Eris Serenity Novels & Stories

Crystal: “I don’t need or want your protection, nor will I wear your collar. I am not a dog that you can lead on a leash - and if you don’t take it off, I will figure out a way to get it off on my own!” Eric: “You’ll regret it if you do.” “I doubt it.” Crystal laughed. She turned to Serenity, and she was about to say that it was time to go, but the words caught in her throat. While she’d been arguing with Eric, her friend had taken a seat, and now she was eating. On her plate, there was a salmon steak, asparagus, and basmati rice. “You traitor!” she hissed. Serenity looked up, and there was a guilty expression on her face. “I’m sorry,” she said. “But look at this food! How can you resist the

: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.

"The bad energy is strong, but it will be gone soon. I promise." Shaken, I retreated. I couldn't fight her physically. I had to understand. I focused not on attacking, but on listening. I pushed my awareness towards her, past her polished surface. The flashes were jarring. Raw emotions, jagged images. A deep, bitter resentment towards our mother. A burning fury—she had been passed over, deemed unworthy of the Siren's legacy that flowed in our veins. And then, a hungry need—a vision of me, of Elara, our potential power swirling around us like a visible mist, something she desperately needed to grasp, to claim, to consume.

The mocking sound echoed sharply off the stone walls. "Seven thousand years..." He shook his head, stepping toward her and extinguishing the tiny flame between two fingers. "Seven thousand years... for this? What an extraordinary waste." He opened the Black Ledger one last time, writing with slow, deliberate strokes: Experiment 773. Awakening Result: Common Fire Authority. Conclusion: Failure. The book snapped shut with finality. "You can hardly remain "Experiment 773 forever," he said, looking down at the kneeling goddess. "From today onward... your name is Nysera."

"Right now, if you hit me with that hammer, my real heart will stop. We are flesh and blood. And the Admin is trying to erase both of us." Brog lowered his hammer slightly. The sheer weight of his new consciousness was clearly overwhelming his processing subroutines. "What do you want from us, Player?" "I want an alliance," Ren said. He projected the holographic map of Aethelgard into the air between them. He zoomed in on the digital representation of the Aegis Umbilical—a massive, glowing blue root that snaked beneath the virtual continent. "The Admin is sending programs to delete you," Ren explained, his voice turning tactical. "They call them 'Erasers.' They will sweep this zone and forma

Eros sighed, and I nodded. As we headed up the stairs, he turned to me and said, “Erin is a Clurichaun, a solitary fairy that asked me for a job many years ago, and she is feisty and can cause mischief especially after she is deep in her cups, so be leery about roaming around late at night because that is when she indulges in her whiskey. I believe that she's already into her cups.” “Okay,” I replied and watched Samson rush past our feet shouting excuse me.

He’s sweaty as fuck and his eyes are turning from their usual blue to his wolf’s gold This is not looking good. “It’s me, it’s Dr. Eris.” I mutter. Serena scoffs from the passenger seat and I glare at her. “Eris?” he calls and I nod before flashing him a reassuring smile. “You’re okay.” I mutter. His eyes slowly look around the car before it lands onto Serena and I dart my eyes at the two of them. “I remember it now.” He groans, pushing himself up from the seat. “You remember?” Serena smiles and moves closer to him. What is happening?

I stepped back. “Eira…?” My voice cracked. She stepped forward. I backed up more—until I nearly stumbled into Serik. The others had caught up, but none of them dared speak. The air had thickened. The stars above turned. I couldn’t look away from her eyes. From what they had become. “Serik?” I called, backing away slowly. “What’s happening to Eira? Is the moon goddess doing this?” “Eira… Eira is the moon goddess.” Serik replied. “The moon goddess has already manifested in her. I fear we might be too late.”

now, carrying that unmistakable scent of salt and distant tides. She stood at the far edge of the stone expanse, facing the horizon as though she had been waiting for us long before we arrived. Up close, her presence was neither overwhelming nor meek. It was composed. Her silver hair moved freely in the wind, and her bare feet rested against cold stone without discomfort. When she turned, her eyes settled first on me. Recognition flared instantly between us, not dramatic, not explosive, but undeniable. “You hold it well,” she said, her voice calm and clear. “The veil.” Kael stepped slightly forward, not blocking me but positioning himself unmistakably at my side. “State your purpose,” he sa

"I am Vladimir Boa, the beta of the Havoc Moon pack. I am in charge of knocking some things into our Alpha's head and helping him guide and guard our territory." "My name is Okao Villa, the gamma of this pack. A pleasure to meet and officially know you, Luna," the guy with a beard and mustache said. She smiled sweetly. "T-Thank you and my pleasure to meet you, too." "So, are we going to do the mating process now?" Renata giggled.