Ferris Eris Novels & Stories

They gasped at the new information. "Unlike Ijus and Leluna, Kaios and Eris are both deities of darkness. But Eris wanted all to herself. Not only the underworld but everything. She wanted to take over the lair. He made something, someone rather that she can use to fight with her. Rowan.

“Hmph. I’m doing what I was born to do,” Eris replied. “What you and I were always born to do.” “What, attack our own allies? I don’t think you understand me as much as you think you do. I’m certainly not that shortsighted!” Eris was immediately taken aback. Her eyes were filled with shock, as though Freya was literally speaking gibberish. “Me? Shortsighted?” she exclaimed. “I’m the only one here with actual foresight! Ever since I saw your little ragtag flock of birds I knew… I just knew something like this would happen. You and me and all the powers of the galaxy in one place.

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.

Eris was a servant who knew a few healing techniques. Like Gaia, she was able to identify the root cause of her father’s demise. When Alpha Prince Felix heard this confirmation, he sent his assistant, Max, to find the cure immediately. “Thank you, Alpha Prince,” Eris told him with her head lowered, hiding her swollen eyes. “I will repay you and serve you forever.” Felix's gaze lingered on her briefly before shifting to the man lying on the bed. “Your father hasn’t spoken yet?” he asked. He had heard the old man had woken, his eyes had opened, but he still hadn’t uttered a single word.

Ellie clutched a sodden map, her knuckles white. “Brazil. Scotland. Japan. Egypt. Rome,” she muttered, scanning Voss’s scribbled notes. “They’re waking up everywhere. All at once.” Dr. Voss tightened the ropes of the sail. Her face was pale but determined. “The Chimera was never singular. It was a herald. And heralds are never alone.” Cerebus stood at the bow, fur plastered by rain, three heads scanning the darkness. Alpha was still. Beta watched the horizon. Gamma growled at the storm.

TRIGGER WARNING: THIS BOOK IS STRICTLY EROTICA. IT CONTAINS HIGHLY GRAPHIC SEXUAL CONTENT AND IS INTENDED FOR ADULT AUDIENCES ONLY (18+). DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE UNDER 18 OR SENSITIVE TO MATURE, EXPLICIT THEMES. "Sassy's POV" I had always been the quiet one on the fourth floor. At twenty-seven, I worked remotely as a graphic designer. I kept my curtains tightly closed and preferred the glow of my monitor to actual human interaction.

“You were here, and contained, and I was the only thing you remembered, and I—” “Eris.” “I should have told you sooner. I should have—” “Eris.” He says it again, the same way I say his name, the way you say someone’s name when you’re not arguing with them. “She is a woman who tried to kill me and has spent eight years building something on top of the grave she dug for me. Everything she says is shaped around that fact.” “That doesn’t mean she was entirely—”

"Did Alexis tell you that when she asked her parents for a musical instrument the only one they could get her was a triangle because she totally sucked at the rest of the instruments?" Alexis gasped outrageously. "I should not have told you that, Meg!" The new girl chuckled and extended her hand towards me. "Meg. The Beta Female. Nice to meet you, Luna." Slowly, my hand travelled up to grasp hers in a handshake that was blissfully short. I looked down as quickly as I let go. "My name is Adrienne. Not Luna." There was a brief silence like she didn't know what to do with that but she quickly covered it up with a smile. "Okay then. Adrienne it is."

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.

“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.”