Novel & Cerita Eris And Rudeus

Demanding. And standing in the center of the chaos, surrounded by death and destruction, was a man I'd never seen before. He was tall. Dark hair. Eyes that shifted between every color. And power. So much power it made the air vibrate. He looked at me. Smiled. "Hello, Aurora," he said. Voice echoing with a thousand others. "I'm Erebus. God of Darkness. And I've been waiting for you." The bonds exploded. All four of them. Connecting. Intertwining. Creating something new.

When Aphrodite had called him, explaining her suspicion that Elijah had an insider feeding him information, Conor knew he had to act quickly and use that to their advantage. This was where Eris, Aphrodite’s doppelgänger, came into play. Though they shared identical facial features, their hair colour was different, and their personalities couldn't have been more opposite. While Aphrodite was calm and composed, Eris was chaos personified, but with a good heart. Conor had met her long ago, years before she became a skilled warrior. They weren’t entirely sure if Aphrodite’s theory about the maid’s treachery was correct, but they were willing to test it. So, when the maid lingered in the room, in

Eros’s household. Before they met, it was just Sein and Eris playing the game of tag as they share those cute giggles and keep on tapping each other. But then, Shekynah showed up asking if she could join them, Sein of course was happy to meet someone aside from his sister, but then of all the sudden Eris went quiet and was just staring at them busy introducing themselves, It turns out Shekynah was a 3rd degree cousin of Eris and that they actually know each other and would occasionally play around whenever they meet. But just this time, Eris had displayed something…unusual. Eris didn’t play tag games with Sein and Shekynah and just went to a nearby chair as her eyes never leaving on the girl

I’m honestly taken aback. His face takes on a more human shape, with a defined jawline, high cheekbones, and a straight nose that adds an air of nobility to his already pretty features. His hair turns white as snow, straight and shiny. And finally, two bright yellow eyes emerge from beneath his eyelids, staring directly ahead with a hint of mischief in them. “Well, here I am,” Eris says, holding out his arms with his lips curving upwards. “Can I have a hug?”

It spun through the air, it was a silver wheel of death. Thunk. The blade buried itself deep into the rogue's shoulder, the arm holding the knife. The rogue howled in pain, his grip loosening for a bit of a second. That was all Eris needed. He launched himself forward, closing the distance before the rogue could recover. He didn't shift into a wolf; he didn't need to. He was pure violence in human form. He tackled the rogue, slamming him into the mud away from Mary. "No mercy!" Eris roared.

Eros, his expression hardened, glared back at Azure, their silent standoff a testament to the brewing storm that lay ahead. As Eros prepared to unleash another wave of violence upon Azure, the creaking of the room door interrupted the tense atmosphere. Both Azure and Eros turned their heads, their gazes falling upon Kroveus, another member of the Eirian whose presence commanded authority within the twisted hierarchy of the group. Eros, his fists still clenched and his body tensed for a fight, froze in his tracks as he locked eyes with Kroveus. The older man's stern expression and cold, calculating gaze held a power that demanded respect, even from the impulsive Eros.

High-backed and carved from pale ash wood, its etched with runes, binding and eternal. Eris herself is a study in quiet authority. Draped in a dark robe that whispers against the floor as she moves, her demeanour is serene. But her dark eyes, honed by centuries, flicker with a power that makes even the bravest hesitate. She smells faintly of sage and lavender, a grounding presence in the tension-heavy room. Her face is unreadable, but her stillness is deceptive; every tilt of her head, every narrowing of her gaze, is calculated, dissecting the room with precision. None of their stares weigh on me the way Cade’s does.

Eros Draeger My name is Eros, Eros Chaz Draeger, and I am an incubus. I take the life force from humans during the act of sex, and my master, the devil, takes a portion of it from me during sleep from the rune tattoo I have on my back. It can take the complete life force from any mortal who lays eyes upon it so I have to be cautious or leave a string of dead humans in my wake.

Her bright purple eyes are glowing, and black hair floats around her as she laughs. I know without a shadow of a doubt, that this one is Eris. Goddess of chaos and discord… Lesser known as the goddess who started a divine war by corrupting mortals. Hoped to create enough chaos magic to feed on so she could come to earth. Enhance her powers, rule over mortals, take over the world, blah, blah, blah. I shake my head and move on. The next painting steals my breath. A woman with shiny golden hair flowing in waves down her back. Her white Roman-style dress clings to her curves. She holds a golden bow and arrow, and a small smile plays on her lips.

Aidrac asked, a brow raised. “Except it's not a myth. She's Eris, but her real name is Lunara,” Rohan said. Vira and Aidrac stared at us like we had gone crazy. “Sit down, children,” Aravelle said to them. “There's a lot to catch you up on.” By the time she was done explaining, Aidrac and Vira’s mouths were on the floor. I met Aidrac's eyes, they were glowing like he’d just discovered something.