Ambrosia Pjo Novels & Stories

The sweet taste of ambrosia still clung to my tongue. Ambrosia... the drink of the gods- from Greek mythology. Why hadn't I remembered that? I'm a complete idiot: I let Corpseboy give me divine booze. Then again, it had worked wonders, banishing my fever completely. Of course, I could just be drugged...

Flameheart dismissed Gunther's worries by praising him. Meanwhile, Ambrosia went back to her lair and started devising a counterattack. "Even if it's the last thing I will do, I am going to strip that puny human of his lofty ego! How dare a lowly creature like Flameheart call me slimy and soulless?" She fumed as she kept pouring different ingredients in a huge cauldron. No one knows what sort of portion she was concocting in such an explosive rage.

Charmine mockingly glanced at them and retorted, “There’s no nutritional value in ambrosia. It’s got too much refined sugar, and overconsuming it could lead to conditions such as diabetes and hypertension. If you wanted something refreshing and sweet but much better for your health, I’d recommend eating more fruits. They’re high in vitamins and are full of natural sugars which are better for you.” Once she had finished speaking, she glanced at the ambrosia and shook her hand dismissively and disgustedly. Tiffany and Veronica’s faces were as black as a kettle. This ambrosia was made to sound like a disgusting dish! They were angry enough to choke her to death, but they were surrounded by peop

Then Drosera began to spread poison from every red-brown feather on the Demon King's body. Asmodeus holds the trunk of Drosera which does not have leaves and branches like trees in general. Only the green stems are cover with fibrous hairs on each stem. Shortly from Asmodeus's hand, fire emitted at first after then the fire came out very small and then enlarged. Spread to the base and ends.

"Seraphina Agni, save our clan and come back safe. We need you, before our clan disappears, please— save the phoenix from crying..."

The skin was smooth and soft, a soothing warmth spread from the contact. He pulled her to her feet, then led Eliza out of the inner sanctum. On a built-in marble shelf—kind of like an alcove of sorts—against the nearest wall, a large jug made from what she knew to be Olympic metal, stood glistening in the gilding sunlight. “The oily substance in this jug is called Ambrosia. I am sure you’ve heard of it?” Apollo asked with raised brows.

turned around and went back to the front door to lock it. After he made sure that their home was secure he continued to run after his sister until he was right by her side. He looked ahead of them. In the not so far of distance he could see the line where trim country grass from the Farmers Open Fields met with wilderness. Such a difference between the two pieces of land. Almost like different worlds. There was a flimsy wooden gate between the farmland and Forest that seemed to be holding the later back from oozing into their village. They had entered the forest quite a few times before and they always entered in the same place right there. Where country meets wilderness at the flimsy gate.

Amaris When I wake next to the creek, darkness has taken over the forest save for the moon peeking through the treetops. Getting to my feet, I decide that I should probably try to find my way back to town. Although, it will likely prove difficult since I'm not familiar with these woods. 'I got you,' the voice in my head says. 'How?' I ask, curious. 'Give me control and I can scent our way back,' she tells me as I begin walking away from the creek.

Jasper tells her, his voice warm and soothing. I am surprised this Love Pack member isn't reacting more to Jasper. Even I can see his friendliness might be perceived as something more...Instead she slips an oven mitt over her hand, and checks the oven. "I don't mind. I love cooking," she tells us. Aria's dark long brown hair is shoved up into a messy bun, that looks like it suits her perfectly. I glance at Jasper, but he isn't looking at me. He is looking out the window, at the snow as it falls. The sky is darkening out there, and by the look that crosses his face, I think he wants to be anywhere but here.