Aphrodite Ragnarok の小説・ストーリー

Rain mingled with the sweat of their exertion, creating an eerie dance between the elements. Amidst the struggle, the balcony became a battleground for more than just physical dominance. It was a clash of wills, a collision of identities, and an intersection of fates. Niels, with her brute strength, sought to overpower Vanya, while Vanya, driven by her newfound resilience, fought to escape her grasp. ‌

“Word has spread of a Silver Fang Queen leading the outcasts. They’re calling her the Rogue’s Queen, attacking pack territories and burning villages without mercy.” That didn’t align with the Aria I remembered. The gentle girl who wept over injured animals and showed compassion to the proud elders. The Aria I had shattered when I rejected her could not have become this destructive force. “That’s the impact of the bond breaking,” Elara said, perceiving my thoughts. “She’s pulled in two directions—part of her trying to heal you and maintain the connection, while the other seeks to destroy everything reminding her of you. This internal battle is tearing her apart, turning her powers volatile an

They had done what no army, no weapon, no magic could achieve: they had turned love into the ultimate weapon, a force that annihilated evil itself. Jaiyana allowed herself a moment to breathe, feeling the dawn warmth on her skin and the fierce heartbeat of her companion beneath her. This was the crescendo she had fought for, the final victory she had earned. The morning light glinted off the Chakram, Vajra Spear, Trident, and her pendant, a signal to the world: the goddess and her tiger were unstoppable.

Adrija was the devotee of the lord SHIVA so at this moment, her eyes got teary. She looked briefly at the lord SHIVA and Goddess Parvati and opened her heart infront of them. "Please Ardhnarishwar and AadiShakti (another name of Lord Shiva and Maa Parvati) do something. I don't want to get married right now. I have to take my revenge from those cheaper. I have to do something in my life. He is a nice boy but he is not the one for me" , Adrija spoke straightly and soon, tears dropped down on her cheeks.

".....Ryder ....... Ryder ....." Each call echoed further away into the forest, the voice was feminine and she knew his name. It didn't surprise him, he was Lord of Astaroth and he had been for centuries, even the animals would know his name. Curiosity seized him and dragged him further down into the forest, towards the sound of his name being called. He got to a tree and the whispers stopped, even the hooting and the leaves rustling ended. He only heard silence, thicker than the blackness that surrounded him. In the heart of the tree was a statue, delicately carved in the features of a woman. He heard his name once more and pulled it out, immediately the tree withered and died.

The moon goddess had disguised herself as a human and went by the name Alora. One day, Ragnarok was roaming the central forest as usual when his sensitive ears picked up the sound of distant voices. As he followed the sound, the voice became clearer to his ears. From the conversation he overheard he knew that a girl was being held against her will. He wanted to turn back and mind his business but an unexplained force couldn't let him. He was mesmerised by Alora’s striking beauty. He loved the way her snow-white hair fell from her high ponytail and bounced elegantly on her shoulders. He admired the long loose curls of hair that softened her quiet and delicate oval face.

She looked like flame personified, untouchable, divine, and yet so painfully mortal. The tension between them was a taut cord stretched to breaking. Ragnar’s mind burned with the memory of Atlas. Atlas daring to speak of love, Atlas’s hand brushing hers, the way Freya’s eyes had softened when she whispered his name in her half-dreaming state. She had sworn he was only a friend, sworn her loyalty lay elsewhere. But Ragnar had heard that whisper, had tasted the truth in it, and it gnawed at him like a parasite. Slowly, he turned, his golden eyes locking onto her. His gaze was a predator’s, hungry, possessive, a storm of want and fury tangled together.

Of all the beauty, hers was the most divine. Her purple eyes gleamed with her grey armor as she rose from the ashes, did her purple gaze shine with her tears or her enemy’s blood? They were afraid to call her by her name……. Athena. I am Athena Raven Lark, and this is my Story.

The truth is that he is starting to believe that a goddess of lust has taken over Katrina's innocent body. "You will have that reward if you listen to me at least once," Ragnar leaves his pose and walks over to her to take her waist from behind. He deeply inhales the aroma of her neck, and for a moment, that action confuses Katrina. In fact, many of Ragnar's actions since the full moon have her confused. "You know that the more attentive you are with me, the more reward you will have from me whenever you want it."

I can’t believe that this hot, sexy, hybrid shifter wanted me just as badly as I wanted him. Aphrodite lifted her hand and I frowned when Ryder’s form disappeared, and I could once again see Selene and Aphrodite standing before me. I felt the heat on my cheeks, and I began to chew on my bottom lip knowing that the two goddesses could tell I was a turned-on mess right now. They both wore a rotten grin, and I shook my head at the two mischievous goddesses. Their plan worked. All I wanted in this moment was to get to my mate and let him have his sinful way with me.