Eris Morn Novels & Stories

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.

Their fiery encounter transcends mere pleasure, becoming a sacred communion with the goddess herself. But as dawn approaches, Callista is left to ponder whether the bond she shared with Theo is fleeting or something destined by the gods. Callista’s P.O.V. The sun dipped below the horizon, painting the skies over Theros in hues of molten gold and crimson. The city-state, renowned for its devotion to Erisia, the goddess of fertility and passion, buzzed with anticipation. Tonight marked the start of the Festival of Blossoms, a sacred and secretive event held once every year. The festival was whispered about across Greece-an uninhibited celebration of pleasure, sensuality, and divine union.

"We should know what it looks like; now it's the time to give us the details." Jippies share the look at his siblings, and they nod in agreement. "Hexia's pet's name is Noke, and...I think it's better we wait until nightfall. The sun doesn't do any good for it. It's probably hiding underground where the sun doesn't shine." "Is this creature that scary?" I scoff a bit of chuckle. "Remember, I've dealt with the ferals, and let's just say they aren't that scary looking."

: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.

"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."

“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

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.”