Aphrodite Weakness Novels & Stories

But she couldn’t take in his love for the entire duration of the night. She would fall asleep then too. Nereus and Cetus talked long about it. And though the topic was infuriating, they discussed the source behind the depletion of Amalthea’s energy. The most obvious culprit would be her separation from her pair. The two of them did not see Arethusa when she was recovering from ending her relationship with her pair. But there was a big possibility that the worthless human was still hurting her. There might be other causes as well. Her dignity was under attack for the entire duration when she was on that despicable island. Was her pride suffering from the aftershocks of the multiple insults sh

I growl while my arm hurts like hell. I go numb in my arm where the bullet hit, and the heat of the blood flows on my skin like warm and thick metallic oil. "Aphrodite," she snorts as I watch her eyes grow wide and buggy like a madwoman on drugs. "Why would your parents name you after a goddess? I find that very funny because you are not much of a beauty. I mean, look at you. You are all mar with scars. You are not just ugly but pitiful. Oh, don't worry, you won't suffer long looking like a scarecrow."

"But you're weakening. Tiring. Failing. Your bonds strengthen you but also divide attention. Require protection in multiple directions. Create vulnerabilities through care." "Caring isn't weakness." "No. But it's limitation. You can't be everywhere. Can't protect everyone. Can't save all. That's human weakness. Divine power would have no such limitation." "Then I'm glad I'm human. Glad I care. Glad I'm limited by love instead of unlimited by apathy." I struck. Eclipse power overwhelming her defenses. Destroying her dark magic. Eliminating her threat. But more appeared. Always more. Endless waves. Unstoppable assault.

“All these years, I have felt so grateful to the goddess for not giving me a mate. That she could see that I could not afford to love and loose anyone else in my life. That giving me a mate would be a step too far for my already battered soul to deal with. “As each day and each year came and went, I thanked the goddess for her compassion. I knew that I could never give the level of love and devotion that any woman would deserve. “You want to know what is holding me back? Well, I shall tell you. “Having a mate is my weakness. I cannot afford a weakness. When it is just me, I can do what needs to be done to keep my kingdom and my people safe. When I add in a wife… a family, then I have lives w

The words hit harder than I want them to. My knuckles go white. She sees it the hesitation and lunges for it. “You are her weakness,” the goddess says. “You always have been. Every crack you create, she feels. Every surge of pain, she receives. You are dragging her into a fate meant only for you.” I hate that my chest tightens. I hate that the lightning in my veins stutters. I hate that she knows exactly where to strike. But I hate her more. “Aria isn’t weak,” I snarl. “And if she comes she comes because she chooses me.”

Ladies Hera and Aphrodite, by law, cannot and will not approve of any marriage where both parties do not wholly agree without the influence of others. "Fine. But I will not escort you with your hand on me. It is distracting." I stated, starting to walk again. I would not shorten my stride for the likes of her. This snobby bitch wants to follow me around. Then she will get more exercise today than she would in a week. "You find my touch distracting, Lord Androkles?" she asked, an odd hint of hope in her tone. She is so full of herself, and I can't stand it.

Why does it mean by that? "Mine's Hera. A kind of girl who will fight my mistresses." Vaspe said coolly, with a smirk, he shrugged. Tsk. "Mine's Aphrodite. Goddess of love, beauty and sex!" TOASTED BIRD, YOU PERV! "Mine is Adonis! Waaaahhhh~ The muscles and gorgeous god." I said dreamily with twinkling eyes. Who will be my Adonis? When will I meet my Adonis? I'm not getting any younger already. I want a man~!

"You are Eros's weakness." I looked at her stunned, her words hitting me like a ton of bricks. "Every powerful man has a weakness." She continued to speak, "And your condition is his." "I do not understand." "Of course you won't." She barked out laughter, "You are dumb as hell." "Will you speak or insult me?"

Everything was already blown by the wind. I remember the day Adhira came back to Mageia. It has been so long since we saw her in their fortress, and within that time, no one had a chance to see what her power is. That is why Sophia calls her powerless. But now, I think she's taking her words back. Because the fragile angel she called powerlessly has already revealed her real power, a ruthless monster, and her weaknesses are now nowhere to see. She was called weak, and she let them. Now, she'd proven that she's beyond that anyone could expect. She's even beyond the monsters we fear.

She has this weak emotion that surrounds her and she need to compose herself well. Sure it was, Dye's first love was no other than Aphrodite, the goddess of beauty.