look on her face. “Long, long ago, there was a man called Icarius. He was traveling when he met some shepherds and gave them wine. He did it out of the kindness of his heart. However, the shepherds became drunk and thought Icarius had poisoned them, so they killed him. Icarius had a daughter named Erigone, and she was worried when her father didn’t return and set off with their dog Maera to find him. Maera led Erigone to Icarius’ grave. Erigone became so overwhelmed with grief that she hung herself, and Maera leaped off a cliff. Icarius, Erigone, and Maera are in the sky as the constellatio

Every immortal had been invited to share in the glory. Except one. Far beyond the warm glow of the feast stood Eris, the Goddess of Discord, her rage burning hotter than the fires of Hephaestus. To exclude Discord from a gathering of gods was foolish enough. To insult her publicly was unforgivable. While laughter echoed through the grand columns, Eris stepped silently into the fringes of the celebration. With a cruel, elegant flick of her wrist, she tossed a single golden apple into the center of the room before vanishing back into the shadows.

“Who is it?” Mira swallowed. “It’s Eris.” Eris—the harbinger of fractured bonds. A spirit of betrayal, once a woman cast from her coven for trading souls like currency. She had been banished to the space between realms centuries ago. Nobody. No voice. Just echoes. Until now. “I didn’t want to bring her back,” Ivy whispered through gritted teeth. “I didn’t know. I—I just wanted Asher.” “You created a crack,” Mira said grimly. “And she slithered through it.”

As Cain let out a snarl of pain, sent rolling across the earth from the force of the hit, Dain’s head snapped towards the young dragon. I watched with growing panic, debating on flinging myself into the fight, as the mother dragon sent a blast of flame towards Erebos. He danced out of the way, but his quiver had been hit. Half of it melted from his back, flame eating away the edges as it crept closer and closer to flesh. Erebos snarled and tore the quiver from his back, snatching up the arrows that hadn’t been destroyed. She breathed an arc of flame towards Erebos and Helios, keeping them at a distance while her other young battled with Apollo.

We cautiously approached but before we could reach the door, it flew open and a team of huskies poured out into the snow, yipping and jumping among Makya’s team. “HEEL! Come on you hooligans!” barked Eris stepping out. Eris was a lanky fellow, who had turned twenty last summer. At 195 cm, he towered over my 173cm, and even over Makya. I smiled up at Eris as he pushed a windblown black lock of hair back behinD his ear where his long curls hung. “Hello, Eris. We didn’t expect you to beat us.” “Well, Dekota got the itch to come sooner, so we left last night. We should have only been an hour behind you but we decided to cut across deer run to get here.”

"How were you able to identify it at all?" Dennis seemed to remember then that she was still fairly new to the operation and he calmed himself down to explain. "You see, Miss Months, every item in Olympus's storage has been tagged with a Doomsday beacon, which as the name implies, is only activated when said item is activated in a such a manner as to be classified as a doomsday.

All the higher positions in the pack are taken by men. I just finished training and went home to take a shower when I ran into Eros. His eyes went big and he looked at me up and down slowly, taking every inch of me in as if I was a piece of art. Next to him stood two kids, that were probably his. I didn’t know much about his mate, but by the looks of his kids she was Asian. He must have met her while he was studying abroad. His oldest daughter looked around Eddie’s age, while his son was probably eight or nine.