Aphrodite Ragnarok Novels & Stories

"I will protect Lyra for all eternity. If I break this vow, may my divinity fall." The vow he had spoken so lightly in love had become his most vicious curse. Apollo’s power began to wane, day by day. His body grew weaker. He knew that if he couldn't find Lyra, his godhood would truly shatter, leaving him a powerless immortal. As he teetered on the edge of despair, an invitation arrived. Hades, Lord of the Underworld, was to hold a wedding. Apollo had no interest, but as he listlessly opened the scroll, his eyes fell upon the name of the bride.

“Rancid left you something.” Nitro stood up and walked to the back of the room and opened a door. He disappeared inside and returned a few minutes later with a large box, one that would hold an expensive dress. He placed the box on the table in front of Jake and sat down again. Jake opened the box and pulled out the black leather jacket. It felt heavy in his hands and he turned it over. On the back, etched onto the leather, was a burning phoenix with his road name, ‘Wrath’, beneath it. Jake swallowed the lump away and looked at Bandit.

My Wereraven Spirit and Lycan Spirit were still fighting. “Adolfa, I am the Wereraven Spirit, the strongest of them all. I am the one that will give you strength, speed, and agility. You must rely on me alone if you want to defeat Hades in the war you are about to face. You do not need that foolish Lycan Spirit’s help. You need only me,” he repeated.

LYRA. I tried to run, but my feet felt heavy as if rooted to the spot. The rogue's eyes gleamed with a feral intensity, their teeth bared in a snarl. I raised my hands, palms facing them, and summoned a weak burst of energy to defend myself. But he was too strong, too fast. He knocked my hands aside and pinned me against the wall, his claws digging into my shoulders. I struggled, kicking and squirming, but he was too strong. A fist slammed into my stomach, and I gasped for air. Another blow struck my head, and everything went blurry. I felt myself falling, but they caught me, holding me up with a cruel grip.

EREBUS Today is the day of the ball and there is too much to do but all I want to do is to lie here and be next to this vixen that the Moon Goddess gave to me. The light breaking in through the windows casts a halo around her and she looks like a goddess herself. Her long, dark hair sparkles in the light and her eyelashes flutter as she sleeps. The runes on her arms that were once black are now a glowing silver color. Every time I touch her body the runes shimmer brightly as if they are emitting their own light. Wrapping my arms around her I pull her in for one last cuddle and her bare ass wiggles against my body. Even in her sleep she manages to turn me on. Slowly and carefully I rem

This courtyard was one of the smaller ones, surrounded by weeping willows, whose branches hung inches above the surface of a tiny pond. “I have no clue who you are, and you’re expecting me to get all hot and sweaty with you?” I placed my hands on my hips, narrowing my eyes at the golden-haired Adonis standing in front of me—Helios, his name was. Not that anyone could forget a name like that.

Laughter, cruel and mocking, erupted from the gathered maidens. "Look at the scarred one!" Kathryn, known for her viperish tongue, shrieked. "Who in the name of kingdoms of the furred and feathered would want a damaged wife?" "She's probably cursed!" chimed in Elara, another girl whose beauty was outweighed only by her malicious heart. "Bad luck follows her like a shadow! Just like her sister!"

"She said, as I was enchained, that you, Turry, are the only thing that can stop Ragnarok. She said you are Arcadia and the Northern Hold's last defense against Loki's reckoning, and the last witch standing in the world, thanks to her fairy godmother blessing nineteen years ago." Rosy choked on a roast apple and thumped her chest. "What? No way?" Yuri began to sob. I slammed down my plate, and stormed through the throngs of dancing Isa and huldre. I stared down Jarngrimr, the bergresar twice my size, with a menacing eye. "I'm your bargaining chip against the gods? A tithe of some sort? Enough games, you Devil! Tell me why you spirited us away!" I demanded, slamming my dagger through her paw

I swear her aura went ice cold. "Myself, Brigit, Hathor, Dana, Freya, Oshun, and Kokopelli all have issues with Aphrodite's careless nature. I believe we can make sure she has many years of varying degrees of infertility." Her eyes seemed to be on fire. "And this one?" She pointed at me. "I don't need him punished in that fashion. Being her jailer and dealing with her advances would be enough for him. Aphrodite had already blessed him with fertile sperm. I had her do that so she would think her punishment would be to bear children for him."

Living. Aphrodite collapsed to her knees, overwhelmed. She pressed her hand to one of the images — Aria curled in a blanket, tangled with Eris, Elara, Nova, I••, L••, Athena, Lilith, Mae, P•••••, C••••••••, Jules and Selene. The tenderness was so raw it hurt. “She’s whole,” Aphrodite whispered. “She’s not alone,” Vaethea said.