Where Did The Phoenicians Originally Come From?

"I only want you, Theia. Always have always will and this shall never change. How could I ever want another when I possess the one I solely exist for?" "Phobos," I call his name fondly a need to hug him and breathe in his calming scent surfaces. "I do not wish to treat you like you are made of glass because you aren't. Your body was made for me and it can handle everything I choose to give it. And this I will prove it to you." "When?" I ask breathlessly as he ultimately turns around to meet my curious eyes. Golden rings outline his irises his beast announcing his presence and they stand as one before me. A wicked smile paints his face with a flash of canine displayed to me. A promise he gives that I will be ruthlessly devoured. "When I fuck you senseless." ~~~ After years of excruciating loneliness, Phobos approached me. A frightening beast, my soulmate who emerged from within the bounds of a ruthless storm. The male I yearned for. He caught me off guard and I was under the spell he cast through his ocean eyes. A spell I couldn't defeat and that very moment I knew I was in trouble. The second our eyes met I knew he would bring me endless heartache. We were childhood friends, him and I. Phobos the gentle juvenile I grew up with vanished and was replaced by a cold-hearted barbarian, he terrified me as he killed many with a blink of his eyes where his beast was often in control surging forward consuming his senses. They were equals. How can I connect with a beast like him? How could I make him call me his? How can I love my childhood friend who has become a monster?

My husband Hades gave another woman my birthday celebration. Then he gave her my mother’s brooch. Then he let our son call her home. Nympha was the flower spirit who had grown up beside him. The healers said a curse was killing her, and she had only six months left before she disappeared forever. Hades said he only wanted her final days to be free of regret. So I was expected to be generous. Even when our five-year-old son, Eren, curled up beside her at the hearth and whispered that she felt more like home than I did, I still told myself he was only a child. Then one night, I heard him say to Hades, “Nympha is so gentle. So beautiful. I wish Mother could be more like her.” Hades only smiled. “Your mother is strict because she wants what is best for you,” he said. “But if you like Nympha so much, I can let her stand beside you at the family altar. She can bless you like a second mother.” That was when I finally understood. My husband had already given her my place. And my son had accepted her there. So the next morning, I placed a marriage dissolution agreement before Hades. He signed it without reading, because Nympha had collapsed again and he was desperate to reach her.By the time he realized what he had signed, I was already gone. If they wanted Nympha to be the lady of the Underworld, I would grant them their wish. But why, after I left, did Hades tear the Underworld apart looking for me? Why did my son cry himself sick, begging for the mother he once pushed away? And why did the dying woman they protected so carefully suddenly stop looking so fragile?

Thousand years ago, the great and powerful city of Atlantis existed in all its full glory ok Earth. Today, Atlantis is but historical ghost and the only remnant of the myth of the lost Nation is a girl called Ava.

Zeno: I was born to inherit the sea, Poseidon’s power. A House. A title. An arranged marriage. Children. A life shaped by expectation instead of love. Then Mitha returned to the Capital with fury in her wings and the Underworld at her back, no longer the hatchling I once saved, but a harpy guard sworn to Hades. I should have kept my distance. She was forbidden, bound elsewhere, and impossible to claim. But Olympus could call her demihuman, scandal, mistress. None of it could make her any less mine. Mitha: Zeno was the first Olympian boy to look at me and not see a monster. He saved me when I was a hatchling, then Olympus took him away and taught me exactly what creatures like me were worth. I survived, found the Underworld, and pledged my life to Hades. Years later, duty dragged me back before Zeno, now Lord Poseidon, married, untouchable, and still looking at me like I mattered. Loving him would betray every vow that made me. Letting him go might destroy what little softness I had left.

Phelan, has always lived out of her pack. She has always been possessing werewolves traits but hardly did she realize her full personality, just because she was half human. Her parents, Ozouf (god's wolf) and Viv (human) Met at an unknown occasion. Which was as a result of conflict of power in Ozouf's pack, he decides to leave, meeting with Vivian who became his mate. They therefore lived outside Ozouf's pack and became rivals to his pack. Phelan grows knowing she was never a wolf, until when she became 18, and she became mature, suddenly she begins to develop sense and heat towards Edon, an Alpha from her father-rival pack. Which she strongly believes is her mate. Her father Ozouf never tells her about whom she really is, and instead hates her because she was borne a girl while he expected a baby boy. Things becomes hard for Phelan but eventually through the help of her mother, She happens to be closer to Edon her mate.

Yesterday was history; tomorrow is a mystery and today? When a rebellious child fought with dad and left his home; he came to his grandfather's house; news flashed on tv, the seven big holes found by the scientist on the earth; ancient and believed to be created by aliens or by the fallen angels. He didn't believe any of this; there his grandpa told him a life-changing story. With one condition; he allowed him to ask only three questions. The story begins when the seven angels were thrown down to live a human life; evolved themselves. What happened when they mated with the daughters of humans? Did their children lost their lives; or they become the origin of all mythical creatures like the werewolf, vampire, dragons, sirens, Nephilim. Are they still alive or killed by the prophesied flood as justice to the human race. At last, who is waiting for its salvation; wanted to return home. Join the journey of the fallen angels who supported the wrong wicket one; came to spend their life on earth. Yaahadana, the strongest of all; Naksh the moon lover; Dev the mind controller; Quasar the manipulator; Lohit the lover of elements, and lastly Zayaan the protector of the human race.