Eris Greek Mythology Novels & Stories

“What do you mean that his name would have been a huge giveaway?” Ryker let go of my hand as he opened the door and held it for me. I got inside and looked up at him, waiting for his answer to my question. “In Greek mythology, Erebus or Erebos is the personification of darkness and one of the primordial deities. The pack was led by a dickhead who wants every member of his pack named after Greek gods or goddesses or at least have their name mean something in Greek.” Ryker rolled his eyes, clearly finding this to be ridiculous. “Other than that he also has every member of his pack whose surname does not start with the letter A change their surnames. And just now you told me that your friend’s

Nysera: The Goddess of Secrets Volume I – The Forgotten Goddess Chapter 4: Ashes of the Forgotten ​Names had power—or so the priests often said. A god's name was etched upon the glowing Pillars of Heaven, spoken in the prayers of countless mortals, and remembered long after kingdoms had fallen into dust. ​Nysera's name had received none of those honors. It had never been carved upon the Pillars, no heavenly bells had welcomed it into existence, and no worshipper had ever whispered it in prayer. It had been given for only one purpose: to remind her that she was nothing.

Although he was standing at a distance from me now, his piercing gaze was sizing me up, as if he was collecting all the information of my past by just looking at me. “Are you from Blood Moon Pack, Erasthai?” The inhumane touch in his voice hinted towards his feral side, his interest in me was questionable. Perhaps he was surprised that I wasn’t branded as a slave. Then it occurred to me, “A free omega must be called an Erasthai in his pack. He must be from south, where they use different terms for the ranks in packs.” But his query flashed the scenes of my mortification across my eyes, where my ex-husband betrayed, banished and tried to kill me. My throat tightened up; my voice was barely ab

Many were holding pickaxes and shovels, digging at the surrounding rocks and ground while women wearing skimpy outfits with tiny black wings attached onto their backs lashed out at the men, occasionally whipping the men's already feeble bodies with the long thorny whips in their hands. "Where am I? Didn't I die? Is this hell?" [You've transmigrated into a young man's body in a parallel world called Fiore. In this world, the Gods had either all died or were captured by the demons.] A mechanical voice sounded. "Whoa, who is speaking to me?" Alex looked to his surrounding frantically, surprised by the sudden voice. [I'm the Eros God System, created by God Eros during the War of Genesis waged be

Then he took it to Vivienne. She read it. Set the paper down. I looked out the window. "Eros," she said. "Yes." "Zeus is sending Eros as his emissary." "Yes." She turned from the window. "Not a warrior. Not a legal officer. Not a political instrument." She held his gaze. "The god of the bond." "Yes," Magnus said.

One of them was rumored to have ties to the God of War's lineage in the divine realm. To ensure we passed the important visitor's inspection, the old priestess selected only the most thoughtful and observant teachers to accompany them. I should have been Pythia's first and most perfect choice, but to the young teacher's surprise, I refused flatly. "I have to go deep into the valley to gather herbs that day. I won't be going." "Oh," Cleia said, a little disappointed. "I hear the God of War, Aresios, is devastatingly handsome and his divine might is awe-inspiring. He is the new God-King. Don't you want to catch a glimpse of him, Elara…?"

He also had it enclosed with high-curtain walls that protect her from getting seen when doing rituals and offerings. Esper glimpsed at the moon—full and cloudless. Good, the force of darkness is stronger tonight. In the middle of the garden, there’s an ancient stone caldron. She took a big handful of powder inside the small pouch and sprinkled it on. A mushroom of fire blasted, blazing enormously. She could feel the heat caressing her unblemished cheeks. This can’t flinch her, instead, she looks closer to the fire. There are three wandering shadows. 'My love is here,' Seros announced.

Every immortal had been invited to share in the glory. Except one. Far beyond the warm glow of the feast stood Eris, the Goddess of Discord, her rage burning hotter than the fires of Hephaestus. To exclude Discord from a gathering of gods was foolish enough. To insult her publicly was unforgivable. While laughter echoed through the grand columns, Eris stepped silently into the fringes of the celebration. With a cruel, elegant flick of her wrist, she tossed a single golden apple into the center of the room before vanishing back into the shadows.

I mumbled softly and heard Faro snort in sarcasm. “Hold on a second. What did you mean by Eros's marking me as he is…as he is what?” I questioned and his eyes danced in merriment. “Tess, Eros is a DEMON! In hell, he has horns, hooves, and a pointed tail, and to mark you, he must be in his true form,” he chuckled at the look of disbelief I had on my face. “But he's so handsome,” I muttered in befuddlement.

I spin around to find a woman I haven't seen before coming around from the side of the house. She is tall and thin. Jet black hair and milky white skin in stark contrast. Her eyes are a fiery red which is the only difference from her brother. She looks just like Thanatos. “Eris.”