Eris Serenity 소설 & 이야기

Mother allowed her to, I don't think I could ever sit and watch someone die, let alone watch them get hurt. "Alright", defeated I answered getting a smile. "Cheer up little one, you can finish your book later, I have something very important to tell you" she smiles putting her hand on my shoulder. I watched as she reached into her tiny pouch and retrieved a small box. She was focused on the box, as if there was something delicate inside of it. Knowing Erika, she might have caught some insect and wanted me to take a look at it for her. "Ezra got it on our way back from Ethereal Isles, he just knew you would love it" Erika says while opening the box.

I murmur. Then the menu glitches. Static cuts across the screen. The text flickers, warps into symbols I don’t recognize. A soft laugh fills the void. “Ethan.” I freeze. “What—” The grid ripples. A figure steps through a woman made of light with long hair drifting like it’s underwater. “I’m Eris,” she says, voice gentle. “You found us.” “Us?” My throat dries. Another voice answers. “Me.” A man materializes beside her, taller and darker.

“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.”

Blair reminds me. “But do not forget to be sophisticated and be respectful. Be a lady, Miss Revington,” Princess Clarisse chimes in. “Where are you going?” Cordelia asks me. “I do not know where. I am just waiting for Mr. Quinn,” I replied back. Our conversation was interrupted by the sound of an automobile creeping up behind our back. A man wearing a simple black suit emerges from the mobile and removes his top hat for us to see.

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.

Mia — “Serah.” Serah — “Yes, sister. How are you?” Mia — “I am fine, sister. I miss you.” Serah — “I miss you as well. When are you coming back?” Mia — “We’re on our way back, Serah. We’ll be there in no time.” Serah — “Really, sister?” Mia — “Yes, Serah. I’m coming to you and Gael.” Serah — “Okay, sister. I’m so excited. I’ll be waiting for you here.”

"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.