Eridan Typing Quirk Novels & Stories

“Perhaps you had too much to drink yesternight. Your mother will be here shortly, Edvana. Let her know if you need medicine or anything else to help you feel better. If you are not well enough to ride to Denai’ Vena today, we will wait until you can.” “No, hold on,” Erin said as the man turned to leave the room. “You don’t understand. I’m not ill, I’m just confused. I don’t know how I got here and I don’t understand what you’re saying. Listen, my name is Erin Brown, and I think you have me mixed up with someone else. I didn’t participate in any mating ceremony last night because I was at home last night. I mean, I went to work, got back home, ate dinner, and went to bed with this stone thing

Erin smiled, as he talked to the Sun. "Sharp eyesight. I'm impressed." "Shut it, you two brain-celled fool," Erin sneered. Turning around, he faced the sun again. "How are you today?" "Oh my God. Here we go again. As if Mr Blue wasn't enough," Uriel rolled his eyes. "Shush. The 'F' in ENFJ is for fight, you know? I'll beat you up," Erin playfully threw a hoard of light punches to Uriel's arm, randomly ducking as he dodged the imaginary arm.

Either way, the nerves were fluttering inside my stomach and all I wanted to do was rip them all to shreds. This was also going to be the first time I saw Zayan since the time his family had been overthrown. Discarded. Another little bit of information that set my skin on fire. I wondered if he was going to hold a grudge. Or scold me for never helping them, even when I hadn't been an Alpha back then. Only an heir that followed what his father told him to do. Another thing that will now be aired is the fact that Eris had two mates instead of one. A phenomenon that had never been recorded before. I was sure that she kept it well under wraps for this long. No way someone like her would want to

"Goddess no! Happy for you guys, really I am." I thump his arm, "you are mated with Emerald just not in the way you think." Eros can have multiple mates but in a different form than the typical mate bond. They can love these people and have lifelong connections, but it's not a physical thing. If those who are mated need to do this whole thing to fuse that bond, it will be unbreakable.

Ynnah I look forward to this day. The confrontation. But why do I feel like I wasn’t prepared? Instead of courage, fear and apprehension I feel at these times. And seeing Eron in front of me right now is giving me chills to my spine with his cold hazel brown eyes. If you look at him you will see the difference between him and Eros even if they say they are identical twins. They maybe have the same features, but apart from the different colors of their eyes and hair, you can see a mole on the side of Eron's left eye while Eros' is on his nose.

She closed her eyes, letting herself feel it, unsure why it made her pulse race or why her chest seemed to swell with longing. She thought she knew the signature, the rhythm of it. She thought she understood the way it made her body respond. But she didn’t. All she knew was the name that echoed in her mind, whispered in the quiet spaces between her breaths: Eris. She had no idea she was wrong. Her stomach flipped. Not from fear — not exactly. But from the weight of something she couldn’t name yet. A connection pulling tight inside her. A thread stretching across realms, deeper than sex or dreams or even love.

It didn't ask for a blood sacrifice or a moon-blessed ritual. [USER AUTHENTICATION REQUIRED] "Iris, don't touch it," Kieran warned, reaching for my arm. "It feels... wrong. Like the void." "It’s okay, Kieran. I speak this language." I looked at the screen. Below the prompt, there was a hint: 'The first thing the slob ate before the end.' I felt a hysterical laugh bubble up in my throat. I looked at the keypad and typed: D-O-R-I-T-O-S.

Eros sighed, and I nodded. As we headed up the stairs, he turned to me and said, “Erin is a Clurichaun, a solitary fairy that asked me for a job many years ago, and she is feisty and can cause mischief especially after she is deep in her cups, so be leery about roaming around late at night because that is when she indulges in her whiskey. I believe that she's already into her cups.” “Okay,” I replied and watched Samson rush past our feet shouting excuse me.

He shoots a glare at Erin before sulking away another way. Purple dragon who is also called Kila, can't find a counterattack for that response. Thus she just keeps fuming on her spot as she bites her lips hard. Her eyes are burning with rage. Everyone becomes silent. Because it's true that if they don't do something, eventually Erin's body will give up on her in the real world and she might die anytime.

Columba couldn’t find any single mistake in her son’s typing. I was joking, Erito… Okay… Okay… I’m going to finish sending all these emails first, My Lovely Younger Brother… Let’s continue our chit-chat again tonight, shall we? Okay… I’ll be waiting for your telepathic call, My Lovely Elder Brother… Love you full, Eriwan… Yeah… We’ll continue it again tonight… Love you lot, Erito… Eriwan ended up his telepathic communication. When turning behind, he was immensely astonished.