A Hero's Odyssey Novels & Stories

I found a family. This is my odyssey!

Studying the man's movement, she found every movement of the man was purposeful and graceful, like a predator stalking its prey. “My lord,” Beta Idris called the man's attention towards the appearance of the woman. Alpha Odysseus turned around and his gaze landed on the woman who was fidgeting with the hem of her clothes while looking down at her feet, of course, no one could bear to look at him or even summon the courage to do so. “Look up,” Alpha's Odysseus' strong features were set in a hard expression, his brow furrowed in concentration as he studied her. But beneath the cold expression, he seemed to recognize her.

“And I wish you find your peace, as I will try to find mine.” Max placed his flowers beside her name that states: St. Valen’s Heroine, IRIS DANE ANDERSON

"How could Liam refuse to donate blood to me? He can forget about me ever speaking to him again!" Victor patiently comforted her from the side. "He gave you presents and cared about you, but you never gave him anything in return. His pride as a man must have been wounded. That's why he wanted to use the blood donation to control you. "You're young and beautiful. Any man would be tempted. How can Liam possibly be willing to stay with an old hag forever?" Chloe nodded in satisfaction and snorted. "He better beg me properly this time, or I'll never speak to him again!"

“Oh yeah? What is it?” Hero pulls something from the small pocket of his suit—a folded piece of paper with a drawing he made himself with crayons. It’s a picture of ours little family: me, Freya, and him, standing in front of a house with the sun shining above us. Freya takes the drawing with trembling hands, her eyes glistening slightly. “Hero… this is wonderful.” Hero grins proudly. “Mommy said home isn’t about a place, it’s about the people in it. So this is our home!”

I really think I’ve accidentally gotten high. I’m in the actual Underworld, standing beside Hades and Persephone. We went to literal Greek paradise to find Odysseus. Like, that Odysseus. Hero of the Trojan War. Supposedly one of the smartest mortals who ever lived. Tell me that doesn’t sound like an acid trip. “Why do we need Odysseus?” I ask. “He and Dante are the only mortals who’ve ever entered Tartarus and made it out,” Lord Hades replies. “Dante’s no fighter. Odysseus will keep you safe while guiding you.”

“Is that you have been ditching me? You could have just introduced me to her.” “I know,” Noah sighed, scratching the back of his head. “My bad.” “Anyway,” he continued. “This Ophelia. Ophelia this is my friend Hero.” “Nice to meet you, Ophelia,” Hero said with a smile, if there was ever a grudge against his friend, it was no longer there. “Are you from the pack? I’ve never seen you before?”

Nicholas said still staring at me. I wrinkled my face at him. "Really?" "What?" "That's such a cheesy line and I've read it in too many romance novels to know what it means." | said and that seemed to have Nicholas interest because he sat up from the bed. "Oh yeah, what does it mean?” Nicholas asked with a smirk. I rolled my eyes at his piqued interest. "The hero says something like that to the heroine and she momentarily forgets herself. Before you know it, they are making sex memories."

Narrator's POV He watched her run off in tears and he felt his heart trumble in discomfort. It was never supposed to be like this. He wasn't sure anymore if he still hates the lady as he claims he does, and he knew deep down that she was dangerous, but all he wanted any way was to get closer to her as the day goes. It sounds very stupid, and even to him as well because he was not supposed to feel anything apart from hate for her, but again she didn't wrong him in anyway, or did she?

Professor Damaris also said that every Summoner has a spirit animal who can protect and guide them. The Healing Caste is the sixth caste in the Olympus wherein people like Dr. Foster have the ability to heal and revive someone from death. If not so, others from this caste can create different kinds of potions—good potions to be exact. Professor Damaris didn’t elaborate on it because she said that I’m able to know it soon.