Novelas y relatos de Alcmene Hercules

"I'm not an ordinary human, you guys are wrong. My name is Arlcia, I am Del Luna." Everyone except the lycans was stunned to hear that. What's more, Romeo and Neron were quite surprised to hear that. How could a goddess stray to Earth and become the wife of a lycan leader? "Liar! Prove it to us!" Cia was quite surprised when Luna Alena screamed, what's wrong with that woman? Why do you hate yourself so much? However, he tried to ignore the thought. With definite movements, Cia makes water drip from the sky one by one. At first, it was just a drizzle, but after a while, it seemed to fall. Everyone's eyes glanced around intently, only they weren't exposed to the air. It's like there's an invis

Francesca just stared at her, waiting patiently for the explanation. Gianna smirked, "My name is not Gianna. I’m Veronica Hermosa, an archdemoness of Hell." "What?" Francesca's brow furrowed. This sounded like a joke. But Gianna did not give her time to process it, just continued saying,"I’m a refugee from another universe. Don't ask why I became one, it's a long story. In any case, Hecate, the lunar goddess of the underworld here, helped me escape. She draws her power from you, too, as the mother of witches. That's why in return for her help, I need to make sure that you become Selene."

“Longer, miss. I’ve worked here as his housekeeper for the last five years. I’ll get you water!” “Oh, what’s your name?” I asked, liking her chatty nature. I could make friends with her and get to know a lot about my captor! “Stella Hawkes! I know you’re Hermione Averoff!” I gasped at the way she pronounced my full name. I hated it. “Please call me Hera. I hate my full name!” “Why? It’s so exotic, a symbol of intelligence in our era! Hermione was the daughter of the Greek messenger God, Hermes. I’m sure you know that already!”

Haven is oblivious to this as she was still not of age. Alena grinned. The Moon Ball was just a day away. So finally after tomorrow, the two of them will find out and everything will be fine. Alena had really overestimated Haven just by her looks. The rogue had a goddess-like-body. Her body was fully loaded — with all the curves in the right places. Frankly speaking, of all the were-femmes Alicia knew, Haven had the greatest body of them all — even more than Natasha who was considered a beauty.

“I know that there things you can do that no one else can. You have abilities that most Lycans don’t.” Elsbeth looked at them both for a while before sighing. “What’s yer name, lassie?” She looked at Melissa. “My name? Melissa.” Melissa was a little taken aback at the abrupt change in the conversation. “An’ Melissa, what do ye know of the daughters of Hecate?” Elsbeth’s strange eyes almost seemed to glow. Melissa blinked a few times. “Hecate? As in the Greek goddess of witchcraft?” “Somethin’ like that, yeah.” Elsbeth motioned for her to go on.

I knew that scent. "You’re thinking again, Alaeric," Selene said, her voice smooth and confident. I sighed, turning to look at her. Selene was beautiful, everyone said so. She was a powerful she-wolf, a warrior’s daughter, and she had been trained since birth to be a Luna. On paper, she was perfect. Marrying her would bring peace to our borders and give my pack the stability it needed. "The Elders are asking for a date, Alaeric," she continued, stepping closer.

“Hey, if you don’t mind me asking, it might be a bit too late but what if… what if you introduced yourself? I mean its kind of being a jerk not even saying where you are from when you practically know all about me” “I apologize” his voice was low and velvety, causing the familiar shiver to run down my spine. “I am Alpha Ronan Keyys” i felt my blood flowing as I looked at him, unable to believe my ears. “I…” I gulped, not wanting to believe what I was hearing. There was rumoured to be another Alpha from the Keyys family. Maybe… maybe he was the one? “From the Moon wood pack” Hee said finally, clearing all doubts. I felt my face go pale as he spoke.

He gave me a soft smile, making me return a shy smile. “You know, in Greek mythology, Althaia was the Queen of Calydon, and a woman of fierce passion. She is celebrated in an ancient story about the fate of her son, Meleager. When he was born, the Moirai, or the Fates in English, came to foretell his future, and they predicted he would die as soon as one of the sticks in the fireplace burned out completely. When Althaia heard that, she pulled the stick from the fire, put the fire out, and hid it in a safe place.”

“Is she Yntreia, the future Queen of the pixies?” The princess was already awake. Caeruleus carried her closer to the Queen. “I am glad to finally meet the new Queen.” “And I to you. If you need my help or advice, please don’t hesitate.” “I’ll keep that in mind.” The Queen turned to the merman, “And you are?” “My name’s Caeruleus, my Queen. I’m from Atlantis.” He smiled. “Yes. I reckon the eyes and smile familiar, the salient feature of the merclan.”

That alone is enough to let Auntie Charlie deflect them with her shield without getting scorched. Then—another goddess appears beside us. It’s hard to look at her, not because she’s frightening, but because she changes. One moment a young woman in blue. Then a pregnant mother in red. Then an old woman cloaked in black. Hecate. “We’ll handle Alecto,” Hecate says, gesturing to the insectile one. “You all take Megaera.” She nods toward the others sprinting across the bridge—Meredith, Gael, Hakeem. Nora, Edward, Jareth climbing the stairs. Citra, Michael, Jaiden exiting the tunnel. And behind them—Isaac, Lacy, Odysseus.