Eris Ferris Novels & Stories

I whispered, "I refuse to believe it. There is no way Cass is Eris." "You're completely right, Ms. Calma," said a soothing, familiar voice behind us. The three of us turned and saw Ms. Reina approaching us with Ross, Cass, and a beautiful, strange lady behind her. Ms. Reina continued, “Cassidy is not Eris; I am."

“You were here, and contained, and I was the only thing you remembered, and I—” “Eris.” “I should have told you sooner. I should have—” “Eris.” He says it again, the same way I say his name, the way you say someone’s name when you’re not arguing with them. “She is a woman who tried to kill me and has spent eight years building something on top of the grave she dug for me. Everything she says is shaped around that fact.” “That doesn’t mean she was entirely—”

Eros sighed, and I nodded. As we headed up the stairs, he turned to me and said, “Erin is a Clurichaun, a solitary fairy that asked me for a job many years ago, and she is feisty and can cause mischief especially after she is deep in her cups, so be leery about roaming around late at night because that is when she indulges in her whiskey. I believe that she's already into her cups.” “Okay,” I replied and watched Samson rush past our feet shouting excuse me.

Get up, my wolf urged again. I rolled to my side. My hands shook. My ribs ached. But I pushed off the ground. I stood. For the first time, I held my ground. “Good,” Eris said quietly, walking toward me. “This… this is the moment everything changes. You don’t need to win. You just need to stand back up every time.” I looked at him, really looked. This man who terrified everyone. Who spoke little and hit hard. But right now, he wasn’t trying to destroy me.

He is throwing me off my game. “What do you usually have for breakfast?” Eris asks and moves over to the cabinets. It gives me time to check him out. He is lean and tall but not as swollen with muscles as Alex. I would call this guy more feminine than Alex, but I can’t claim he is more beautiful since Alex sort of got that going for him, too. I take a seat by the table. “Are you cooking for me?” “Yeah,” Eris looks over his shoulder. He is wearing normal human clothing - jeans and a white shirt. “Do you like pancakes? I know how to make those. My little sister loves human food, and American pancakes are her absolute favorite breakfast food.”

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?"

she said. “I know. I just can’t believe Eris would do that and none of us noticed,” he said and sighed. Sihana didn’t say anything. There was nothing to say. The man was dead and now she was tarnishing his memory. Dominic was going to be furious. She turned in Faro’s arms and looked him in the eye. “There’s something else I have to tell you,” she said. “Fuck. What?” “Eris was broke. He had nothing in his accounts and I think he was skimming off the business accounts to fund his daily expenses,” she said softly.

They looked at each other, and it was clear that they were hesitant about what they wanted to say, but Eris sighed, and seriousness was evident on his features, before sitting in front of Xavier and saying "Actually, he doesn't care about this dimension, he's willing to destroy everything for the sake of one person." He does not know why his joints became tight, and his eyes became sharpened to become terrifying, and he looked at him waiting for him to complete his words. But the hesitation on Eris' face made him know that he wouldn't speak easily, so he slammed into the desk angrily “Who is this person, tell me right now?!” Bella looked at her mate , before taking a deep breath as she looke

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.

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?”