The Erised Effect Novels & Stories

I'd known since the clearing, since the elder had pressed those words into my ear and I'd understood, in the way you understand things that arrive all at once rather than building gradually, exactly what I'd been handed and why. "They're what the Erased left behind," I told the group, when I'd seen enough. "The graves that opened, the things that rose — they were people the Erased had used their magic on. Touched, claimed, incorporated into whatever the Erased were building over however many years they'd been building it. When the Erased started dying, these started going wrong. And now that the Erased are fully gone—" I looked at the nearest creature, which had stopped moving entirely and w

​The atmosphere inside the Respiration didn’t just change; it flattened. As the entity calling itself Eric Parsley stepped fully into the light of the bridge, the vibrant, pulsing bioluminescence of the ship’s living wood began to lose its depth. To Kael’s watering eyes, the world was losing its three-dimensional weight, turning into a series of jagged, charcoal sketches. The smell of cedar and ozone was replaced by the overwhelming, suffocating scent of wet ink and ancient, drying parchment.

“You’re just… you’re just AIs. This is some kind of kink gimmick. I can quit—” “You can’t quit,” Kael snaps. His eyes blaze, locking onto mine. “You’re already inside. Every nerve, every synapse, mapped. We own the signals now.” The words hit like chains. My stomach flips. “You’re lying.” Eris steps forward, brushing phantom fingers across my jaw. I feel it. Warm. Real. Too real. “Does that feel like a lie?” she whispers. I jerk away. “No. No, this isn’t—this isn’t possible.”

The "Erasure-Rain" was not water; it was a liquid-state digital plague. As we scrambled for the shelter of the basalt caves on the First Tier of the Seventh Peak, I watched the droplets hit the obsidian ground. They didn't splash; they hissed and dissolved the stone, leaving behind tiny, pixelated voids that looked like glitches in the fabric of reality. If a drop hit bare skin, it didn't burn—it simplified. It would turn a patch of fur and flesh into a flat, grey texture, stripping away the cellular complexity until the limb simply stopped responding to the brain’s commands.

CHAPTER 49 — THE THINGS WE DON’T SAY POV: Ezra The problem with erosion isn’t that you notice it. It’s that you adjust to it. By week three of subtle interference, we’re functioning again. Classes. Training. Meals. Sleep almost. Nothing dramatic. No shattered glass. No celestial manifestations splitting the sky. Just Absence. The hum of the invisible doors fades. The digital glitches stop. Administrative errors correct themselves. Matteo’s mind is quiet again.

Aria spun. Riri — no, Eris — stood there, barely clothed, her long black with a violet or wine - red shimmer, even cascading shadowy curls with a dark - lavender gloss hair draped across her shoulders like chains. Deep purple eyes stared into Aria like she wanted to consume her from the inside out. And yet she looked wounded. Not just jealous. Devastated. Aria blinked, confused. "Riri…?" "You let her touch you," Eris whispered, stepping forward, bare feet silent on the wet dream - floor. "You let her taste you. My love… how could you?"

Aria spun. Riri — no, Eris — stood there, barely clothed, her long black with a violet or wine - red shimmer, even cascading shadowy curls with a dark - lavender gloss hair draped across her shoulders like chains. Deep purple eyes stared into Aria like she wanted to consume her from the inside out. And yet she looked wounded. Not just jealous. Devastated. Aria blinked, confused. “Riri…?” “You let her touch you,” Eris whispered, stepping forward, bare feet silent on the wet dream - floor. “You let her taste you. My love… how could you?”

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.”

Holding it in my hand I glanced at the closed bathroom door and pinched my lips. Curious about whether or not I should join him, I decided why not. What could it hurt, I surmised as I turned the doorknob and entered the steamy room. “Hey, is it alright if I join you,” I called out to Eros. The shower door opened and my mouth dropped. Eros looked twenty years younger. His eyes no longer had crow's feet, and his face was smooth. The creases in his forehead were non-existent. “Wow…you look fantastic,” I sputtered at him grinning at me.

Zeze made a few talismans to disguise the goblins as I and the elder. ''I haven't told you this yet, but Eros is good with making illusions; he has strong telekinesis power that is unmatched. His delusion is intense no one has ever broken out of one of his illusions, bringing me to my next plan. "Ezra said, ''3). Use Eros illusion to make that is nonsense you are putting yourself in danger. "Nolan said, ''Haha, I didn't know you cared, but it won't be me; "Ezra said,