Acheron Quotes Novels & Stories

A chuckle escaped my lips as I retorted, “Tacha, you’re no friend of mine. State your business or leave.” Tacha nodded, her lips curving into a sardonic smile. Her words were like honey laced with poison. “Ah, Asher, the moonchild who dances on the edge of fate. You seek answers, yet fear the truth.” Her voice carried the weight of centuries, and I found myself wondering how many souls she had ensnared with her riddles. “I fear nothing!” I snapped. “You lie, Asher. You consider me an enemy,” she retorted.

‘Ego voca in quod solis et quod luna, Quod deorum et quod deae, Commodore ut nobis quod imperium, Autem quod terra, ventus, ignis, aqua quod spiritus, Accipere nostrorum sacrifice, Quod sanguis autem quod draco, Praseidio nobis ex quod malum quod minatur ut adducer nobis nocere.’ Seraphina bolted upright from her slumber, she was sweating profusely and hyperventilating. Achilles shifted next to her, “What is it my sweet flower, is everything okay?” He stroked her hair back from her clammy face.

He could still hear the frantic rhythm of his anima electa’s heart as she descended, but this other scent was a siren’s call of immediate relief. Following the increasingly enticing aroma, Acheron moved towards the mouth of the cave. He paused at the entrance, a slow smirk spreading across his lips as the gentle rays of the morning sun kissed his skin. Unlike the other creatures of the night, the sun held no terror for him. In fact, he reveled in its warmth, its life-giving energy a comforting embrace after centuries of darkness. He had always been different, a paradox among his own kind. Looking down the steep incline of the mountain, he saw his beautiful anima electa, a fleeting figure run

She leant over, pressing a kiss to his supple cheek and sighed disappointedly, relaxing back on the chair, her head rested next to Archer’s arm. She stayed there, watching him. His face blissfully serene, she observed the tattoos along the soft planes of his chest, tracing her fingers gently over the words that littered his ribs. “Strength does not come from what you can do, it comes from overcoming things you thought you could not.” Her body relaxed as she read the words, understanding the power they held.

Placing my head in my hands I closed my eyes and listened to the ducks quack, I hear the screeching of impatient drivers pass by. I said, "ego te accipere donum." ------- [Chapter quote: " all the clouds in me are raining"- r.h. Sin]

One of my demon scouts, loyal to me, bowed and said, “Thanatos is not broken. He is worthy. He will succeed, King Hades.” I laughed bitterly. A cruel sound. I expected my demons to laugh too, or I’d kill some of them for not following me. They joined in, laughing horribly, forcing it from deep inside. I turned to Charon. “Thanatos is late. Maybe you can help instead.” “You’re quiet. What’s on your mind?” I asked, watching him closely. “You’re very observant,” I said, praising him a little. Charon sat by the fire pit, staring into the flames, focused.

"You're one of the strongest people I know..." I know that voice, but who is it? Why is it talking to me and causing so much trouble? "Perseus and Achilles are great and powerful, but you are greater and more powerful than they are..." STOP! STOP! STOP! I shout not knowing if I could be heard or if it would have any effect...My wolves are becoming more agitated. Nothing else changes. "You’ve fought, you’ve overcome, and you've come this far with your head held high..." "Alex, Hyperion, myself, Angelica, Samuel, Perseus, Achilles, and a whole pack are anxious for you to recover. If you're tired, just remember these words. You have many people who love and support you."

Lycaon's voice dripped with malice as he replied, "Your existence is inconsequential. You will fade into the shadows, a mere whisper in the vast echoes of time. Your ambitions, like those who came before you, will be swallowed by the abyss. Or on a second thought" Lycaon, with a malevolent grin, seized Deucalion by the chest. "You were a pawn, a pawn that has outlived its purpose," Lycaon sneered as he drove his shadowy appendage through Deucalion's chest, piercing his heart. A ghastly silence filled the chamber as the life force drained from Deucalion's eyes.

“Of course. Your mate! It's so nice you could join us.” “Akira run!” “Orion? What's going on here?” Something felt off, she could feel it in her spine for some reason and it felt familiar. "Dea, exstingue te! Corruptio tua sit, tua vita finis sit. Deos et mortales, omnes te despiciunt. Pereas in tenebris, et oblivio tua sit aevum." (Goddess, extinguish yourself! May your corruption be, may your life be an end. Gods and mortals, all despise you. May you perish in darkness, and may your oblivion be eternal.)

To Cecily's terrible looks, Luciana answered, "Lay out the world a superior spot, regardless of whether it takes me to hellfire. I will agree with the evil spirits in the event that it assists me with making new paradise." "I'm remaining also; I didn't come this method for surrendering. "I need to be Ithea's next champion," Jalon expressed. Everybody realized the childish person just thought often about himself and could never favor anybody except if it helped him, so his reaction didn't get a very remarkable reaction.