Eris Morn Novels & Stories

You can do this. "Good morning, my Lord." I bow just slightly – enough to show respect for his elder status, not enough to suggest submission. "I trust the moon blessed your rest?" His eyebrows rise slightly, but his reply is courteous. One small victory. "Well, well." Eris's voice carries perfectly. "Someone's been practicing. How... quaint." She glides past in a dress that probably cost more than everything I own, positioning herself near Alaric as he enters. I maintain my posture, remembering Iris's lessons about not showing weakness.

“Who is it?” Mira swallowed. “It’s Eris.” Eris—the harbinger of fractured bonds. A spirit of betrayal, once a woman cast from her coven for trading souls like currency. She had been banished to the space between realms centuries ago. Nobody. No voice. Just echoes. Until now. “I didn’t want to bring her back,” Ivy whispered through gritted teeth. “I didn’t know. I—I just wanted Asher.” “You created a crack,” Mira said grimly. “And she slithered through it.”

ERIS. “…if you hear me, come back to us, Eris, for me…” the name was on my lips. I wanted to speak, I wanted to say the words that were in my mouth. I wanted to call out his name, stretch my arms, and reach out to him. I had seen his face in my dreams, smiling at me, teasing me, and how ugly I looked in the sundress. “Eris…” “Is she awake?” “I saw her finger move.”

She quickly stood up, walked to the door, and hesitated for a moment before opening it. To her surprise, Marcus was standing there, and beside him was a stunningly beautiful woman. She had long, dark hair that flowed down her back and striking green eyes that sparkled with warmth. Her smile was radiant, and Lune immediately felt a sense of calm just looking at her. “Hey, Lune,” Marcus greeted with a friendly smile. “I hope we’re not disturbing you.” Lune shook her head and smiled back. “Not at all. Please, come in.”

She’s so far out here that if she screamed, no one back at the beach would hear her. Worst-case scenarios begin to flash in my mind, and I quicken my pace. I can’t see which direction she’s gone in, but before I know it, I’m running. My arms and legs push through the overgrowth and trees, and just when I’m about to call out her name, I burst through a clearing and find Eris standing at the edge of a crystal blue lake, topless. My eyes widen as I take in what I’m seeing, and a second before she’s about to jump in, I rush towards her, screaming her name.

WEDNESDAY They next morning I had gone through rigorous training with Jereum for the entire morning and when I got back I had slept throughout the day. Tia had told me—before I slept—that she would be going to hunt and Jhan had gone for a patrol with Jereum. It was just me and Leya at home. I woke up at three in the afternoon, the sun was shining brightly and all the curtains were closed against the yellow light, filtering it and allowing only the bright white light to pass, not harmful to us vampires.

"Blessed by the Gods of Sun and Moon, Hymir, your glory, and prosperity, Envied by faraway lands, Touched by the blessed hues of the sun, Embraced by the serene darkness of the night, Guided by the wings of Fiachra, May you live long over time." Morrigan started to sing the anthem of Hymir as she slowly lost her voice. She sat on the ground and leaned her body on the mound. She continues to hum the anthem with great familiarity, closing her eyes, her humming fades as she drifts to slumber, her body heavy from tiredness and a slight fever running on her system. Morrigan's body had suffered from drastic changes throughout the week. Her eyes had evident dark circles caused by the lack of sleep

Lethe was confused; clearly she didn’t find her statement humorous because it’s the truth. Ms Reina began to speak, "I’m really glad about the way everyone handled this revelation. It’s now time I tell all of you the truth. As you all know, Lethe here is responsible for reincarnating Eris into me. The reason behind her ploy is because Moros and Eris have struck a deal and decided to raise Tartarus. Moros, being the daemon of doom, thirsts to witness destruction and chaos while Eris, the goddess of strife, can’t wait to see the mortals suffer. Together, they will release catastrophe over the mortal realm. Eris is the key to raising Tartarus; as the queen of Asphodel or also known as Dalaket,

"Well, his last name. His first name is Ramon, but he doesn't like it." Eric walked over and leaned on the car next to Angel and Sarah. He looked exhausted. Sarah rested her head on Angel's shoulder. "Oh, hey," Angel said looking at Eric. "This is Sarah. Sarah, this is my friend, Eric." Sarah held her head up just long enough to say hello. Angel knew Eric assumed she was just another girl he'd picked up. Sarah moved off of Angel and leaned against the car now, but he still held her hand. "Where could she be?" Sarah grimaced.

gurgled the owner while grabed her cell phone, searched for the flat object that had been ringing earlier. “Green Elira Natusha, are you sleeping?” asked the voice calling. Green really wanted to curse the caller, she lookod at the name on phone screen written there “Cherry Blossom.” Exactly, only that woman dared to make a phone call at this early time. With hoarse voice, Green answered Cherry question. "Don't you have a watch, Cher?" “Haha sorry, my watch doesn't work anymore, Green.” Cherry answered the question with a soft chuckle.