Eris Goddess Discord Novels & Stories

I will do anything for her. “My name is Allorah and I’m a Goddess. I’m not a human, just my body. My soul and mind belong somewhere else,” Allorah said. I looked at her in shock. A goddess? I chuckled like I was crazy. “A goddess?” I repeat as I massage my temple, “This is absurd.” “I know…” Allorah said with pain in her eyes. I averted my gaze from her. Was she being real?

she sighed as she peeked between my legs. Reaching out for him he clasped my hand. “The deity is Elatha. Name her Erissa Finnegani if I don't make it through this,” I muttered through another contraction. “Elatha is a Celtic moon Goddess,” he asserted then nodded with an awkward smile on his face. “You're strong and will get through this, Lyric,” he reassured me as Holly told me to push when the urge came.

The smell was too strong making them cough. "Remember my name human! I'm Tessa, and if you're planning to destroy this celebration party I will personally ask big daddy Alpha to remove you from the military." Did she just call Eris a big daddy? Ugh, that's weird. Is she trying to find some sugar daddy or something? There is no way Eris will give a damn to her because he wants Iris not her.

" [1] Erida (fighting, quarrel, rivalry) — is the Greek goddess of strife and discord. [2] Nocté, Nyx (night) — is the Greek goddess (or personification) of the night. [3] Ereb (darkness, gloom) — representing the personification of darkness in Greek mythology. [4] Adamas (from ancient Greek - "irresistible") is a mythical metal that served as material for the tools of the gods. Adamas is the ancient name for a diamond [5] Cyanea capillata — a species of Scyphozoa, discophoran class.

“She doesn’t care about you or me. She cares only about Raven and she wants the Hollow Blade. She gave me her word that she's willing to cut through anyone in her way.” Lilith’s throat went dry. “So why go through her?” “Because, my dear sister,” Eris purred, “sometimes to topple a goddess, you need a devil at your side.” The torches flickered and dimmed, as smoke twisted into the shape of a figure in the blood-stained mirror propped against the wall.

Her green, long flowy gown swished with her elegant movements. "Sheia is right. You broke our codes today and warned the immortal," her brother, the real brother by blood Eris came to her support. The scar on his left cheek stretched with the smile that didn't reach his eyes. Gaia smiled. "Eris! Long time no see." Her fake enthusiasm earned a scowl from him. "We aren't friends." His muscular arm tightened on the hilt of his sword strapped to his lean hip. "We know that Lycan is special to you. But you broke the code by warning him."

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.

“Your siblings?” “Eris and Moros. She is the Goddess of Strife. She causes mayhem wherever she goes. She is apparently really stirring up the other realm. My brother Moros is the God of Doom. He drives mortals to their deaths. He can also drive various creatures as long as the aren't strong of will. My brother, Hypnos and I are going to stop them.” “How would a vampire have gotten a God and Goddess to do his dirty work for him?”

As I chewed, trying to determine if the sparkly flecks within the pastry were from a fruit or flower, I watched my friends and family enjoy the evening. All four of the warriors were in attendance, along with Aidan, his sisters, and my own family. Even Antonio Russo managed to survive, or rather Antonio Thatcher, as he was actually called. Initially, Erebus had pouted over missing the action, but it was hard to keep up the disgruntled ruse when we’d won the battle without any casualties.

Natural leaders; their power fuels both creation and destruction. • House of Poseidon – The Tidesworn: Healers and navigators. Their strength lies in empathy and control over water and emotion alike. • House of Hades – The Umbrals: Keepers of death, secrets, and rebirth. Masters of shadow and memory. • House of Athena – The Wise: Strategists, inventors, and scholars. Their insight shapes both battlefields and minds. • House of Ares – The Bloodforged: Warriors whose passion defines them. They channel chaos into strength.