Eris Ferris Novels & Stories

I spin around to find a woman I haven't seen before coming around from the side of the house. She is tall and thin. Jet black hair and milky white skin in stark contrast. Her eyes are a fiery red which is the only difference from her brother. She looks just like Thanatos. “Eris.”

“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.”

"Him." Immediately, Erik steps out. "Jeez man……That's crazy-scary." Chelsea mutters behind Asher. "Tell me about it." I whisper as Erik gives me a creepy smirk while continuously walking to us. "Hello, my little Iris. It's a pleasure meeting you again." "I'm afraid the feeling is not mutual…..Again," I retort sarcastically. He grins before clapping his hands together. "You're here because I need you. You're a...hmmm… you could say a pawn in my little game."

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.

Eris has live and breathed for the good of her younger siblings ever since they lost their parents years ago, and now she's finally getting to reap the fruits of her labor. When she's finally getting to figure out what she wants in life, she's skeptical. The future is scary, and putting her interests first, for the first time in years feels...strange. When her brother Topher makes her the new CEO, she's like a fish out of water. She has no education, or experience being a CEO, but Topher insists she'll figure everything out, and also hires her an assistant to help her out.

I grab the joggers that had been drying on a nearby chair. Shifting, I quickly pull them on and settle on the doorstep when I catch Eris’s floral scent. She was quickly heading my way. Her arms are swinging as she marches toward me. Her golden eyes lock onto mine. She is furious about something. “They won’t let me….why do you smell of another woman?” There is a hint of anger in her tone “I was helping someone.” Her golden eyes narrow, “You stink of her.” she snaps before I have a chance to expand.

“Make sure my breakfast is here by 7 a.m. every morning.” He paused, then added coldly, “Now get out of my office.” Tessy quickly nodded. “Sorry, sir.” Eric has recently found out that there was someone in his hotel that can cook a particular meal that he liked. Tessera turned and hurried out like a child that had just been scolded, her steps fast, her head slightly lowered. As she rushed out, she bumped straight into Eric’s executive assistant who was just coming in. “Hey, take it easy, young lady,” he said with a small smile.

Has Reins Eiser already figured out who I really was? ***

“She’s embarrassing herself. How desperate can one girl be?” “She gave up her wolf for him, and this is what she gets? Karma.” “It’s impossible,” I whispered again, ignoring the whispers around me as my legs moved on autopilot, taking a few stumbling steps forward. My heel caught on a stone, but I didn't fall. I just stopped, clutching the fabric of my useless, beautiful dress, and stared up at the platform. Eris stood there, her perfect smile intact with not a single flicker of guilt crossing her face, not even a shred of remorse.

Rafael Conti at the top, same headshot, same jaw. I scrolled past him. There. Third from the bottom. A name I hadn't looked at before. Luca Ferretti. Head of acquisitions. Smaller photo, partially obscured, listed as based in Geneva. I looked at the photograph. Looked at the screen. My phone buzzed in my hand. Text from the unknown number. Forty-eight hours started last night. Thirty-six left. Tick tock.