Goyre stared in horror at the realization of her terrible mistake. If she had doubts about Phoenix’s godhood before, they were gone as soon as she realized that Phoenix’s blood was the one ingredient needed to create the superhumans Uruel was obsessed with. By ingesting her blood the wolves now shared 1/8th of her powers. The fact that they had transformed into her likeness also meant that they shared her image too.
Furious with herself for her mistake Goyre locked the courtyard door and headed for Eyrotia. If she could not hurt Phoenix now that her anger was still fresh then she would hurt her some other way.
Merea was getting ready for the public execution of Phoenix and Basten when Goyre appeared to her.
“My lady.”
Goyre scoffed at her pretentious submissiveness. “The time has come for you to give the blood sacrifice I demanded in fulfillment of our agreement. Life for my help with your ambitions.” Even though the agreement had been a farce on Goyr
The crowd of people watched withdrawn breathes as Goyre mounted the podium. Basten was on his knees on the podium facing the crowd. At the edge of the execution field, his mother cried and wailed, pleading with the goddess. “My son is innocent!” She cried. “He was bewitched by the cursed princess.” Rudo held her back, his eyes blazing with hate for Merea. How did he let himself become manipulated in her web of lies and deceit in her eagerness to assume the most powerful seat of Eyrotia? How he was sacrificing his son because she declared him an obstacle to her plans. He remembered her words. “Sacrifices need to be made.” He was paying the biggest price for being on her side. Goyre fashioned a sword from her metal gown and held it over Basten’s head. She looked at the crowd gathered. “This is a lesson to everyone who stands against queen Merea. And to anyone who chooses to betray me.” She raised the sword, it caught the sun on its shiny surface. As she
So I didn't want to make this book long. I hate writing long books! So I have decided to stop Phoenix' story here. Book 3 will be coming out soon but it might take a while because I am literally exhausted. I know there are a lot of lose ends in both Phoenix and Cleopoda's books but those lose ends will be tied in the third book since that's the final book in the series. I really feel like hiring a ghostwriter at this point because my arms and creative juices are screaming for help. Hehe. But I'll write the third book soon. Till then...adios
If you are here from Cursed by the Gods: Cleopoda you are very much welcome. And if you're not well I suggest you read Cleopoda's story first. But it's okay if you don't want to since I'll be making sure this book will be understandable to new readers without having you go back to read book 1. Well, here we are in the second book of the series and I hope to make this one better than the first book. I promise not to get carried away like I did in the previous one and I hope to finish this one quickly without dragging the story. So, here you are! Let's dive in!!
Chapter 1The origins Before the reign of man on earth, the gods were known to live in the same pantheon. All gods abode in the same place and then they decided to create man-division began then. It was the will of the gods that man should worship them all since the gods were gifting them the earth as their own, a place for them to live as a testament to the power of said gods. When men began to form opinions about who and who not to worship, causing division among themselves, this, in turn,n caused division among the gods, many of who complained that their powers were draining because the man would not worship them. It was then decided that more pantheons should be created so that some gods would gather their faithful worshippers, make lands for them and be the gods of their chosen people.Though this was a very good decision it caused jealousy among the gods because gods like humans are ruled by their emotions. Many gods with few worshippers rioted ag
Chapter 2For years before meeting Demeus Helena often wondered different life would have been if she had not married Robos. As a young child she often told her friends she would prefer the honor of choosing her own husband rather than having one chosen her but as years passed and her friends began to build homes on Mount Kpamos with their families she started to feel lonely. Some of her friends had even fallen in love with humans and had given up their god powers to live with them. It was forbidden for a god to fall in love with a human, a god could keep a human as a pet since they were mortals and could die but they were never to fall in love with them. In the case where a god realizes that he or she has fallen in love with a human, he would be expected to give up his powers to enjoy bliss with his lover.While all her friends found love she was the only one who couldn’t find any to love her. At a time there had been rumors that some gods were too scared of her strengt
“Who are you?” Helena stood rooted to the ground. The question was a deep growl that sounded like the grunt of an animal. Her lack of response caused the men to look at one another before one of them finally moved to approach her. Survival instincts suddenly caused her to take a step, two steps backward. She almost stumbled but soon she turned around and started to run but she had one gone a short distance before one of the men caught her hand and whirled her around. She struggled against his iron clamp on her wrist but soon realized that struggling was useless since it only hurt her the more. Her wrist was red and she feared it might be bruised. Seeing that there was no escape for her she turned her face away from the men, her heart beating heavily in her chest. “You’re hurting the woman,” someone said. Helena wanted to look. Much as she was scared of what the men would do to her she was still fascinated by the look of them. She was no fool though, s
Helena sat on the sand oblivious to the sweat that dropped from her forehead to her white tunic. She watched while the men worked and as she watched she questioned her decision to wait for the men to finish with what they were doing. What had possessed her to spend more time with them? Was it simply the novelty of meeting people who were so different from the Camelornians or was it the handsome stranger who made her feel things she shouldn’t be feeling? More than once he cast glances her way as though checking to see if she was still there and every time he did that she went weak in the knees. She was grateful to be sitting as she was, it wouldn’t do to let him know that he made her feel dizzy and feminine and foolish. What was it about him anyway, she thought in annoyance.Demeus directed the men on their work. Since the previous night they had sailed into the ocean to fish and to gather salt, the white crystals, from the shore to take back to the village. He cou
Helena once again began the question her decision to follow the men. The son was scorching and her skin itched, the hair on her forehead was wet and many times she had to move it from her face. Sweat poured down her chest and armpits wetting her clothes. She considered finding an excuse to leave the men so she could go back to Mount Kpamos but how was she to do that? Her sight was getting blurry and her head was getting some light she feared she would faint. Contrary to what she felt the men moved on like they could not feel the scorch of the sun and wind. They walked barefooted on the hot sand with quick steps that she was struggling to keep up with. Just when she thought she would faint from sheer exhaustion something cool was placed over her head and a hand was nudging something into hers. She looked up, craning her neck to have a better look, at the white-eyed man who nodded at her as an encouragement to take the canteen he was pressing in her palms. “It is cool