Eris Goddess Of Discord Novels & Stories

No one dared to act rashly. It had been a long time since the Novem Skies had produced a new god of war. That was why things had ended up like this. Just as the situation fell into a stalemate, my wife and sister-in-law arrived. My wife was Nerissa Loden, and she was the goddess of water. My sister-in-law, Aurelia Ignis, was the goddess of fire. The moment I saw them, I subconsciously tightened my clenched fists, while Noctis' gaze turned icy.

The admission carried a strange pride, as though he had been waiting for the chance to declare it. Jaiyana’s eyes flashed, a flicker of divine light sparking across her irises before vanishing again. Her breath caught—the goddess within her whispering in warning, a voice without words urging distance, urging caution. Every fiber of her being recoiled from him, telling her he was dangerous in ways the others could not yet see. The discus grew warmer in her grasp, a steady thrum of power against her palm. It was as though the weapon itself answered the goddess’s warning, reminding her she was not unguarded, not alone.

"Don't you speak about them!" He ignored me, his focus on the altar. "The curse on the Eclipse pack is but a symptom. A sickness in the land caused by an imbalance. The Goddess's power has been dormant, untended. You contain the spark that can reignite it. But your current Alpha would see it used for petty things-healing scrapes, bolstering harvests." He said the words with utter disgust. "We will use it as it was meant to be used. To reclaim dominance. To remind the world of the moon's true power."

More specifically, they showed Kovakis kneeling in front of Eris to every Hegemony ship in the area. “For those who don’t already know who I am, I’m the Pirate Queen Eris, leader of the Temple of Discord” she began. “And we have commandeered this vessel in the name of… let’s see… me. In the name of me. Can you confirm that please, mister…” She turned towards Kovakis and prompted him for a response. “H-high Admiral Kovakis,” he croaked out. “Ooh, a high admiral!” Eris exclaimed. “How lucky! A serious payday this cycle, huh. Well, lucky for us. Unlucky for you. Federation ranks don’t mean a damn in a Discordian ship.”

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....."

Noah held her back as she attempted to slap me. "Stay away from my man, you slut!" She barked at me. I stood still, watching everything that was happening like it was a movie. I didn't understand anything that was going on and I certainly had lots of questions, but I could tell that whatever it was, I was that cause of it. I was always the cause of every disaster happening around me. It was like I was born with that super power, to cause disaster everywhere I go. I was starting to wonder if I was related to Eris, the goddess of discord, in my past life. I wouldn't be surprised if I was, it would make perfect sense why things were always happening to me.

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.