Eris And Rudeus Novels & Stories

Theia “That’s an unexpected piece of information.” Erebus growls. “Celestial Alpha. So tell me, is it true you had been waiting for centuries for Ceres, or is that just part of your myth?” “Myth?” “Don’t play coy.” “Yes, it is true. I was born into our plane when Ceres’ mother was born.” “That cannot be centuries. That makes no sense. Ceres is only eighteen. Even accounting for the difference in time, the math is not computing.” Erebus paces the cave, his nails clicking impatiently against the stone. “Was her mother hundreds of years old? Get real!”

Marian asks, distressed. “It’s the venom. Eros isn’t well,” I say, watching as Eros rises from the floor. He looks taller now, and his spread wings are so beautiful I lose myself staring at them. I’ve only ever seen fairy wings—and few at that; there weren’t many in my village. Eros’s are coal-black, with a claw at each tip, the membrane veined with faint cracks. “Are you sure you’re all right? You can tell us if something’s wrong,” Adrian presses. I blink a few times; Eros’s eyes—still black but now tinged red—are locked on me.

"You can't even comprehend what we are to each other. What true mates share. You offer political alliance? I offer him my heart, my soul, my absolute trust. You think seeing you naked in our bed would make me doubt that?" Eris's composure cracks completely. "He was about to—" "To throw you out." I move to stand beside Sage, letting my power join with hers. "Like the worthless intruder you are." "The Northern territories won't stand for this insult." Eris backs toward the door, her threats falling flat. "The council—" "Can find themselves a new puppet." Sage's smile shows teeth. "Now get out before I decide to show you exactly what my 'tainted' bloodline is capable of."

Her hair suddenly changes into pure white with stripes of ash, and we all gasp, she levitates and returns to the ground on all fours as a wolf. Alexia's eyes snapped open. And for the first time since she had returned… Her wolf stared back at us, at me in particular before coming to me and rubbing her head at the heel of my foot, this is Eris, goddess of chaos reincarnated as Alexia's wolf, daughter to Ares in mythology which explains why she's attached herself to me but my boys do not look happy at all. Hailey chuckles, bends, then strokes her head before giving her a peck on the crown of her head and touching her fur. "Congratulations, baby, you will never have to face anything alone again

"You two, get up." "Thank you, master," they both said at the same time, their voices low and even. They stood up at the same time, hands in their back and waited for their next instructions. Liora turned back to Erezhul, curiosity on her face. "So, what names did you give them, Erezhul?" "The female one is called Bana, and the male one is Legion. I'm good with names, right?" Erezhul said, grinning with pride as if expecting a round of applause.

Subsequent to, the other one said, " I am the primordial God of darkness and the consort of Night —Erebus." John was flabbergasted or perhaps, he thought he was in his fantasy world without any indecision, so to investigate if that was dream or not, he tweaked his skin, however, at first he hesitated, but soon he understood that it was required to check the outcome — though, it was not as he anticipated, he felt the pain, the pain one felt when tweaked the skin. He was freaked out, at that moment, he was feeling like a some jerk, who is given a chance to see the great two, rumored Goddess and God, 'Theia, the Goddess of the light of the blue sky and Erebus, primordial God of darkness and the

They gasped at the new information. "Unlike Ijus and Leluna, Kaios and Eris are both deities of darkness. But Eris wanted all to herself. Not only the underworld but everything. She wanted to take over the lair. He made something, someone rather that she can use to fight with her. Rowan.

:Fuck you,: I teased with a smile. He finally stopped in front of a shelf. The label on the side read, “The Gods and Goddesses of The Shrouded Realm.” He looked carefully at the end of each scroll, examining the gold tags that were hanging off of each, until he found what he was looking for. He removed the scroll and unrolled it gently, holding it out so I could read over his shoulder. ‘Eris is the goddess of discord and strife. Eris’ powers lie within her ability to cause rivalry among groups of individuals and induce all forms of chaos and hatred. She thrives on these, as each feeds her power as the discord grows.

Kitty was hesitating, lost in the pretty dark blue eyes that were gazing at her. "My name is Erebus; may I know yours?" His voice was deep and a bit rough, but amazingly enticing. Kitty stepped up and took his hand: "I'm Kitty...Why... why are all your names of ancient gods?" "Haha..." Menoetius burst into laughter and then turned to Kitty with a very serious face: "Because we ARE." "..." Kitty would have believed that Erebus WAS a god, but not if that came from this seemingly very unreliable young wolf.

I could see Boris's smug grin falter for a moment, and whether it was due to my lack of enthusiasm or the underlying tone of indifference in my voice, I couldn't tell. Count Gaius cleared his throat, pulling my attention back to him. "And lastly," he nodded towards the female wolf in Kinnison's embrace, "we have Eris Gravemaw, the eldest daughter of Leon and Trisha." Unlike her brother, Eris exuded tranquility. Her eyes reminded me of the sun, shining with warmth and peacefulness. She had her arms wrapped around my brother's neck, holding on tightly. The sight of them together felt wrong in some uncanny way, like a painting disturbed by a single errant brushstroke.