Eris Fan Art Novels & Stories

I murmur. Then the menu glitches. Static cuts across the screen. The text flickers, warps into symbols I don’t recognize. A soft laugh fills the void. “Ethan.” I freeze. “What—” The grid ripples. A figure steps through a woman made of light with long hair drifting like it’s underwater. “I’m Eris,” she says, voice gentle. “You found us.” “Us?” My throat dries. Another voice answers. “Me.” A man materializes beside her, taller and darker.

“Did you say, Jackson?” “Ermm…yes I did. Why?” Eleanor paused, awaiting Isla’s next words. “Can you describe what he looks like?” Isla pleaded. Eleanor shook her head as though Isla could see her, “I can't describe the sick bastard. It would bring back the memories of them together. I can send you the video a friend of mine sent to me. Hold on.” Eleanor pulled the phone away from her ears to her eye level. She scrolled through her photo gallery till her fingers landed on the pornographic video, she clicked share and sent it to Isla right away. “Sent.”

“What is it going to be, Iris. I don’t hear you stopping me and I sure as hell can’t read your mind” “Please” I managed to let out once again, moving against him mindlessly, following the rhythm he already started with as I rocked my hip against him hungrily. A little whimper escaping my slightly parted lips. “Open your eyes, Iris” Otis growled, a deep satisfaction in his words. “please” I pleaded even more, asking for things I couldn’t dare say out loud with my mouth. “So beautiful, Iris. Red and glowing” He mumbled under his breath as I struggled to keep my eyes open.

Why they wanted me to take the fall for their shit. "Kamari Enoch is a trivial bitch that will fade away without so much as a whisper from us. I don't care about her enough to even feel a twinge of fear. What can an Omega truly do to me? Piss on my head?" Eris sneered. At least she remained in her chair. Remained stationary with her glass in her hand. Now that I looked closer, her posture had changed. She took up more space on the chair if that was even possible. Branched out with both arms on the sides. Head tipped up slightly.

"Now get out before I decide to show you exactly what my 'tainted' bloodline is capable of." "My King." Eris turns to me, all fake vulnerability. "Tell her. Tell her how you were about to—" "Like I said, the only thing I was about to do," I growl, "was throw you out myself. I can’t for the life of me remember why I ever found you attractive. Now, when I look at you all I feel is disgust." Her mask finally cracks, showing real fear as she faces our united front. Through our bond, I feel Sage's absolute faith in me, her love and trust a shield against Eris's manipulations. The depth of it staggers me.

Eris lowered his head as he approached the terrified faces. “We don’t need both.” Eris’ deep voice growled out. It was the first time he’d spoken since Rowan came to and he didn’t sound like himself. His voice sounded sluggish, almost like he was drunk. As he took a step forward rowan finally recognized the two faces. It was Elly and her cousin. Mustering all the strength he could, he fought against the wall in his mind keeping him and Eris separate. If he could just get him to shift back he knew Eris would snap out of it. Eris took another step forward.

" Kaleb said. "Them, they're not the other deities' vessels, am I right?" Eris asked pointing at their friends inside the forcefield. The two nodded at her. "And you, you should be under my control why- "I'm not like your other toys." Kian cuts her. "You are testing my patience." Eris said glaring at them. Kian shrugged. Eris glances at their friends. "Don't you fucking dare touch them." Kian warned her knowing her plan.

Eris replies. 137 centimeters tall, Eris's mom takes careful steps and grips her son's sturdy arm. Long grayed hair is braided down her back. Adorned with daisies to match her Spring dress. Soon, the blindfold is removed and his mother gives the brightest smile. -- The last fleck of golden light disappears on the horizon. Echoes of festive music, laughter, and a puppy's playful yip reach Cole's window. Unintentionally, her mind drifts into a pleasant memory.

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.