Eris Serenity Novels & Stories

Blood lust is the only thing the room could feel, one of those arrogant sirens his mate, how absurd, he feels no connection with any of them rather than wanting to tear them apart. “Sirens?” Arnoux asks, bringing Dean’s anger and bloodlust down, “in land, I haven’t seen any since her majesty the siren queen died.” “For good reasons, I think they should stay at sea,” Dean snorts, “they are savage creatures.” “You really need to fix your darn attitude; your mate could be a siren.” He sighs thinking about the possibilities of one of those sirens being his mate, if it is true, it better not be that Avisa girl, even her name makes his heartbeat fast, with anger he assumes.

I frowned and turned to him, only to be laughed at. "Good luck with the admissions test," he said before turning to the window and fixing the bag he was carrying. There was an ISM badge on his uniform, which is why I couldn't help but sneer. "I'm about to get off," he whispered softly to himself before turning to me and holding out his hand, which I accepted. "I'm Marcus Almasan, by the way." I introduced myself to him as "Empress." He smiled sweetly at me, which made his dimples appear. When the bus stopped, that was the signal for him to get off the bus and finally walk towards the wide gate where the university he attends is located.

“Tonight, I’m going to destroy Judas Romanovski.” A shiver ran down my spine, mingling fear and disbelief. “You’re insane. If Judas finds out about this—” “He won’t come,” he interrupted smoothly, taking another step forward. I shook my head, backing away. “What… what are you saying?” His eyes darkened, and he reached out, his grip cold and firm as he took my hand, pulling me closer to him. “Come with me, Sera,” he murmured, his voice like a shadow seeping into my mind. “We don’t have much time.”

Sera: “She didn’t want to be unlocked unless I was ready to become her.” Lucien (firm): “Then we find another way.” Sera: “There isn’t one. I’m already halfway down the path.” Meanwhile – Eclipse Core – Global Broadcast Room Marcus stood before a new interface. A map of Sera’s public decision patterns glowed across multiple nodes. Marcus: “There she is.” A hologram of Elise’s last Phoenix dataset floated above his palm. Marcus (to his engineers): “She won’t unlock the full neural echo willingly.” Engineer: “Then what’s the move?”

I could see Boris's smug grin falter for a moment, and whether it was due to my lack of enthusiasm or the underlying tone of indifference in my voice, I couldn't tell. Count Gaius cleared his throat, pulling my attention back to him. "And lastly," he nodded towards the female wolf in Kinnison's embrace, "we have Eris Gravemaw, the eldest daughter of Leon and Trisha." Unlike her brother, Eris exuded tranquility. Her eyes reminded me of the sun, shining with warmth and peacefulness. She had her arms wrapped around my brother's neck, holding on tightly. The sight of them together felt wrong in some uncanny way, like a painting disturbed by a single errant brushstroke.

Emerson POV I woke to silence. Not the hollow quiet of abandonment, but the kind that pressed gently against my senses—measured, restrained. The bed beneath me was warm, the sheets impossibly soft against my skin. For a moment, I didn’t move. Then memory returned in sharp fragments—the drink, the spinning lights, Ryder’s voice cutting through the noise, his arms around me as the world fell apart. I pushed myself upright slowly, my head throbbing but clear enough to think.

I froze. My hands trembled as I lowered my body back into the seat. “I told you to sort it out. If she slips, you’ll deal with it. He can’t afford another breakdown.” Breakdown? My breath caught. There was silence. Then another voice. Softer. Controlled. Maya? “We’re crossing lines.” I couldn’t hear the response. A door shut a second later. Footsteps receded. But the damage was done. Maverick Grey. Still pulling strings. Still trying to control everyone

But even Eris’ bridge crew had never seen her so angry - it was so palpable that they literally shivered at their stations. With her vision a complete blood red, Eris leapt up from her command chair and screamed into comms. Whatever she shouted out seemed to be a mix of insults and threats and commands. While she raved on, she stomped across the bridge floor and smashed her fist on a few consoles. Her sheer strength tore through the metals with ease and rendered those terminals useless. Whichever techs or analysts that were sitting there simply ran out of the bridge in fear of their lives. “Enact plan zeta!” she screamed with fury. “Fire every beam we’ve got! Erase every goddamned thing in e