Arachne And Athena Novels & Stories

"I'm making a deal out of it because his idiot little brother is why I stayed home from school and fell off a ladder with a sprang ankle." "You have what?!" Her voice rose high-pitched while Rex said those words in shock. My sister looked down at the ankle wrapped in bandages, then she glared her eyes at Logan, and I felt him wince behind me. In Greek Mythology, Athena was the favorite daughter of Zeus, with no mother, and was born from Zeus's armor on his forehead, which describes her to be fierce and brave in battle. She is known to be the Goddess of many things, including war. My sister cannot take on Logan, who is practically half her size, but she isn't afraid to hit him for hurting her

Blanche thought to herself. "You’ve made good use of your recruit, huh?" Athena laughed, sitting in the chair positioned in front of her. Blanche attempted to lunge at Athena but quickly realized she was tied up. "Aracelli has improved a lot; how generous of you to teach her." "What do you want, Athena?" Blanche asked, her voice groggy as she tried to focus her vision. "I want you dead," Athena replied, a mischievous smile playing on her lips. Blanche let out a weak laugh, leaning her head back and coughing. "God, don’t make me laugh," she retorted.

"I will call your friends now." "Thank you," Athena said as the nurse left her room, and she let out a sigh of relief. When the doctor asked if she remembered anything, she had to lie because she didn't know if she could trust them. She remembered everything, from when she climbed up to the roof, the argument between her and Dylan, and him pushing her off the roof when things got physical. A frown formed on her face as she remembered her dream. Her promise to get revenge played in her head, those who hurt her were going to pay dearly; she was going to make them all beg for mercy.

Athena, still restrained by Nate and Ned, felt an inexplicable agony coursing through her veins. Her spells took hold, weaving a tapestry of torment around Athena. She convulsed in pain, gasping for breath as an unseen force gripped her very essence. Each word uttered by the Althea amplified the suffering, and Athena's resistance dwindled as the magic tightened its grip on her.

The king looks at me intently and suddenly raises his hand and slaps me on the face: "My king!" says Dr. Archer in a panic. The blood has already spilled on my nose due to the strong blow but what I did not expect is the reaction of Athena who, so weakened as she is, partially transforms, showing her fangs and claws and jumping out of bed directly over the king, knocking him to the ground and sticking her fangs into his shoulder. Dr. Archer mindlinks us:

Looking at at him, I frowned and crossed my arms on my chest. "Mr Valentin, I am not your mate I believe you have mistaken me for someone else." I told him speaking like a sophisticated woman. "And I know myself perfectly, thank you," I turned away to face the door and held the handle. "I can never mistake my mate which is you, Athena Faris, and you don't know yourself at all." Valentin said earning a deep frown from me. I turned to face him and sighed deeply. "Look. I have a job, a brother I just want to go back home." I said trying to put some sense into his head.

Children's voices answered them from the deep darkness of the well. Ragnar and Lathgertha then began to search for a way to bring the children up from this gaping hole. While they were busy looking everywhere for tools or items that could help, Ragnar continuing to ask questions, learned from Lathgertha that she had been in Jötunheimar for almost twelve moons already. She had traveled with two of her sisters and a convoy of merchants riding horses who had all served as game for the giants after they unknowingly passed through one of Loki's portals.

I whispered, and my tears began to fall. “I know… I know, my child, but I’m still here. I’ll help you, and I won’t leave you. Please, Athena, don’t give up—at least for the sake of your future child,” she said, making me release the rope I was holding. I’m such a horrible person. What have I done?

I demanded, my heart pounding in my chest. Then a person stepped forward, revealing a tall, gaunt woman with long silver hair and eyes that seemed to bore into my soul. "I am Arachne," she hissed, her voice like a snake slithering through the grass. "And you, Ruth, are a threat to my power." I stood tall, my heart racing with fear. "I don't know what you're talking about," I lied, trying to keep my voice steady. Arachne laughed, the sound sending shivers down my spine. "Don't play dumb, Ruth," she sneered. "I know all about your little gift. And I'll stop at nothing to take it for myself."

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.