Eris Vanserra Novels & Stories

Not because he was fat or he had a dead brother, not because he was weird or he had a nickname that mocked his entire identity. Because she didn’t care about all that. She knew he had fallen for her and she helped him out of it. To fall for another she couldn’t see. Irene. Katharina Stones. She couldn’t see but only believed when she was faced with the truth. That she was real. NOW And she looked up from the text she was about to write to Sally. She had gotten her new number from her best friend, Jeffrey. And after two years, she was actually willing to make amends. To finally embrace the person she was in Rennè.

When he got to Vespera, she was asked which cartoon character she really loved and she replied: "The Goddess from the Sinbad cartoon." Ezekiel’s eyes twitched. His fists tightened and his hand holding the phone shook. The voices from the device only sank into the background of his mind as he stared at the smiley Vespera with less subconscious. Lorna's favourite character was also the Goddess Eris from Sinbad, Legend of the Seven Seas.

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High-backed and carved from pale ash wood, its etched with runes, binding and eternal. Eris herself is a study in quiet authority. Draped in a dark robe that whispers against the floor as she moves, her demeanour is serene. But her dark eyes, honed by centuries, flicker with a power that makes even the bravest hesitate. She smells faintly of sage and lavender, a grounding presence in the tension-heavy room. Her face is unreadable, but her stillness is deceptive; every tilt of her head, every narrowing of her gaze, is calculated, dissecting the room with precision. None of their stares weigh on me the way Cade’s does.

“And you haven’t even properly apologized.” The air thickened, like wolves closing in on their prey. I could feel Vespa pacing within me, her fur bristling, lips curling in warning. Call her, Vespa urged. Let them hear her lies for themselves. I took out my phone, dialed Eris’s number, and switched it to speaker. She picked up quickly—her voice soft, syrupy, laced with smugness like a wolf who thought she’d won. “Vera? Oh. Is it because you found out Cain is here with me? Are you angry?”

Her pink lips then turned into a small smile as he averted her eyes from the people to the priestess in front of her. “I am Eira,” She introduced herself, “the nymph of the Yuver trees.” “Her Goddess, Yuvera, is currently occupied for a very important matter.” Eira informed in a sweet tone. “I heard your prayers and I am here to reassure you.” “The affairs of the forest will be taken care by us forest spirits and her goddess. The clan of Yesenia is not needed.” The spirit girl added. “Of course, it will be immediately taken care by thy Great Goddess, Yuvera.” Lady Yesenia agreed. “However, the house of Yesenia can not help but worry for the forest’s condition.

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.

Eros sighed, and I nodded. As we headed up the stairs, he turned to me and said, “Erin is a Clurichaun, a solitary fairy that asked me for a job many years ago, and she is feisty and can cause mischief especially after she is deep in her cups, so be leery about roaming around late at night because that is when she indulges in her whiskey. I believe that she's already into her cups.” “Okay,” I replied and watched Samson rush past our feet shouting excuse me.

Lena's POV. “Hello, ma'am,” the doctor waved his left hand, and felt my pulse with his right hand. “How many fingers am I holding up?” “Can I get a name? Can you speak?” He continued, not even giving me a chance to think or respond. He suddenly stopped and pointed a little fluorescent light in my eyes. I squinted and groaned inaudibly from lying stiff for far too long. “Four, My name is Lena, and I think I can… talk,” I replied in a second, gulping as the man behind him moved closer and fixed his gaze on me.

“I hope that you are pleased, my Elder…” At this, Varek smiled. Feeling like an accomplished footman, Eryndor continued; “Finally, my gears of waiting have ended. The vampires can now rise to where we were supposed to be!” Varek’s brows rose at the statement and he stared down at Eryndor. “What do you call yourself again?” He asked, his voice a heavy distorted version of our combined tones. Eryndor’s cheeks burned with pride as he straightened up even further. “I am Eryndor Dasilva, always at your service…” He said with an extra bow.