Eridan X Gamzee Novels & Stories

Chuckling manically again, he leaped into his head, pulling on his headset. Home sweet home, he thought, as he materialised into the game. Upon arriving in the lobby, he dashed towards town upon noticing the fact that Erin was online, pressing the option to teleport to his location. Bad choice. Erin was in mid battle with a raging bull in the same unterritorial region of land, as Uriel landed directly in between the wide eyed Erin's sword and the bull. "Aw, shit." Running behind Erin, he hid as he squatted below him, covering his head. Whilst jostling, Erin breathed out a sentence as he duelled the animal.

Eryl, behind Dora, made a green magic circle appear in each of her palms. "Good idea, Gassy Wind." A powerful green air current rose from the flames and transformed them into a gigantic wall of continuous explosion. Gamma made a slight grimace of annoyance but quickly turned to Marie. "A wave of spikes is approaching!" "Materia!" She summoned 10 puppets armed with large shields and 5 of each gathered around Dora and Eryl, just at that moment, a rain of black spikes fell on them. As Midgard had predicted, the others farther away were no longer the target of the undead, with Gamma acting as a control tower for the group.

I might not be the greatest friend, but I’m not prepared to be the worst. So instead of following James’ instructions, I unlock the stall, then the main bathroom door and walk back out into the café. The pack is now sitting with Sharon and she’s laughing at something Mr. Icy Stare just said. He looks up at me as I walk over, and I can see anger and something else in his eyes…something that looks a lot like the instinct to kill. “Hey Izzy! Remember Eric and his friends from the diner? They came over to say hi,” Sharon says, waving her hands at the Gamma and his fighters.

The liquid mercury didn't just recede; it Vaporized, forming a massive, spiritual Gateway to the One-Hundred-and-Eleventh Layer. Eryx stood up, his obsidian-iron armor return with a violent, electric snap, the violet-black metal glowing with a heat that was no longer a shield, but a Throne. He pulled me into a kiss that tasted of ancient pine, iron-grain, and the End of the Audit. "We’ve passed the final gate, Darlene," Eryx whispered, his voice a tidal wave of gravel and love. "No," I said, looking toward the horizon, where the white-noise was parting to reveal a massive, spiraling Ziggurat of Pure, Black-Emerald Light.

Lady Aurora emerged, flanked by two identical men. “Please inform us if she leaves the house,” one of them pleaded, desperation etched into his features. “We can’t stand seeing our Commander like this.” Lady Aurora gave them a solemn nod. “I will. Don’t you want to meet Gamma Celeriac? He’s in his study.” Study? I glanced back toward the man who had been watching Elysia’s window—but he was gone. The eerie aura still lingered in the air. Teleporting into the study, I landed soundlessly. Gamma Celeriac sat at his desk, engrossed in a book. His expression was unreadable, but the moment I appeared, he closed the book with deliberate calmness.

“Thank you.” Gerald After I hang up the call with Sera, which was a lot more interesting than I first anticipated, and lot naughtier when it was just the two of us. I call in one of my Gamma’s Jerimiah. He would have been Juniper’s Gamma if Theron hadn’t interfered and has been relentless in the search for her with Sera and I. His ginger head pokes around the door, and he sniffs the air teasingly. “Is it safe?”

Who was firing at them? Suddenly, my phone buzzed with an incoming call from Dan. I accepted the call immediately. “Felixe, Zephyrus is here with his gamma and mate. I followed them all the way from the helipad. Now I tried to frighten them off, but it didn’t work.” A gasp of horror escaped my mouth. I had totally forgotten to update Dan and his wolves. I was so preoccupied by Derrick’s call, it skipped my mind that they were supposed to join back this morning.

My jaw literally drops, and I honestly don’t know how the heck I’m supposed to respond to that. “Wait!” I call after him as he strides toward my door. He said your Gamma, as in my Gamma. He actually gave me a Gamma. Did he? Gammas are for Lunas. What the heck is going on here? “Who’s your Gamma?” I ask. “Jamie. And he’s your Gamma. You’re my Luna,” he stalks out, leaving me more confused than ever. Yet, ever so optimistic. Maybe things will finally improve around here after all.