Arachne And Athena Novels & Stories

Unknown The air crackled with tension as Arthur stood at the entrance of Ambrosia’s lair, the remnants of the battle still echoing in his ears. The scent of charred earth and smoke hung heavy in the air, mingling with the lingering cries of the wounded. Athena clung to his side, her eyes wide with a mix of fear and determination. “We need to find the others, Grandpa,” she urged, her voice steady despite the chaos around them, a stark contrast to the turmoil within.

Get your head out of the gutter. But truth be told, he was smoldering hot. His face cut was that of a Greek God and his physique was that of a hunk. A handsome hunk. For a moment I thought I was in love with him. But the irony, I didn't even know his name. Wow, Arabella! Exactly why your love life equals zero.

4 YEAR LATER THIRD POV As years passed , Athena had completed her training. She had quarreled with Ice first because he didn't want her to complete her training. But in the end she won the argument . As for the community, they trembled with fear when ever they heard that someone was killed. THE TIGERS,THE DEVIL,THE VIPER,THE COLLECTOR and THE CRAZY QUEEN were the most feared of all. No one knew the owners of those names but they were horrified of them

They earned nothing except pain. Broken hearted. Cheated. Fell out of love. Toxic relationship. However, I want to take risk and live by my name. Athena the goddess of wisdom and war. Along with fear of getting hurt and broken is the hope that maybe the world with its viciousness and cruelness, a little kindness might overthrow it.

The necklace could have been dragged further away before sinking, if it was ever to. A sharp uncomfortable noice suddenly pierced into his ear and Scott fell down, holding his ears. His brain then started vibrating and he felt and excruciating migraine. He could not stand it anymore. "Arthmata, Arthmata needs you..." a feminine whisper out of nowhere said. It was actually as if the woman or whoever it was was standing right next to him. "Who are you? Leave me alone!" Scott shouted. "Arthmata, Arthmata, Arthmataaaaa." the voice had now taken an agonizing tone.

Athena had to rest for a month due to complications with her pregnancy, and soon after, she gave birth to Noah. “Athena’s story is far more tragic than Eliza’s, but her resilience to survive makes me believe Athena is not a weak woman,” Ren said. Ren placed a hand on Sargas’s shoulder and continued, “I have no problem with your desire to marry Athena, but I will never agree if Athena does not love you.” Sargas fell silent, Ren’s words struck him deeply. He knew that Athena had never reciprocated his declarations of love, even though they had been intimate like a married couple.

Andrew teased through laughter that verged on giggling, “You know what karma is? Well, it is a total..” The words were stolen from Andrew's mouth as the earth shifted underfoot, and the mountain that towered above them began to tremble. Looking up, Elaine’s gaze settled on the dark brown abyss that was falling like dark stars from the heavens- straight towards them.

Alpha Queen to your Alpha King. Ares's ears flicked forward in surprise, then back in acceptance. He lunged toward me playfully, and Athena responded instinctively, meeting his challenge with a grace that belied her youth. We circled each other, nipping and growling, testing strengths and weaknesses. Despite Athena being a new wolf, we weren't as mismatched as I'd expected—her speed compensating for what she lacked in experience.

But I know the Goddess must have sent me that vision. Even though she is not fully with us anymore as she once was. She still speaks through dreams and visions, to only a few of us. "I have no answer for you, Avril," I say now, my cheek pressed to the top of her head. "But I know if there's one werewolf that can bring Commander Zeus Ironheart Jnr to his knees, it would be Athena." The moment the words leave my mouth, the fire crackles violently. I freeze. Avril pulls back from me. The flames suddenly leap higher. Far higher than they should. Purple sparks dance through the air.

Gwen I climbed down from my horse and ran blindly in the snow. Arrows darken the sky like a swarm of deadly hornets, raining down upon the combatants with relentless fury. Shields clash as soldiers form a shield wall, bracing against the onslaught. Swords flash in the sunlight, carving through the chaos with deadly precision. Amidst the chaos, champions emerge, their valour shining like beacons in the midst of darkness. But they are slaughtered. They rally their comrades, leading charges and striking down foes with legendary prowess. Yet, even the bravest warriors falter in the face of overwhelming odds.