Eris Morn Novels & Stories

He had checked his profile status and noticed that Rin was no longer a member under his ‘conquered list’, possibly due to Rena’s interference by breaking the Eros God spell. “I’ve heard everything from Rin. A scumbag like you that bullied Rinrin deserve a horrible death!” Rena frowned her eyebrows and hugged Rin’s waist before continuing. “However, there’s something about you. You reeked, particularly your sperm. It reminds me of the Eros God. What’s your relationship with him? Tell me…”

Most of them smiled, a few waved, and one elderly woman selling herbs pressed a small bundle into her hands. “For strength,” the woman said, her eyes kind. “You’ll need it, marked one.” Before Selene could respond, the woman had shuffled back to her stall. “That’s Grandmother Eris,” Kira explained. “She’s been alive for like two hundred years and knows everything about everyone. Also makes the best tea in the territory, though it tastes like dirt and regret.” “Sounds delightful.” “It really is.” They stopped at a tavern that looked like it had been built sometime during the Bronze Age and hadn’t been updated since. The sign above the door read “THE HOWLING BARREL” and featured a picture of a

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.

[WARNING: MAY CONTAIN GORE AND BLOODSHED SCENES] Eris slammed his hands on the desk. These rogues are the sneakiest group he's ever dealt with. Right when he had Iris in his arms this issue forced him to leave immediately. His beast howled missing the touch of it's little human he was uneasy and it greatly affected Eris. They were still trying to get a hold of the Midnight Howler's plans and it's been a few hours already there was no news.

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.”

Eros sighed, and I nodded. As we headed up the stairs, he turned to me and said, “Erin is a Clurichaun, a solitary fairy that asked me for a job many years ago, and she is feisty and can cause mischief especially after she is deep in her cups, so be leery about roaming around late at night because that is when she indulges in her whiskey. I believe that she's already into her cups.” “Okay,” I replied and watched Samson rush past our feet shouting excuse me.

'' Freshen up your mind and think about it'' Noir says then she left . '' I know a place where you can cheer up '' Eris said . '' Where ?'' he asks . '' Come with me '' she took his hand and dragged him . The place they went was in the other side of the town . That is called , the land of the unicorns . The place was covered with thick and big trees red and purple leaves thic and dense atmosphere .'' Why did you bring me here ?'' he asks . '' To show you something '' she smirks . '' WHAT ? he asks .

"Thank you, Aunt Cleo. This means a lot to me." The pendant Aunt Cleo gave Aqua was nothing short of mesmerizing. Crafted from sterling silver, the pendant was shaped like a delicate crescent moon, symbolizing the mysterious and potent nature of Aqua's powers. At the center of the crescent nestled a large, oval-cut gemstone that was uniquely clear, like a drop of captured morning dew. The clarity of the stone made it particularly special, as it reflected Aqua's emotional state, changing color with her mood. Intricate filigree work adorned the crescent moon, with tiny symbols and runes etched into the silver, each representing protection and strength. The craftsmanship was exquisite, making i

As the torture continued, Luna's screams grew hoarse, and her body felt like it was on the brink of collapse. The flames ignited into a maelstrom of scarlet and gold. They licked the edges of her consciousness, each tendril a seductive promise of more torment to come. As the second tendril reached out, a scream erupted from her lips. Merlion was watching beneath her, his eyes wide in bewilderment. The amber light showed even brighter, showing that Luna was still able to endure more. Luna let out a primal scream; Merlion felt it was enough and turned off the switch. Luna's body convulsed, and the flames around her flared brighter for an instant before abruptly extinguishing. Smoke hung in the

High-backed and carved from pale ash wood, its etched with runes, binding and eternal. Eris herself is a study in quiet authority. Draped in a dark robe that whispers against the floor as she moves, her demeanour is serene. But her dark eyes, honed by centuries, flicker with a power that makes even the bravest hesitate. She smells faintly of sage and lavender, a grounding presence in the tension-heavy room. Her face is unreadable, but her stillness is deceptive; every tilt of her head, every narrowing of her gaze, is calculated, dissecting the room with precision. None of their stares weigh on me the way Cade’s does.