Eris Cat Planet Cuties Novels & Stories

Iris adds with a wicked grin, "if you step on my brother's toes during your first dance together, I'll never let either of you forget it." Her playful teasing helps me relax, and slowly the steps begin to feel natural. Until a cold voice interrupts: "How... quaint." Eris stands in the doorway, perfect as always in a dress that probably cost more than everything I own. "Teaching common dances to common wolves." Her smile shows teeth. "Though I suppose everyone needs entertainment at these events." "Better common wolves with pure hearts than noble ones with poison souls," Iris snaps. Eris's eyes narrow slightly. "We'll see what the visiting nobles think of such... progressive attitudes. Especi

Reggie threw questions at her as she cupped her chin to look down. “I don’t know” “That is it, there is no grand plan. The truth is both of you bring out the worst in each other, so if you love him half as much as you claim to, you’ll let him go. You’ll let him get the help he needs. With me” Regina said and Kat looked up with moist eyes. She replayed their entire conversation as she still kept running into the moonlight and further into the trees, with the side of her gown in her hands, raised in her hands. And she sobbed on the remnant of the tears that fell from her eyes.

The thoughts made me giggled in the air. Shortly after I had adjusted to the circumstance, I found myself moving into a partially collapsed factory and my eyes fell on Rikas, fighting with a few Erisian creatures. The Erisians were the ugliest species dominating the purple Kingdom. They had fat heads, with an enormous belly attached to their malnourished legs, which made them looked like some pregnant trolls. They keep long, dirty fingers and never care to wear some clothes to cover their green butts.

Eris goes on to say, "I know he's our mate, Snow, but I don't feel like he has a wolf. How can that be, though? Would I just be a third wheel between you two?" "Eris, it's obvious he won't have a wolf due to the fact that he is a human." I scowled as I went to respond to her. "And that is the reason why I am still really reluctant to accept that he is our second chance mate. Why would the Moon Goddess choose a human mate for me? Does she really want me to face another rejection?" "Be glad that you are even given a second chance, but how about me? Who is going to be my mate if he doesn't have a wolf? You'll have Blaze, but who am I going to have?"

Helios revelled in the freedom, bounding after rabbits with the energy of a pup. Then, all at once, he stopped mid-stride. I froze with him, confusion flickering—until I caught the scent too. Eris. If we could smell her, then she could smell us, and the last thing we wanted right now was an encounter with her and Jessica. Helios bolted towards home, trying to outpace the situation. For a fleeting moment, I thought we might have been quick enough—until someone slammed into us with full force. Eris struck our chest with her paw, and I snapped my gaze to her. Her eyes were pine green, her coat glowing almost as red as Jessica’s hair in the sunlight. It was immediately clear that Jessica hadn’t

Most of them smiled, a few waved, and one elderly woman selling herbs pressed a small bundle into her hands. “For strength,” the woman said, her eyes kind. “You’ll need it, marked one.” Before Selene could respond, the woman had shuffled back to her stall. “That’s Grandmother Eris,” Kira explained. “She’s been alive for like two hundred years and knows everything about everyone. Also makes the best tea in the territory, though it tastes like dirt and regret.” “Sounds delightful.” “It really is.” They stopped at a tavern that looked like it had been built sometime during the Bronze Age and hadn’t been updated since. The sign above the door read “THE HOWLING BARREL” and featured a picture of a

’ ‘Not helping,’ I replied back, trying to focus. Eris let out a dramatic sigh, flipping her hair over her shoulder. “Look, I get it. You think there’s something between us. You and every other wolf with an ego the size of a mountain. But, I’m not interested because your feelings towards me are not real.” Her words stung, but I couldn’t stop looking at her. The way her eyes sparkled when she was annoyed, the way her lips curved just slightly when she was being sarcastic. She was beautiful, even when she was making fun of me.

Fiercer. “He’s not a monster,” she’d snap, chin lifted, hands clenched at her sides. “He’s family.” And to Cerebus, she was the only home he ever truly had. Each head loved her differently. Alpha, the leftmost, was the bold protector. He barked first, loud and certain, whenever Ellie cried. Beta, in the center, was steady as stone — licking her palms with quiet comfort, patient and thoughtful. Gamma, on the right, was the wild one, full of tricks: nudging her elbow while she sketched, stealing socks, and burying them under the lemon tree until she laughed.

[WARNING: MAY CONTAIN GORE AND BLOODSHED SCENES] Eris slammed his hands on the desk. These rogues are the sneakiest group he's ever dealt with. Right when he had Iris in his arms this issue forced him to leave immediately. His beast howled missing the touch of it's little human he was uneasy and it greatly affected Eris. They were still trying to get a hold of the Midnight Howler's plans and it's been a few hours already there was no news.

Aria spun. Riri — no, Eris — stood there, barely clothed, her long black with a violet or wine - red shimmer, even cascading shadowy curls with a dark - lavender gloss hair draped across her shoulders like chains. Deep purple eyes stared into Aria like she wanted to consume her from the inside out. And yet she looked wounded. Not just jealous. Devastated. Aria blinked, confused. “Riri…?” “You let her touch you,” Eris whispered, stepping forward, bare feet silent on the wet dream - floor. “You let her taste you. My love… how could you?”