Aphrodite Weapon Novels & Stories

And then she pulled the knife from her belt. It was small. Elegant. Forged in secret. Meant for only one thing. A god’s undoing. She hurled it. The shadow caught it. And laughed. “You think you can kill what you don’t understand?” “No,” Aphrodite said. “But I can remind her who she is.” The light from the violet and gold thread flared behind them. The cathedral shook. The shadow screamed — not in pain, but in fury — as the light pierced the walls, ripping through the illusions and tearing open a door.

Draven gummed with anger as he strode towards Aphrodite. "WHAT THE HELL IS THIS?!" he screamed as Aphrodite rolled her eyes. "Ritual's not over yet." She muttered as she took the blade from Draven which he used to stab Artemis and plunged the blade into the ground. Artemis's body shook as she clawed her throat. Before I could say anything, Aphrodite mumbled something and wrapped the pendant around Artemis's neck. And that's when my eyes widened slowly and painfully, her body twisted as ear piercings screams left her throat. My breathing was abnormal and my heart was burning.

"That bastard Wade planned this. He's hiding from us. Let's go to his company and make a scene. Trash his reputation—he'll have to come out and pay us." Early the next morning, Jennifer dragged Vanessa to Wade's old workplace. They barely reached the entrance before security stopped them. "Who are you here for? Do you have an appointment?" "We're looking for Wade Watson," Jennifer snapped. "That ungrateful jerk stole my daughter's youth and took our money. Tell him to come out and face us!" The guard's face hardened. He raised his shield. "Mr. Watson's been transferred. He's not with this branch anymore. Leave now, or we call the police."

Mariah pulled Poseidon away, just like Vulcan. “They are still there, we will find them,” she patted his arm. “But we won’t find them until we fix this.” Mariah’s glare went to the tops of the crumbling towers. Ares pulled his weapon as his mate did the same. The sword given to me hung on my back, clear from view, until it was absolutely necessary.

We hopped out of the cars, Decagon got their weapons and they all looked ready, all forced by violence and when i say violence, i have to bear with it for the whole duration of saving Damian, all for my son. "I think you might need this." On our way to the entrance, Aphro handed me a gun. Although I was shocked, i still took it. "Thanks." I could feel my hands trembling. But i needed this, truly! I have to get a hold of the violence freak in me. "Aphrodite, why did you give her that?" Lorcan's mad voice made me swallow hard. Aphrodite just rolled her eyes at their leader. "Obviously? She's the only one left unarmed! Don't you trust your woman?" She then, smirked.

White, pink, and red flowers spanned the area and a bright light shone from a big globe that sat at a corner. "Where have you been Cupid?" She demanded. "I have been up and down, here and there. Shooting forth my arrows of love. Pairing people and creating families, as you have instructed," he shrugged. Aphrodite took another glass ball from a basket beside her and flung it against the pillar. It broke to pieces. "Why are you so angry my goddess?" He asked as he eyed the broken glass. "It was supposed to be two. Those mulled-headed, thick-skinned, and extremely clueless werewolves," she mumbled annoyed.

With a swift motion of her hand, another fire dragon surged toward Adrian. But Adrian only smiled faintly and replied, “It seems you still don’t understand the situation. Or maybe I should thank you. Without your help, this divine weapon wouldn’t have been forged at this moment.” ‘Divine weapon?’ The two daemons were taken aback. A flash of light appeared before Adrian. Swish!

A rift, a tear in the very fabric of the world, began to open behind him-a swirling vortex of deepest black and violent purple energy. Adrien didn't hesitate. He shifted back to his human form in mid-leap, his body a testament to power and grace. He didn't have a weapon. He had the moonstone dagger. He landed before the cult leader, the cleansed blade held high. The leader's eyes widened in shock, not at Adrien, but at the dagger. At its pure, untainted moonstone hilt. "The past is over," Adrien snarled, and he plunged the dagger downward.

Do I have a choice? Slowly, he peeled the wrap open, noticing that Loukas was now paying attention slightly as he opened it and felt his heart drop. "Oh, yes." The girl said with a lot of pride. "It is an Adonis knife, forged by the goddess Aphrodite herself to remember the loss of her lover. It is a knife made by her tears itself and is very rare." Tears? Why, tears woman? Why does your sadistic side show every single time? "Right." Leonidas said grimly "And I'm supposed to...?"

A moment after, he stopped and pointed at the page. “These are the three legendary weapons given by the gods after the war,” Jade said as he let Arth see the page. A huge triangle had been drawn at the center of the page. In each point of the triangle was a Power Crystal together with the weapons Jade had mentioned; a long golden spear, a black hammer, and a blue sword. “That … is … incredible,” Arth said, emphasizing each word. “What’s this spear?”