Eritic Story Novels & Stories

And when he’s angry, there’s always a consequence. The lively clamor of the pack filled the courtyard as plates were loaded, and Aristide kept the cocktails flowing. Erika, despite her unease, felt herself pulled into the camaraderie. The stories shared around the table were a mix of outrageous, thrilling, and heartfelt, and for a moment, the weight of Diego’s anger lifted slightly from her chest.

Perhaps I had only felt that way in the past because I was scared of being caught in a lie. “Let’s get back on the road.” Eric demanded, which the warriors immediately responded to. In no time at all, we were all back on the road. This time I engaged in small talk with Eric, just needing to think of something other than what happened last night. We talked a bit about how excited he was to be an uncle. He told me a few stories about some of the mischief his brother and he got into growing up. Then he told me about another brother he had, but he had been killed by a band of rogues. Just hearing the pain in his voice made my heart ache for him.

Eric cried for the first time. And all because of that. ***

she tsked. He swallowed hard. “What happened to Eric?” he asked quietly. I think my mate fucking broke the boy. I looked around and everyone else had the same thought. Holy fucking hell. I loved this woman. We were on the edge of our metaphorical seats. “Eric spent years taking things that didn’t belong to him. He believed that he was entitled to whatever he wanted even if the person said no. Eric never had the winning move because I did. I had the winning move the moment he made his opening. Now, his wolf was ripped away from him, he became human, and then we drained his life force entirely. That’s what people like him deserve,” she told him simply.

Without really thinking, I stood and made my way over. The flames crackled between us, the heat brushing against my skin as I sat down across from him. "You’re not much of a storyteller like Evelyn, are you?" I said softly, hoping to break the silence. Eric’s lips tugged into a faint smirk. "I don't have stories like hers." I tilted my head. "Everyone has a story." For a moment, he didn’t answer. His gaze stayed locked on the fire, watching the embers rise and vanish into the night sky.

Eric warned Ingrid, "Indeed, I was Nathan in my past life. And Jade Fletcher was my wife. It was Thorne who took her away. Now that I have returned, I will reclaim what is rightfully mine." Ingrid glanced at the wall, at those prestigious awards Eric had received, and she never doubted her younger brother's ability to bring back his honors. After all, Eric was truly talented, so young, yet he had the title of a prodigy. Once Eric returned to his position as the Crown Prince, she was also able to rise to power and have complete control. Eric eagerly searched for Emma's home address and then, one evening, he arrived at Emma's house. This was a slum, with garbage scattered everywhere on the roa

Including Vitali’s animai Eric. Eric is fitting in great already and I’m thrilled that Vitali won’t be all alone in the Beta suite. Vitali and Eric have marked each other, but Vitali says they haven’t mated yet, he’s a bit nervous, which is perfectly understandable. There’s no rush so the two are taking their time to just enjoy each other and get to know one another. Either way, Eric has been integrated into our little group as if he’s always been here, and I know that’s made Vitali incredibly happy.

Eric stated "No one has ever defeated him. He is none like others. He is a breed of an almost extinct wolf-like animal. My father used to be the strongest not until the prophecy came and my father tried to kill the boy and got killed by Derrick. I've hated and feared him." Derrick wailed "When I learned that he had separated himself from his family, I began plotting ways to get rid of his son and accomplish my father's goal to secure our name." He added "So what?" Greeta asked

It was one of the best foolish decisions that I have ever made. The thing about Helen Eriksen was that she was utterly beautiful. This was the problem with fighting her; it was also the reason that when you lost to her, you didn’t mind. She was about six inches shorter than I, with short black hair and dark brown eyes. She had a sweet, angular face and looked damn-near otherworldly when she smiled. Over the last few months she and I had become close, more as friends than as lovers, and I in my ignorance of future events had no real reason, to start with, to think that was ever going to change.