Eris Vanserra の小説・ストーリー

Mia was shocked, reason was the girl recognized her through the ugly girl facade she had been keeping for so long. The girl chuckled "Should I tell you a secret?" "Tell me, I will keep it for you" Mia said happily waiting for the girl to spill. "Raven has saved me before and there's something that Raven has that you have too. You are the same person" the girl pointed out. Mia seemed interested in knowing about this girl's observations. For all she knew, no on can tell her disguise was fake. "This birthmark on your wrist." She revealed. Mia quickly withdrew her hand back to her pocket surprising the girl.

We cautiously approached but before we could reach the door, it flew open and a team of huskies poured out into the snow, yipping and jumping among Makya’s team. “HEEL! Come on you hooligans!” barked Eris stepping out. Eris was a lanky fellow, who had turned twenty last summer. At 195 cm, he towered over my 173cm, and even over Makya. I smiled up at Eris as he pushed a windblown black lock of hair back behinD his ear where his long curls hung. “Hello, Eris. We didn’t expect you to beat us.” “Well, Dekota got the itch to come sooner, so we left last night. We should have only been an hour behind you but we decided to cut across deer run to get here.”

The thing was technically an experimental weapon, and was prone to shredding opponents with devastating ease. Eris herself was a woman in her 40s. Her hair was a wild red, but had a grey streak going through it. She was tall, strong, and taut. In one hand was a ripe green apple, and in the other was the dagger she was slicing it with. She ate a slice just as the shadow came up beside her. She quickly smiled at his presence. “Templar Valos!” she said jovially. “What brings you to the bridge today? I hope you’ve some wonderful news to share.”

Erik's smile turned into a smirk as he stood up from the chair. "I know someone, but it will take a day for us to get there. He lives in the Rubrum mountains. We can fly to Viridis valley and hike from the small village." I had never heard of these places before, let alone been out of our pack territories. I knew of different countries and cities close by, but this was somewhere far away from our pack. "When do we leave," Greta asked excitedly, jumping up and rubbing her hand together as if she had just made the devious plan.

Most of them smiled, a few waved, and one elderly woman selling herbs pressed a small bundle into her hands. “For strength,” the woman said, her eyes kind. “You’ll need it, marked one.” Before Selene could respond, the woman had shuffled back to her stall. “That’s Grandmother Eris,” Kira explained. “She’s been alive for like two hundred years and knows everything about everyone. Also makes the best tea in the territory, though it tastes like dirt and regret.” “Sounds delightful.” “It really is.” They stopped at a tavern that looked like it had been built sometime during the Bronze Age and hadn’t been updated since. The sign above the door read “THE HOWLING BARREL” and featured a picture of a

“Give me a moment to wash up and change. I’ll meet you shortly.” Astrid offered assistance, but Erika declined with a polite smile. “Thanks, but I can manage.” Erika chose a simple outfit: high-waisted khaki trousers, a plain white T-shirt, and a light cream cardigan. She paired it with white sneakers, a practical yet presentable choice. When she joined Astrid at the back door of the mansion, the maid led her through the olive garden. Beyond its silvery-green expanse, Erika caught her first glimpse of the swan pond. The water sparkled under the morning sun, and elegant swans glided gracefully across its surface. Low flowering shrubs and neatly arranged stones adorned the banks, framing the s

Maura’s jaw dropped and the boys’ eyes widened with shock. "What?!" exclaimed Noah in disbelief. "You’re lying. You’re just saying that to protect that pretentious Cass," he added. "How dare you?" scowled Cass lunging at Noah. Maura embraced the enraged Cass trying to hold her back and pacify her. "Her words hold no lie. She is Eris: the goddess of discord, bringer of strife, and queen of Asphodel," convinced Lethe. "And who the hell are you?" Noah asked in hostility.

Her fingers glowed faintly, that greenish colour that formed the bubble that shielded Eris. My heart skipped a beat. “You saved her… You saved us?” I mumbled. “I'll never do anything to hurt you… or let anyone cause you pain,” she mouthed. “I love you…” she said lastly before I saw the light drain from her eyes as her skin sizzled. “What happened?” Vanya screamed as she rushed towards Earis. “I'm okay…” Earis responded as she wrapped her hand around Vanya. Everyone ran towards us. “We all need to leave. We need to get back to the Mansion. If these attacks continue the school might be destroyed,” I said, closing Celeste's eyes.

With that in mind, I turn my attention back to Eris, who is still standing in front of me with his arms outstretched. “Nice to finally meet you in real life...so about that hug...you want to come over here?” he asks softly, gesturing for me to step closer to him. I walk towards him hesitantly, feeling a mix of excitement and nerves building within me. “It’s strange seeing you in real life,” I tell him. “But you’re just as pretty here as you were in my dream.” He laughs. “I’m pretty, huh?” “Very.” Eris wraps his big arms around me and pulls me close, his embrace warm and comforting. I breathe in his scent, a heady mix of earthy musk and fresh air, and feel myself relax in his arms.

"You are a very annoying person, you know that?" "I know," He replied, nodding. "Ares, baby!" "From Mafia King to baby—that's new." I snorted resulting in a glare from him as we both turned to look at the person who said that. "Vanessa," Ares acknowledged the woman with blonde hairs. She was wearing an extremely revealing dress also, reminding me of Dana. "It's Vandetta." She corrected and I held in a laugh at the name. "Right, Vandetta. What do you want?"