Eris Morn Novels & Stories

We cautiously approached but before we could reach the door, it flew open and a team of huskies poured out into the snow, yipping and jumping among Makya’s team. “HEEL! Come on you hooligans!” barked Eris stepping out. Eris was a lanky fellow, who had turned twenty last summer. At 195 cm, he towered over my 173cm, and even over Makya. I smiled up at Eris as he pushed a windblown black lock of hair back behinD his ear where his long curls hung. “Hello, Eris. We didn’t expect you to beat us.” “Well, Dekota got the itch to come sooner, so we left last night. We should have only been an hour behind you but we decided to cut across deer run to get here.”

Only a matter of time. Le temps nous le dira. * TWENTY FOUR HOURS EARLIER Her hair stood on its edge as the sound of the sirens drew closer. She couldn’t believe it, in a moment of a panic attack— —that she was finally caught. It had been barely two days since she left Nick and her clothes were torn and drenched in last night’s rain. She was only admiring how well the sun had risen that morning and now, she had her name being held from a distant megaphone.

The thoughts made me giggled in the air. Shortly after I had adjusted to the circumstance, I found myself moving into a partially collapsed factory and my eyes fell on Rikas, fighting with a few Erisian creatures. The Erisians were the ugliest species dominating the purple Kingdom. They had fat heads, with an enormous belly attached to their malnourished legs, which made them looked like some pregnant trolls. They keep long, dirty fingers and never care to wear some clothes to cover their green butts.

Chapter 36 — Kane's POV The room fell into a heavy silence as Selene studied Aria. Her eyes—a complex mix of silver and midnight blue—seemed to look through Aria rather than at her. “Who are you?” Aria asked, breaking the silence in the room. “I'm Selene Nightfire,” she began, her voice carrying the weight of centuries. “The forgotten sister of your mates. The cursed one.” She moved with a grace that was neither. Her movements suggested a being caught between multiple worlds—much like Aria herself.

The unfolding chapters, with Elvie, Elizabeth, and Jasmine playing enigmatic roles, awaited the revelations that Morgana's discerning gaze would unveil in due time. The morning sun bathed the Silver Moon Pack territory in a gentle glow, signaling the beginning of a new day. The pack members were engaged in their usual activities, and amidst the bustling energy, Morgana, the astute witch, found herself contemplating the enigmatic presence of Elvie, the newly appointed secretary.

“But I haven’t properly introduced myself,” said the man in the swivel chair. He rose smoothly from the chair, showing his tall frame, and stepped in long confident strides towards Ella. “Mohred Kazor, CEO of Wyvern Minerals,” he said and almost simultaneously extended his right hand for a hand shake.

The dip of her waist right before meeting her lush hips was an open invitation. I kissed the hollow space. Watched as she slowly came out of her sleepy haze. Blinked up at me a few times. A lazy grin spread over her face and I felt my heart skip a beat or two. "Good morning, sunshine." I drawled, kissing Eris' shoulder blade. She giggled in reply and kicked the blankets off of her legs. The bruises were turning a sickly yellow. Which was good. It meant that it would be gone by the end of the day and we could forget the attack ever happened.

exclaimed Claire. Notus attacked again with a swirling force in the air like a drill bit towards Claire. The woman dodged again, but she managed to launch an attack with Eris's power coming out of her hand. However, Notus again avoided the attack by breaking down into the wind. "Is that all your strength?" asked Notus mockingly. "You dodge like a coward," said Claire as she pulled her strength towards Notus. Eris is also the Goddess of Competition. Claire aroused a sense of competition in Notus's heart.

:Fuck you,: I teased with a smile. He finally stopped in front of a shelf. The label on the side read, “The Gods and Goddesses of The Shrouded Realm.” He looked carefully at the end of each scroll, examining the gold tags that were hanging off of each, until he found what he was looking for. He removed the scroll and unrolled it gently, holding it out so I could read over his shoulder. ‘Eris is the goddess of discord and strife. Eris’ powers lie within her ability to cause rivalry among groups of individuals and induce all forms of chaos and hatred. She thrives on these, as each feeds her power as the discord grows.

Eris lowered his head as he approached the terrified faces. “We don’t need both.” Eris’ deep voice growled out. It was the first time he’d spoken since Rowan came to and he didn’t sound like himself. His voice sounded sluggish, almost like he was drunk. As he took a step forward rowan finally recognized the two faces. It was Elly and her cousin. Mustering all the strength he could, he fought against the wall in his mind keeping him and Eris separate. If he could just get him to shift back he knew Eris would snap out of it. Eris took another step forward.