Eris Fan Art Novels & Stories

He had checked his profile status and noticed that Rin was no longer a member under his ‘conquered list’, possibly due to Rena’s interference by breaking the Eros God spell. “I’ve heard everything from Rin. A scumbag like you that bullied Rinrin deserve a horrible death!” Rena frowned her eyebrows and hugged Rin’s waist before continuing. “However, there’s something about you. You reeked, particularly your sperm. It reminds me of the Eros God. What’s your relationship with him? Tell me…”

His muscles flexing with every arm movement he made, I made a moved my arms in a rhythm, hitting them on my laps as I walked in. “That’s my sister, Jane” Kevin said, cutting his friend short. He turned to me, and I saw his face. His face is a an art masterpiece, with carved high cheekbones, a strong jawline and sensual lips, such face was the only one fit for his amazing well sculpted body. He looked into my eyes with his grey piercing eyes which held an intensity that sent a shiver down my spine like lightning strikes. He extended his hand for a handshake, my hand moved before I could process the thoughts of it, it felt like my body felt the presence of a god that shouldn’t be kept waiting.

It sat on the city like a lid and didn't lift and by the third week Elena had started drawing it just to have something to do with the feeling it produced, which wasn't quite depression and wasn't quite homesickness and was something more specific than either. She drew grey in seventeen different ways. Ruth looked at the drawings one morning, spread across the studio desk. "These are all the same," she said. "They're all different," Elena said. "Look at the texture." Ruth looked at the texture. "How many of these are you going to make," she said. "Until I've got it right." "What does right look like." Elena looked at the drawings. At the seventeen versions of a London January sky, each one s

What if I lost Rakesh to whatever he was going through? "You want me to return your connection with him, don't you?" Eris asked with a sigh as she looked up at me as someone helped to tend to her leg. I glanced down at her and she flinched. I didn't need to see for myself, but I knew that my eyes were giving that telltale flashing sign of angry command.

“Who is it?” Mira swallowed. “It’s Eris.” Eris—the harbinger of fractured bonds. A spirit of betrayal, once a woman cast from her coven for trading souls like currency. She had been banished to the space between realms centuries ago. Nobody. No voice. Just echoes. Until now. “I didn’t want to bring her back,” Ivy whispered through gritted teeth. “I didn’t know. I—I just wanted Asher.” “You created a crack,” Mira said grimly. “And she slithered through it.”

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

Fear curled in my stomach, tight and unwelcome. If Eris was alive, he wouldn’t stay hidden forever. And if he were alive… He would come for me. Not out of love or of desire but of vengeance. Because I knew him, I had chosen Malcolm instead of him making him lose face. My fingers trembled slightly as I clenched them into the sheets. “No,” I whispered. “You’re imagining things.” But even as I said it, images flashed, it was vivid. Eris is standing in the arena, with blood on his lips, smiling without warmth.

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?”

Gabriel was trying not to lose his temper, and I had to keep reminding myself why we needed this fae. I led him through the halls and up the stairs to Eris’s chambers. The room had been changed—darker now, as the curtains were drawn, and the air felt lighter. Eris was on the bed, her body was so still, and her face was pale and hollow. Her eyes were empty, staring at nothing. Her skin was almost transparent, stretched too thin over her bones. “She looks terrible,” I whispered, feeling a lump rise in my throat. Sibil stepped closer, then tilted his head to the side and shrugged. “What’s the big deal? She looks fine.”