Eris Goddess Of Discord Novels & Stories

Not one of them found joy in the death they caused. And yet that joy was clear and present on Eris’ face. “There you are,” said the Pirate Queen. “Been looking all over for ya. Since you’ve come alllll this way just to stop me, may as well come right at me. Or me at you, whatever works best.” Outside, the Discordians shifted their formation yet again. They withdrew from their envelopment of the Einherjar devastators and formed two separate flanking lines on each side. Eris then led five Discordian devastators and engaged the Einherjar down the center line, particularly Thanatos.

Their fiery encounter transcends mere pleasure, becoming a sacred communion with the goddess herself. But as dawn approaches, Callista is left to ponder whether the bond she shared with Theo is fleeting or something destined by the gods. Callista’s P.O.V. The sun dipped below the horizon, painting the skies over Theros in hues of molten gold and crimson. The city-state, renowned for its devotion to Erisia, the goddess of fertility and passion, buzzed with anticipation. Tonight marked the start of the Festival of Blossoms, a sacred and secretive event held once every year. The festival was whispered about across Greece-an uninhibited celebration of pleasure, sensuality, and divine union.

That was the only way I felt like all this would make sense, when that bitch was made to pay for all she did to me. "Once you have the bolt my queen, it's like a walk in the temples....easy. Just smite her, like a god would do." "What about Hercules, that annoying nephew of mine seems to only be getting worse as the centuries go by." "The goddess of chaos is working on all our problems... including Hercules. She'll take care of them all." "Are you sure we can trust Eris with all these, I mean, our plan could go haywire if she jus decided to fuck us over....."

Her touch had gone gentler now, more fragile. “No, my beloved. I was never a dream. I’m the goddess you locked away. The serpent you kissed on the forehead and called beautiful. The thing you loved and forgot.” Aria’s eyes widened. “Riri… Eris… you were her all along…” Eris nodded, nuzzling her cheek. “I hid. Because I was too dangerous to be loved. But you did it anyway. Even when you didn’t know.” She pulled Aria against her chest, skin still cool, yet now oddly comforting.

However, they were about to find that I had a significant amount of information to provide—information that would dampen any celebratory mood. I made them sit down, and I told them the whole, devastating truth. I told them who Ersa truly is: a demigod, born from Beta Gaven and that former Dew Goddess, Herse. I explained how her existence meant a total shift for werewolves—that she was prophesied to be the downfall of the Gods themselves. I told them we were in a full-out war now, especially once the Alpha had proclaimed Ersa his mate and Luna, which I am certain he has already made official. I told them everything I witnessed during the Lunar’s Rite. Every terrifying, brilliant detail of the

“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.

"Snow, how difficult can you be? Why are you being like this? Have you lost even the tiniest bit of affection you have for him? We cannot let anything happen to him. We can't let our mate die." Her wolf is frustrated in the same way that she is becoming frustrated in their conversation as well. She understood the reason why Eris was upset, but still, listening to her could deter her from doing the right thing. "Let's not get too embroiled in this mate thing, Eris, as I have been cautioning you. When I was granted a second chance at finding another mate, I know that the moon goddess committed an error of judgment on that." "The moon goddess knows what she is doing, and it is you who are mista

“When I was young, I loved fiercely. I was told it would weaken me, that I would lose authority, and that my heart would be my undoing.” “What happened?” I asked quietly, curiously. She chuckled. “I ruled for forty years beside the man I loved. And when I lost him… I did not break. I endured.” Her gaze sharpened slightly, though it remained warm. “Love does not erase strength, Ember. It reveals it.” I exhaled, something unclenching in my chest. “The Moon Goddess,” Elder Maera added, turning her eyes skyward, “She has never been gentle with her plans but she is always intentional. She places storms where growth must happen.”

I know they'll treat the baby well and as their own. "I see why you want to fight him. But..." Ismene-Eirene paused, gently squeezing my hand. "It doesn't make me fear any less. You're my friend, Andy, walking into a dangerous fight with a monster. And I..." her voice cracked a bit. "I understand why you'd be afraid for me. But Ismene-Eirene, you forget one thing. He has to step into that arena with me. He is not known as the Destroyer nor prophesied as the one who will bring the fall of Olympus. That is me. And I will bring war and destruction onto him." I said firmly, turning my hand under hers to hold it gently. My gentle touch was a contradiction to my harsh words.

Allorah said as she opens her eyes. Shaking my head, I look back down. This was uncomfortable. “You see, his name was Faith. He was someone that would be my other half according to Mother Goddess.” Allorah explained, “Mother Goddess was someone who was like our creator. She would pair goddess if they were a match.” “So both of you where?” I asked, now intrigued. “Yes, Faith was my opposite. I had white hair, and his was black. He was darkness, and I was light. The only thing we had in common was our eyes.” Allorah said as she smiled softly. “And Karl is exactly as Faith.”