Aphrodite Percy Jackson Novels & Stories

His black leather bodysuit made him look like the sexiest blacksmith ever and his fire hued hair was bedazzling. Across from there sat the other four; Aphrodite goddess of love, she looked like the ideal woman, perfect in every way. She had on a light pink robe and adorned herself with the whitest of pearls. She was breathtaking. Apollo god of the sun, well, he couldn't be seen as he was blazing too bright as all the other gods had to shield their eyes. Hermes messenger of the gods and god of mischief, he was in his usual servant robes but in a more godly form, with his winged sandals and staff.

Her thoughts broke when he pulled out of her, and her panties snapped back into place. He undid the belt, making her hands fall to the side. She lost her balance and was about to slump on the ground, but he caught her before she kissed the dry land, “I got you,” he pushed the hair out of her forehead and kissed her lovingly. She always was able to bring out the best and worst in him. How? How come this tiny purple eyed Greek-goddess has so much power over him? She saw him looking at her like she was the only woman in the world. Athena made no move to react, whores don’t respond, do they? No, they don’t.

Jason finally stood up and saw her smirking, the blades formed in his hands, she frowned, pressure began to slam into jason, it felt like the finger of a giant was intent on crushing him as he gritted his teeth, summoning all the energy he had to withstand the weight, "Where did you get that?!" She said, "None of your business!" he replied attacking, A very serious mistake, Jason was parried and a serious pain took my breath out and made me fall clenching my stomach, she held his hand and saw the bracelet mark, "So you're aethers boy" she said, He glared angrily, his head still reeled, "Now let's start with the introductions" she said, "I'm perilia, the moon goddess and patron of the loup-de

"She looks like she is destined for greatness." The goddess wore a long white tunic, but it was woven of gauzy stuff dyed with the colors of the sunset. It was Aphrodite, the goddess of love and beauty and desire. Persephone could smell her rosy perfume in her lungs and she almost felt enchanted by it. Though her eyes were dazzled by Aphrodite's peerless beauty, she could almost see the look of subtle envy in the goddess' smile. Then she was greeted by Hermes - the messenger of the gods, lord of thieves and travelers, master who could move freely between the worlds of the mortal and divine. He kissed her swiftly on the cheek, causing her face to form a maiden's blush.

I further informed. "Aphrodite, how did you meet this lad?" "I was leaving the theatre and he snuck in backstage, he is quite mischievous." Lydia shook her head, "he snuck in backstage?" I nodded, "you know you are not allowed to talk to anyone," she told me and I sighed. "I know..." "I am sorry, Aphrodite, but it is a pretty daffodil." "I suppose it is." "It is past saving now, I will throw it in the rubbish."

Stepping into the virgin room the door had again opened by themselves for her. Persephone, wife of Hades, was the first Aphrodite's gaze landed on when the doors opened. She had a glass of ambrosia in one hand as she sat laughing at what Venus had said minutes before; one of the virgins braided her long black hair. The auburn reddish colour of Venus's hair was similar to that of Aphrodite. Though Aphrodite and Venus's porcelain skin added to their resemblance, from their rosy lips and cheeks to their height, the goddesses, though similar in appearance, were very different in nature and hardly got along. But it had been a decade and Aphrodite had missed her sister dearly.

I explain. “I like this plan. Which god are we going to get pregnant?” Penthesilea asks. “We are going to target Aphrodite since she is famous for having girls,” I reply. “Good choice. That way we can control the child. Hell maybe even breed with her.” Phlegyas states.

"Apollo, what are you saying? You told me I was the only one who understood your heart. You said Persephone was proud and cold. You said after the wedding, I would still have you." "Shut up," he snapped. Her eyes filled. "You promised me." Apollo stood and slapped her. The sound was smaller than the one he had given me, but it carried farther because everyone was waiting for it. "You clung to me because my light kept you alive," he said. "Do not mistake pity for love. You are a Nymph Demeter found half-dead in the snow. Persephone is Zeus's daughter. Did you really think I would choose you over a throne?"

"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!"

Upon closing his eyes there was the image that kept plastering in his vision and that image was the image of the gorgeous young woman he saved earlier 'So her name was Iris. It was a name for a lost goddess and it only depicts her appearance. She’s a lost goddess inside the market. Though, I think whatever happens afterward will be forgotten by her. She’ll surely forgot that there was someone who had touched her body because of the side effect of the one she took. I knew that because I had knowledge of those. The only thing that I know first is the meaning of the prohibited medicine and it’s side effect, but never the scent of it. It’s just knew to me that, people have something upon their s