Alcmene Hercules Novels & Stories

I couldn’t help but ask myself the question again; ‘Just what are you, Adrian? I watched the Gods and Goddesses in front of me. I only recognised Morpheus among them, and he was in his original costume this time... My eyes found two smiling Goddesses who looked pretty pleased to meet me. I had the feeling that they must be Athena and Persephone; friends of Nemesis, according to Artemis. One of them was tall and slim, had bluish green eyes and wore a suit of armour and a golden helmet. I had no doubt that she was Athena, the Goddess of war and wisdom.

"Let's give it up... to the Herald of Dexo Fernia, the shadow assassin! The daughter of Hikaris himself… VERONICA!" Chest out, shoulders back, I walked out of the dark and turned my gaze to every corner of the coliseum, and with a devilish grin on my lips, I raised my weapon and they screamed my name… just how I want them to. "And her challenger..." the announcer paused for a while, I crossed my arms and everyone went silent, patiently waiting until, "another daughter of Hikaris, the Mistress of Dexo Fernia, Elspeth!"

“But guess what, you know this mysterious young alpha from the Hart family right?” “You mean alpha Lucien?” “Yes, I don’t know what she did but she managed to hook up with him and now she is shamelessly clinging to him.” “How can she have no shame? But I have heard that, that man Lucien is very powerful and very ruthless. If anyone dares to play tricks on him, they will die without knowing how!”

she replied. “ Get ready to have your mind blown away.” he added, smirking. ~~~~~~~ Aly sat on her couch with her eyes glued to the TV. Was she seeing and hearing right? Bazyli, a multi tycoon in Greece?! How? When? The Bazyli she knew was a bartender, not what she was seeing and hearing.

That not all people you meet are good people, that not all the smiling faces you see means they are friendly to you. The room fell silent once again, the tension palpable. Cepheus stepped between us, his protective stance unmistakable. "I won't tolerate disrespect towards my mate," he growled, his gaze sweeping over the gathered pack members, his once mesmerizing blue eyes is now a shade of blazing red. "Callista is the Alpha Female, chosen by the Moon Goddess herself. Anyone who questions her place here will answer to me." My mate is the most feared Alpha for a reason. How can I forget that? He was so nice, so gentle to me, he didn't show me this side of him. His unforgiving, dark and bruta

I did not lose my memories due to an accident. It was all because this was my last cultivation before ascending as the Moon Goddess. My mother is the current Moon Goddess—the one they all worship. The pain, the betrayal—it was all a test. And I believe I have passed. Selina Lancaster is dead. They will never see her again. A long, deafening silence filled the void before I finally found the light again. The first thing I saw was the vast blue sky and the soft pink blossoms of a tree swaying gently in the breeze.

“Another charity case.” “Leave her alone, Cora,” another girl spoke softly from behind me. She had kind eyes. “I’m Anya.” “Selene.” “Don’t mind her,” Anya said, nodding towards Cora. “She’s just pissed she’s not in the Alpha’s bed anymore.” The Alpha. Our Alpha. The one I was here to serve. “Is he… here?” I asked Anya that afternoon as we polished an endless stretch of gold staircase “Who, Alpha Kirion?” she laughed. “Gods, no.”

Without her, both my mother and I would have died that night. I was born with golden ichor in my veins. That was the King’s blood, and it meant I was no ordinary mortal but a demigod. My mother held me and wept for a long time. “Hebe,” she said, “you have divine blood now. That means you will never die, doesn’t it?” She did not know. The ichor could not save me. The year I turned three, Hera’s nephew, a demigod boy named Alcyoneus, fifteen years old and built like an ox, came upon me on the Sacred Stair of Olympus. He asked whose daughter I was. I said I was Semele’s daughter.

No time better than the present. A tall dark haired woman appeared, swords in hand. “You have decided to train in the arts of war. I am to be your guide. I am Alke, daughter of Cybele, grandchild of Zeus and Gaia. I will be your guide and trainer from this point forward.” Her wings spread as she floated above the ground. The twins nodded towards her. The walls were lined with training weapons.