Eris Greek Mythology Novels & Stories

Her hair suddenly changes into pure white with stripes of ash, and we all gasp, she levitates and returns to the ground on all fours as a wolf. Alexia's eyes snapped open. And for the first time since she had returned… Her wolf stared back at us, at me in particular before coming to me and rubbing her head at the heel of my foot, this is Eris, goddess of chaos reincarnated as Alexia's wolf, daughter to Ares in mythology which explains why she's attached herself to me but my boys do not look happy at all. Hailey chuckles, bends, then strokes her head before giving her a peck on the crown of her head and touching her fur. "Congratulations, baby, you will never have to face anything alone again

"Levi! Keep your mouth shut in regards to things you know nothing about!" "It's true. He should have known better than to get tangled up with that old crazy bitty." "First, she wasn't old when they started seeing each other. I would even have taken her to bed if they would have let me. Second, maybe if you got banged now and then you wouldn't be nearly so miserable in life." Eris smiled before she took a bite of whatever it was the fairies served us. She enjoyed being the Goddess of chaos. At least she doesn't look as up tight as Selene does tonight. True to her nature, her dark purple hair that matched her eyes looked slightly disarrayed, though comfortable, in some sloppy hairdo on top of

Still, they kept watching each other. Zeus was lord of the sky once again, but his wife also bore him three other gods: Ares, the god of war, Hephaestus, the smith-god, forger of weapons, and Eris, goddess of chaos and discord, who shrieks beside Ares in his battle chariot. The rest of Zeus's children were born out of wedlock. Three of them entered the Pantheon later.

" [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.

He never thought that maybe, just maybe the gods kept away because they needed the Calibaans to find their strength. After many years spent on consecutive pleadings made by Isi Ala. He met Ngwal Apata, the God of the Rock. He was the most aggressive of all the gods and was never worshipped by the earthen because of his unfriendly attitude. His feet and hands were rocky but his face was like that of the glowing moon. He rarely laughed or smiled and has no friends either. Seeing that no gods came to the Calibaan's rescue, he decided to usurp the opportunity.

"She isn't crowned yet." "Were you crowned the King of Lust?" Eros froze. He never was but still he was called that. His voice faltered "Queen Persephone, my greetings. I am Eros- the god of Lust and Love." he finally greeted the enchanting beauty sitting on the throne as she was born for it. Big, dark wavy curls falling on her waist were making her seem more exotic then she was. Petite, small, delicate beauty but her aura screamed power...of fury, she was a warrior.

I wondered what he was a god of, and who was his mother? Artemis laughed, "Eros, I don't think anyone needs your services around here." "As my mother is important, so am I." "Eros? The god of sex?!" I blurted out, jumping up from where I'd seated. "Who is she? And I'm not 'the god of sex' like you say it." Then his voice changed seductively, " it's Eros, god of love, and sexual desires"

she begged, tracing a hand over her trembling, wet chin. I didn't bother answering. I simply hauled her up by her hair and dragged her brutally across the mattress. I ordered her to get on all fours, her ass hoisted high in the dead center of the bed, her face hovering over the edge of the mattress. Now, it was time for her to savor Saul. In the underbelly of the club, he was known as EROS—the god of love and desire. He moved with a more sensual, deceptive tenderness, while I, Ares, was the raw, unbridled brute. It was the exact reason our joint scenes were so intoxicating.

A pulse rippled through the air, distant, low, but unmistakable. Lyra straightened. “That wasn’t creation.” “No,” he said. “That was anger.” By the time they reached the lower valley, the gods had gathered in a circle of fire and moonlight. At the center stood two of the eldest: Eros, god of Flame, and Miren, goddess of Silence. Eros’s voice cracked through the night. “Why should we bend to her?” Lyra stepped into the light. “Because this world breathes through us all. If we burn too bright, it dies.”

I walk around, the phone high in my hand to receive at least one signal bar. “Mom?” Eren calls. “Mom?” He repeats. “Not now Eren.” I ignore him, still trying to get a signal. “Mom!” He cries out more urgently. I immediately turn to see what’s wrong with him, but I drive into a stonewall chest and meet with a pair of long lashed turquoise eyes. My breath stops and my hand tightens around my phone. Those eyes. It’s him. (δ้vδ้)