Ferris Eris Novels & Stories

“Who the hell is Solaris?” Selene’s name was sacred. But Solaris? The tension snapped like a whip as Tyler pushed forward. “Someone better start talking,” he growled, looking between Chelsea and Tora. “Because that sound—whatever it was—it wasn’t normal. That was a message.” Tora hadn’t moved. She stared at the floor, hands trembling. Chelsea nodded slowly, still pale. “She’s in the divine plane. And she’s trying to reach us—through the bond. Through Selene’s magic.”

And at a time like this? Was he amused? I remembered the reasons I hated this bastard now. “You told them?” I asked, my eyes stinging. I hated that I was acting like a fucking bitch, but I couldn’t help it. Omega hormones were everywhere, and I was panicking so badly my hands trembled. Lucifer reached out and held them, his touch firm and hot against my skin. “Not intentionally, I’m sorry. Please don’t cry—don’t fucking shed a tear.” He tilted my chin up, forcing my eyes to his.

For 18+ readers. (MATURE CONTENT) #1st in darklove #4th in darkromance #1st in pure "Good girl." He praised her and continued to massage her dainty feet with gentle hands. "Will you pull such naughty pranks on your loving husband again?" She shook her head, eyes fluttering down in shyness. She won't dare because she hates it whenever he ignores her and gives her a silent treatment. "I won't, husband." "Good, now it's time for another punishment." ???! "W-What punishment, husband?" He didn't say anything and just pulled her down before pinning her on the desk, half of her body leaned on the flat surface and her bottom perked out, looking inevitable to his eyes.

Helios frowned, his stance tense and waiting. I had seen Helios fight firsthand, and while I hadn’t witnessed any of his magic, I knew the mountainous warrior was a force to be reckoned with. My eyebrows furrowed a little more when I realized Apollo’s suit wasn’t the only one shimmering. Helios and the others, theirs were too. Erebus, with his wheat-colored hair and striking lavender eyes, gave Apollo a pointed look. Cain brushed the midnight locks from his forehead whilst snarling under his breath, “reckless idiot.”

The music was loud enough to cover conversation and the private booths at the back had been designed, whether intentionally or not, for men who needed to speak without being read. The contact was already there when I arrived. A small man named Ferris who moved money between entities that did not officially know each other existed, and who had been flagged by two separate intelligence services without either of them managing to build a case. I liked Ferris for the same reason I liked most useful people — not because they were trustworthy, but because I understood exactly what they wanted and could therefore predict them completely. We spoke for eleven minutes. The arrangement was confirmed. I

Gabriel was trying not to lose his temper, and I had to keep reminding myself why we needed this fae. I led him through the halls and up the stairs to Eris’s chambers. The room had been changed—darker now, as the curtains were drawn, and the air felt lighter. Eris was on the bed, her body was so still, and her face was pale and hollow. Her eyes were empty, staring at nothing. Her skin was almost transparent, stretched too thin over her bones. “She looks terrible,” I whispered, feeling a lump rise in my throat. Sibil stepped closer, then tilted his head to the side and shrugged. “What’s the big deal? She looks fine.”

"Rominic will never do that. He's a strong man!" Ferris looked at me with raised brows. "When Giselle left me after that fight and moved to another country, what did I do?" I shook my head slowly. "That's because you loved her like an obsessed mad person," I replied, understanding dawning on me. Ferris's expression turned serious as he continued, "And Rominic is insane. Even before you left him, we already knew he was unstable. Leaving him and 'dying' just removed the remaining vestiges of sanity in his mind," Ferris shook his head with a mixture of bewilderment and pity. "I thought I was out of my mind after Giselle left, but I realized that I'm in kindergarten compared to Rominic. He's com

Ferris replied coldly, "I needed someone immensely strong to use his spiritual energy to open the Gate of the End. That's why I tested you so much. You didn't disappoint me, which makes me very happy." "Then it might be too early for you to be celebrating," Wilbur said coldly. Ferris laughed and said, "How could that be? Do you think I'd have gotten all of you here if I wasn't a hundred percent confident?" Everyone was shocked. They did not know why, but they were getting a bad feeling about the situation. "Ferris, what are you trying to pull?" Wilbur said with a dark tone. Ferris looked at his feet and said slowly, "The great King of the End is a god in chaos, and I am his loyal follower. I

Eris has live and breathed for the good of her younger siblings ever since they lost their parents years ago, and now she's finally getting to reap the fruits of her labor. When she's finally getting to figure out what she wants in life, she's skeptical. The future is scary, and putting her interests first, for the first time in years feels...strange. When her brother Topher makes her the new CEO, she's like a fish out of water. She has no education, or experience being a CEO, but Topher insists she'll figure everything out, and also hires her an assistant to help her out.

Eris lowered his head as he approached the terrified faces. “We don’t need both.” Eris’ deep voice growled out. It was the first time he’d spoken since Rowan came to and he didn’t sound like himself. His voice sounded sluggish, almost like he was drunk. As he took a step forward rowan finally recognized the two faces. It was Elly and her cousin. Mustering all the strength he could, he fought against the wall in his mind keeping him and Eris separate. If he could just get him to shift back he knew Eris would snap out of it. Eris took another step forward.