Aphrodite Weapon Novels & Stories

Incense burned in a bronze bowl at the room's center, its sweet scent helping to focus the mind and calm the spirit. Aphrodite lounged on a plush chaise near the window, fanning herself with a delicate fan made of swan feathers that had been blessed to stay cool to the touch. She wore a gown of silk that shimmered like water in the light, and golden pins shaped like roses held her dark hair in an elaborate style. "I simply can't focus today," she complained, adjusting one of the pins with perfectly manicured fingers.

After siring 18 princes, the current king, Henry Barton, finally sires me, his first princess. On the day of my birth, Father vacates the entirety of West Tower to be my personal place of residence. Not only that, but he also changes the rules, decreeing that no one is allowed to be alone with me. As a result, I remain mute even after I turn six. Father's new consort, Elizabeth Muller, is showered with love and attention even though she only moved into the castle three months ago. The first time we meet, she takes my hand and says, "You're so well-behaved, Princess Julia. Let me take you to look at the fish." After making sure that we're alone in the garden, she grips my wrist. Her smile

The courage that surged within me felt as though it were electricity, refreshing my mind, “I will make him promise it if I have to. I won’t let him follow me – you have to make sure of that!” Aphrodite pursed her lips as she looks across to a bored Hades, whose eyes are fixed on Caelum, his jaw tightly clenched, before saying, “Alright then.” Aphrodite waves her hand and with a wave of her wrist, something warm and smooth is being lifted out of my chest, sliding up to my throat and out of my mouth. She held it momentarily before she clenched her fingers around it, crushing such a delicate source of immortality and power. She sighs, turning at Hades, “You’ll give her two more days.”

Without opening my eyes, I began shaping it. The ore softened almost immediately beneath my hands, responding to the pull of my magic. Edges lengthened. Curves refined themselves instinctively as though the weapon already existed somewhere beneath the surface and I was simply uncovering it. Heat curled around my fingers. The forge roared in the background. And through it all— I saw Atlas. Not fully. Just flashes. Golden eyes. Dark wings. Blood across his knuckles. That crooked grin. The weapon belonged to him. I knew that with complete certainty.

she was awakening. I watched as the fading mark on her neck completely disappeared and her once flattened and lifeless body became alive. I held my non-existent breath before her once closed eyes sharply opened and I was met with bright red, hungry orbs. There was a split second of silence before I let out a smile at the sight of my Aphrodite awake, "Abigor," she spoke and I saw her fangs extend as she returned my smile. "Look what I have for you," I held up the babe and walked around the bed. Aphrodite sat upright as she looked at the babe and I placed the babe in her arms.

And still, the voice came — like a curse wrapped in longing. "She only belongs to me." "She already belongs to me," the creature whispered. "She carries my mark. The darkness in her veins? The desire? The hunger? That's me." "No," Aphrodite said. "That's her." 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?"

The woman dodged again quickly. “Leon, stop! Wake up!” exclaimed Claire again, but once again Leon drew his sword at Claire. With the power of Aphrodite, Claire kicked Leon's hand until he almost released his sword. But Theseus' character was too strong, after being kicked, he even flipped the attack directly towards Claire's neck. Claire grabbed the sword by clasping her hands. Aphrodite's power enabled her to do that. However, Leon pressed his sword until it almost touched Claire's neck. Theseus' great power made Claire unable to hold the sword any longer.

I REALLY NEED SUPPORT FROM ALL OF YOU, BY REVIEWING THIS STORY❤️ Stay sane and keep healthy 🌍 Let's cooperate with each other❤️ Happy reading 🤗 ***** "You... Can you also point at me with a weapon like this!" cried Aphrodite. "Get out of my sight. Hurry up!" "I never let go of my captives," I said quietly. Aphrodite inhaled, then exhaled. "By the way, this is a shinai, right. It won't hurt me, stupid!" cried Aphrodite, and she grabbed the hilt of what she thought was a wooden sword with both her hands.

Especially when they read the list of Golden Fleece. Zeus stops reading and takes in a long breath before explaining to Zhu Wushang. “Well…. Mr. Zhu Most of the things in this list are true, but some of them are just exaggerations. For example Aegis, the indestructible shield, Aegis is the same shield that your black hair wives just destroy while fighting with Athena. As for the Achilles armor. It’s just armor made from Orichalcum. So this armor was impervious to mortal weapons such as a blade or normal gunfire. But if the power of the weapon came from the divine weapon like the sword that your silver-haired wife uses. Then it’s useless.” Explain Zeus.

Dad is a human but this was a goddess which meant her weapon was doubly dangerous. I wanted to scream at her to get out of the way. But Cleopoda's face was deadly calm. Her eyes turned completely white as she raised one hand and sent a bolt of lightening through the arrow. The lightening crackled, wrapping around the arrow completely, sending huge currents through the golden weapon. In the blink of an eye, the arrow blackened and began to melt. It dropped on the ground among the other twisted metals. Starlight flinched. "Mother," she called to Ashterah. "Please don't do this," she begged.