Alcmene Hercules Novels & Stories

I looked in the direction of where Amara was, Helena was conversing with some people while my daughter looked at me in fright, her face ashen in fear, she had definitely seen him too. "And who might this lovely lady be?" He asked Lycus pretending to give me a look of admiration, "She seems fit for a King." "Ah yes." Lycus nodded in pride, "This is my mate Nyx Evander." He introduced me, "Hermosa, this is Alpha Titan, Alpha of the coremoon pack." "Pleased to meet you, your highness." Titan smiled taking my hand, his touched burned me bringing back memories. He brought the hand to his lips dropping a kiss on it and I wanted to retch, "You are one gorgeous lady, isn't the king so lucky?"

Why does that sound familiar? She gazed down at the cat while it laid perfectly still in her lap, racking her brain to recall why she knew that name. An image flickered across her mind. It was quick and blurred. She shut her eyes and started to pet the cat once more. The image came again, this time it slowed and not as blurry as before. It was the night she had met Hecate, along with two other Goddesses at her back. "Selene. Goddess of the Moon and..."

Her pointed ears twitched slightly as they stuck out from her parted hair, it was a unique feature that she always attempted to hide as only those from the Fae bloodline possessed uniquely arched ears. “You dare summon the blood of Hyperion?” Alcine asked in a calm voice as she approached Anele. “Who do you think you’re talking to, Alcine, you’re just a mutt being used by my parents,” Anele sputtered as she glared at her. “My name is Aine of Hyperion,” Alcine said as her voice grew cold. She gripped Anele’s chin roughly and dug her nails into the newly terrified girl's skin with her crimson blood falling from her fresh wounds and seeping into her dress.

"No, but I know Marcus is here. I just met him a few days ago. I presume you know him, right?" In response, Anton nodded while lowering his head once more as if hiding something. She asked Anton once more, gradually losing her patience, "Sir Anton, what do you really want to say?" She nevertheless made an effort to smile in front of the elderly man. Anton exhaled deeply. Althaia smiled as he finally started talking. Althaia's previously bright expression darkened upon hearing Anton's revelations. She clenched her fist and felt her muscles with rage. Hera is now in Duncan Mills, according to Anton, and she is looking for Calista to convince her to depose her as their tribe's queen. She couldn

she pushes his hands away and turns to face him. "You obviously don't know anything do you? Not only is Elena a descendant of Artemis due to my blood line, but her father was half angel. Her blood alone is strong enough for me to become powerful enough to get me to be able to finally undo the damn spell that casted me out of Selene's realm. Needless to say the blood that runs through Alarick's veins. There has never been a werewolf more powerful than him. His mother is also heir to the tri-moon goddesses. My aunt Hecate is his mother. Without his blood, I cannot overtake her. She is the keeper of all the gates to the realm, much more powerful than any other. The only one more powerful than H

“Movies, Baba. Have you got to one where Persephone is kept captive by Hades in the Underworld yet?” He picked up one from the top of a pile and handed it to me, grimacing. “She also mentioned that Hercules has a secret love affair with Persephone and that she claims that her name is Megara. She didn’t even get the hero’s name correct! Heracles, people! Heracles!”

“So, she is part demon? One of Dante’s sprogs that slipped through the net?” “No,” Lucas leaned forward to rest his elbows on his knees as a weary sigh escaped him. “Atlas and Amos don’t have wolf spirits remember? Chloe does; Hecate.” “Hecate? What kind of name is that?” “It’s the name of a Greek goddess. As far as we can tell, only the Wolfe line has a wolven spirit with a Greek name. Even Sierra and Alvaro don’t have them. So, how come she has one?” Lucas raised an eyebrow, hazel eyes darkening as the questions piled up. “I think we need to make a call.”

The fire glowed brightly under the full moon shinning down, the soft voices of children hushing one another trying to hear the old woman who looked like she would die at any moment. Alma is the descent of the first “Protectors”, she is a powerful witch and a seer who has aided and helped win so many wars against the forces of evil. Alma is a living legend, it is said she had an encounter with the moon goddess Selene. She now resides in the most quiet and smallest pack, known as the Silver Pack.

He loved his wife and baby , and living a peaceful life with his sweet little family . Alina : Hercules’s younger sister and the best friend of Avni , in looks she stole all the features of Anjali , we can say that she is the exact copy of her mother but by nature she is bubbly , naughty and childish girl who loved to annoy his brother and his best friend Liam .

He had no idea, but he found himself saying, "I can fight." She nodded, finally looking away from him. "Good." They all began talking as soon as she turned away from him, Leonidas learning their names in quick succession. Hercules, he was a Zeus Familia and from the way he spoke, a High Family. The girl on him, Aellai, Artemis, he was not sure what she was or not. Then on another log entirely, two other people, Odysseus, a Poseidon Familia and Dido, an Athena Familia.