Qui A Joué Wonder Woman

I was Apollo’s most devoted follower, the lover he handpicked from a sea of worshippers. With me, he’d always shed his divine arrogance. He was so tender, so attentive. I actually thought he loved me to the bone. Until seven days before our Consort Ceremony, when I used my gift of prophecy to peek into our future together. I expected to see a lifetime of blinding love. Instead, I saw him violently tangled in the sheets with my adopted sister, Cassandra. Wrapped around him, Cassandra giggled. "You're so good to me, my Lord. Thanks to you, I'll finally get my sister's Sight and take her place as High Priestess." And Apollo—my god, my lover—smiled down at her with pure adoration. "Whatever makes you happy, little bird. If it weren't for you, I wouldn't have played pretend for this long, let alone allow her to become a god's consort." In that split second, my heart turned to ash. My faith shattered into a million pieces. With seven days left until the ceremony, I didn't confront them. Instead, I fell to my knees before the altar of Hades, Lord of the Underworld. "I offer you my gift of prophecy. I will be your most loyal follower in exchange for your sanctuary." "Please. Take me away from here. Take me somewhere Apollo can never find me."

They called me weak and my mother a disgrace but after my mother death, my father replaced her with a new Luna and made her daughter the heir he actually wanted. I was nothing but an embarrassment, a daughter he wished had never existed, so I left. I hid my Alpha blood, gave up my powers to a witch and entered the Alliance Academy under a false identity because I thought I was only running away, I didn't know I was walking straight into a war. Five years later, I returned from the battlefield as the War Goddess, commanding soldiers who would willingly die for me then my disguise broke and my true identity was exposed, suddenly everyone who had abandoned me wanted me back but before I could return to the family that rejected me, I was accused of treason. Someone had been using my identity to make secret deals with our enemies and the evidence pointed to me even the man I once loved turned against me, they thought they had finally destroyed me but they were wrong because they didn't know the weak girl they betrayed had already died on the battlefield. The woman who returned was someone they should have feared.

She is not Perfect. And she is not Pure. She is Chaos. And she is Order. She is a Witch. And she is a Goddess. She is cruel. And she is merciful. She is anything you desire her to be. And everything you fear and run from. She can be your Saviour. And she can be your Death. She is a pawn for the gods. And she is insane. * The gods determined her death five years ago, but she survived, and she plans on living long enough to enjoy the life that was nearly taken from her, breaking the laws that keep women from domineering. Leonidas is peace and the only thing that keeps her sane. He is her beginning, and he shall be her end. But she knew that it was all worth it, for his sake.

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.

Oh my, oh my, but have you ever heard the tale of Aphrodite: the Black Star and her beloved, Abigor?