Aeneid Book 8 Novels & Stories

For the first time, the Devourer's calm expression changed, and it took a single step backward. Nyxar noticed immediately. "It fears it." Selene's voice echoed faintly from the collapsing temple: > "The Eighth Path... is something even the Devourer cannot predict."> Aiden looked at the glowing rune. "I still don't understand it." "You don't need to," Killian said, resting a firm hand on his son's shoulder. "We'll discover it. As a family." The Devourer stared at them in silence. Then, without another word, it raised both hands toward the dying Blood Moon.

I read it aloud. Dante strolled over to the shelf and returned with a book with the same word as it's title. It was a more recent book. He flipped through the pages and stopped. "The Menae are fifty children of the moon goddess and the human king Endymion, the modern time say they represent the fifty months of the Olympiad cycle." he read aloud. "Let me see that," Axel took the book from Dante while Dante went to get another from the same shelf. We all started searching for books that describe the Menae.

His mouth tilts up in the corner, giving me a sharp grin. “No, no.” I shake my head, my hair falling in front of me. “Homer, he wrote in The Iliad about the natural gases that sprout from the cracks of limestone in the mountains near Olympus. He called them ‘the fire which never goes out.’ I think that’s you.” I recline from him, letting my head hang back, my hands still resting on his chest as I roll my body, experiencing something that feels out of my control. I’m flying, soaring above the clouds.

Even Kylie's eyelids that were still tightly so closed on there made Isabel, Arther and also Izzy really feel so wonder about it at all right now too. “Venit. Vigilat. Sensit autem minime. Est ignis multus nunc circa nos. Unusquisque in tantum erat eiulare, et auxilium aliquod petere conabatur, sed homines qui ibi videbant, modo callide riserunt. Ignis nondum exstinguitur. Vivamus est. Ignis in hoc se rursus suscitat. Ignis accensus est... iam non terret... vigilat e somno suo...”

Did something go wrong with Heather? “Hadrian! Let's duel next time we meet!” I turned around and left quickly. I can no longer feel the presence of those with me here but I feel a strong presence. I don’t know who it came from but one present is no doubt Augustus. I don’t know who was with him but I’m only sure of one thing. There would be a war here and it could be turn into worst. **** Theo's Point of view

“Bravest strongest and arrogant Bashful proud but diligent The un-vanquished city shall be his grave None but a sacrifice to Gods could save The Slayer of Knots would die by, A disloyal Ganymede on day nine: The cursed city would weal havoc A Golden Age would break forth The fire would spread through Hella’s heart A clash of two heavens would cause the spark On the month of Daesius , die or do your part.”

The rock formation where the opening is, where Crimson came through was two hundred and forty clicks away, only a mile from where I remember Inanna and Conri faced Aodh before. I looked to the sky; the day was fading as the sun sat high above - its last effort before it began to sink. “We march come first light, get the word out.” This was it. This was the end whichever way the gods favored, come tomorrow or the next, one side or the other would win.

Behind her, the valley answered too. *End of Chapter 89*

*Caleb* I am enjoying my small-time relaxing as I caress Meadow's arm while we relax next to one of the waterfalls; we had an intense morning with meetings, and after lunch, this was more than needed. Meadow has been nervous for a few days, and so have I, but I know I need to show her how strong we can be. Aeneas was very surprised to see, thanks to Caliope, everything that we went through. He has been quiet and has tried to come up with solutions. But it is hard to come up with a solution against something so intense and immense.

“Sleep, little one. Rest. This is beyond you. I will not let you be broken.” Fiona’s eyes fluttered shut again, though tears clung to her lashes. Nyktorion’s gaze lingered on her, dark and unreadable. “She suffers for us,” he murmured. “She will live because of us,” Selene countered, though guilt still threaded her words. --- Beyond the walls, the earth stirred with unrest. The armies Bryan commanded spread across the land, sniffing for weakness, for the scent of prey. His men hunted with precision, wolves and soldiers alike, eager to capture what they did not fully understand: a vessel carrying a divine child.