Romans & histoires Eris Morn

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.”

The Man Who Should Be Dead Eris’s POV I woke before dawn, and the ache in my bones was sharper than the cold biting through the hut. I lay still, thinking about how I was almost gone, how the great Alpha Eris would’ve been a history. Damn you! Elenore. I cursed. I shut my eyes in hurt, listening to the quiet breathing beside the hearth, reminding myself that this…this fragile, borrowed life was real. Maera stirred as I sat up.

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.

When he got to Vespera, she was asked which cartoon character she really loved and she replied: "The Goddess from the Sinbad cartoon." Ezekiel’s eyes twitched. His fists tightened and his hand holding the phone shook. The voices from the device only sank into the background of his mind as he stared at the smiley Vespera with less subconscious. Lorna's favourite character was also the Goddess Eris from Sinbad, Legend of the Seven Seas.

“I’m sorry your human spirit is too stupid to take a hint.” “HEY!” I huff in Lavender’s mind. She huffs at the woman, who snaps her fingers with a thunderous boom and turns into a wisp of smoke, disappearing out of sight. “Our sister. Eris, goddess of chaos and strife. We wanted to give her a chance.” Clotho turns back to Lavender. “Now, pay attention before you fall back asleep, dear. You won't be here when you wake up.”

I kneel in front of her and face her. “Mother Superior” I called her “How did I get here? Who brings me here?” I asked her “A man brings you here” She answered without a hesitation “And did you remember who that man is?” I asked to hope that she would remember. “He looks like a gentleman… tall, thin, neat…---” She said; she paused and looked away. I know she is trying to remember who and she looked back at me when she remembered. “His name is… is… Ervin Ross” She answered that it made my eyes grow big because I didn’t expect the answer. Why will Ervin bring me here? I asked myself. He is one of the reasons why I became an orphan. Is this their plan?

Another day has come, sunlight seeps through his window as his gorgeous blue eyes squint. "Master your breakfast is ready," Fafnir said as he open up the curtains. The garden outside looks lush as ever, as fields of furze, bushes of different colored roses, and beautiful yellow dahlias make the sunny day jollier. Justine smiled and slowly sit up. His unsettled bangs are pushed back complimenting his sea rover-blue eyes and bristly eyebrows make Fafnir wonder why his good-looking master never gotten a fish in the sea. 'Oh yeah, the unsettling bangs' he said to himself

Eris’s hands reach for the knob and she open the door granting them an entrance to the room, she is carefully placed on the bed and the moment her buttocks touch the soft paillasse he let go and turn away to leave but already sensing this Eris pull him back in an instant with force and made him land on top of her while her upper body lie on the bed. Eris is aware of this rarest opportunity of hers and she isn’t ready to let go of it so the moment his body hit hers, so does her lips touch his soft palate and it hangs on to it not letting go.