Eris Morn Novels & Stories

“God… Riri… that’s — ahh — please…” “Call me Eris,” came the command again, cold and sharp as glass. Aria’s breath caught. “Eris…” The name seemed to awaken something in the dream — in Eris. The very space around them pulsed, reality bending inward as Aria broke again, her back arching high off the bed as pleasure surged through her like a flood. She cried out, sobbing her goddess’s name as her body seized and trembled in Eris’s arms. “That’s it,” Eris whispered against her throat, voice honeyed frost. “That’s my love. Cum for me again.”

Iris is waiting for Morris near the same place where she met him. Her palms are sweaty and she is tensed. Eros explained who Morris is and to which race he belongs. She doesn't know much about the people of this world. But based on what she understood, they can be dangerous. Before knowing who Morris was, she was not this scared. But now, their mere thought makes her shiver with fear. Even though Eros wanted her to agree to go out with Morris, he was not at all willing to let her go when the time came for her to come here. She doesn't want to come either. But the lives of hundreds of Were warriors are hanging in the air. So she pretended as if she is completely fine with the idea of going on

"God… Riri… that's — ahh — please…" "Call me Eris," came the command again, cold and sharp as glass. Aria's breath caught. "Eris…" The name seemed to awaken something in the dream — in Eris. The very space around them pulsed, reality bending inward as Aria broke again, her back arching high off the bed as pleasure surged through her like a flood. She cried out, sobbing her goddess's name as her body seized and trembled in Eris's arms. "That's it," Eris whispered against her throat, voice honeyed frost. "That's my love. Cum for me again."

I freeze, brows knitting. "Is something wrong with him?" I ask. Before she can answer, my father's personal assistant appears at the doorway. "Sir, your father will see you now." "Thank you Ranti" "Ahh, ahh—the star of the show! Welcome, sir, please have a seat!" my father mocks, his voice thick with sarcasm. "No need for the theatrics. You called me here, and now I'm here. What do you want?" I glance at my phone and notice a notification about Ere's new outfit launch—a fresh men's wear line crafted from yarn and wool. I scroll further and find her holding up one of the pieces, eyes bright with excitement.

But today, her focus was off, and she knew why. It was a Dragon Moon--just not for their kingdom. Rather, the kingdom directly to their north, Hightower, would be forced to make the sacrifice that night. Every time a Dragon Moon rolled around, Nya found it difficult to concentrate, even when it wasn’t her kingdom who would choose someone to be taken by the dragon. Just the idea that the bastard would be flying through the sky, filling the air with shrieks and fire, claiming another innocent life. Even if it wasn’t a citizen from Frindom, it was a person who would be dead soon enough, someone who was blameless, and that wasn’t right.

Golden irises, speckled with silver, landed on me, but her face was a blur. My blood runs cold even thinking about it. She said something about the weapon… Yet I cannot remember what. I try to drag the image back, but it slips like smoke through my fingers. All that remains is Eris. Always Eris. The goddess who wants the world to burn, and she just might succeed with a demigod gathering an army in her name. I grit my teeth until my jaw aches, willing the memory to come back, but it dissolves anyway. “Damn it.”

You have the abilities, and I know you would use them to fight your way through all this. "Serbian and the others can't stop your love nor dim your light." After a quality time spent, I left my parent's house and drove off to my apartment in the city. Feeling relieved and reassured that all was well. *** MOONHUNT OF LYCANS "Friends, family, children of the moon," Serbian's voice boomed from the top of White Rock, his presence radiating power and authority. "We gather tonight, as we always do, to witness the moonhun of this month."

Yet here, in this room, a different chorus flickered to life. --- Back in La Paz, Raven tracked the faint pulses through his device. He frowned, adjusting the dials. “Caracas. Quito. The signals are faint, but alive. The chorus is spreading.” Sophia stood beside him on the terrace, the night cool against her skin. Lanterns still dotted the mountain passes, carrying messengers outward. She exhaled slowly. “And Eris?” “Agitated,” Raven replied. “They’ve increased broadcasts—louder, harsher. They flood the channels with false echoes, distortions of our words. They claim Horizon is a fabrication of chaos, that it weakens the order.”

He tilted his head, studying me, and then his expression changed a bit as curiosity flickered across his face. “You’re not from here. What are you doing here?” I shook my head slowly, my throat was tight. “What’s your name?” For a moment, I hesitated. Then, before I could even think about it, the words slipped past my lips. “…Davina.” The name felt different this time. Like it was something new and real. And for the first time, it didn’t feel like a curse. I was happy. Eris’s POV I perceived a wild scent, it was unfamiliar but covered with something… different. Not quite rogue, not quite pack. It was a mix of exhaustion, fear, and something else I couldn’t place. But it was definitely delica

He was resplendent in his ceremonial attire, his eyes fixed on the horizon where the golden disc of the sun was being slowly, inexorably devoured by the encroaching moon. A collective gasp rippled through the crowd as the world plunged into an eerie, midday darkness. It was a premature night; stars blinked into existence, shivering in the sudden, biting cold. To the superstitious, it was a terrifying omen of divine displeasure, a harbinger of doom. But for Elena, it was simply the elegant mechanics of the universe—a celestial reminder that even in the deepest, most suffocating shadow, the light remained, waiting patiently to return.