Arethusa Myth Novels & Stories

"As long as you’re safe, it doesn't matter what happens to me." "Crazy, insane, psycho!" Artemis shouted frantically. Athena was known as the goddess of wisdom, and her methods were boundless. So, for the two thousand years she was trapped in this infernal realm, Artemis was very careful with this sister. This time, seeing that she was about to die, with her physical body destroyed and perished, the tight strings in her heart finally loosened, and she picked up the crystal key. Unexpectedly, it was actually still a checkmate, a situation laid by Athena at the cost of her own life.

He sighed softly as he watched Andi get further away from him. Andi had gotten just a few feet away from him when she noticed she didn’t feel his presence. When she looked back she seen he was still holding the door open. It made her smile seeing that there were chivalrous men in this time. Most gods in the olden days did as they pleased. They took the goddesses as they saw fit and the mortals by force. Thinking back to the fate of Medusa there was a time she wished to have intervene. Athena truly had anger an jealousy problems.

Elder Martinez whispered. Athena stepped forward to the edge of the smoothed circle, and the elder waved everyone backwards. Before Lorraine could step forward, Athena suddenly raised the sceptre upwards. Its ruby was glowing with an otherworldly bluish hue, too brilliant for anyone to look straight at. She raised it higher, her head tilted skywards. Then an ancient language ripped out of her throat. Tharuun kael Mirai. Voraeth varen. Byr kaen. Byr oss. Byr sael.

I say, my words choked from my tears “I knew we’d meet one day. I just didn’t know it would be this soon. But I’m so thankful that I get to see you, hold you, and tell you how very proud I am of the woman that you’ve become Sloane. I’ve watched you grow up. I watched you work so hard in your life, overcoming so many obstacles, but still staying true to yourself. You may not have believed in yourself for a very long time, but Gillian and I have believed in you from the very beginning. I couldn’t have asked for a more perfect heir. My daughter, the first female Alpha.” He pulls me against his chest when I begin crying again. When I get my tears under control again, I turn and look at Gillian.

At that moment, the lights came on and the elevator continued downwards as Sule left the control room. * * * Above the wild deep in the forest, somewhere close to Caliba. A group of helicopters flew past dropping soldiers to search for the ancient land of Caliba. A land in which at that moment were being chastised by the Ngwal Apata. The Ngwal ocean had risen in anger, the rock guiding the village spun around in outrage raising a cold breeze in from of think smog from the ocean covering the whole landform sight. The rocks calmly laid back on the tiny stones and covered the people as soon as the soldiers moved away, the smog cleared.

The dark humor doesn’t soften her words; instead, the nonchalance chills me deeper than cruelty would have. “I can’t imagine a spoiled, sheltered princess like you would understand what that's like, though—” “That's where you're wrong,” Marcos interrupts, his tone firm, almost protective, “Aretha was stolen from her family, smuggled into another country, and forced into a life of abuse by an adoptive family that never let her forget her place. And yet, these harsh experiences didn't break her spirit, they only made her stronger. So please, refrain from making such assumptions, Miss. Aretha isn’t some sheltered or spoiled princess.”

“Queen of the Ashes. Heir of the Forgotten Goddess.” Elara closed her eyes. For the first time, she did not deny. She did not flee. She accepted. The flames wrapped around her, and the ruins trembled with awakening power. ---

Ice-cold fear immediately prickles down my back when I realize how easily this massive man could kill me. This is not good. Zareths are large, muscular apex predators from another dimension. This creature is more dangerous than my Alpha! I should get rid of it. Kill it while it's weak, especially since it's hunting on my pack’s territory, but the second the zareth looks at me, the moon goddess runs the oldest trick in the book. A fragrance wafts over me and the mate bond falls into place. One second I’m standing there, ready to attack the zareth. Scream bloody murder and rip into his skin in my wolf form and in the next, I’m gasping in shock and fighting my hormones.

However, she also possesses the insignia of the sun, and her appearance is clearly a replica of that of the first ruler. The clashing elements within her are said to be the outcome of a terrible curse imposed by Sephtis the day he slept with Hera while disguised as Lev. Arie suffered from the clashing of the powers within her during her manifestation, causing her to become emotionally unstable and weak. She was tagged as the weakest goddess in Nirvana. My body trembled while reading this part of the translation. I was wondering if Ari was aware of this since she was the one who wrote it and she was almost done with the translation, according to her note in a separate journal.

Althea fought her way back to Argos for Lysandros and helped him reclaim the throne, only to find herself trapped in the enemy kingdom of Thrace, wearing a slave's collar for three full years. Through three years of mortal danger, being dragged behind chariots, and bone-chilling winters, Althea survived on a single conviction: her betrothed, Lysandros, would come to rescue her. But when she finally set foot in the royal city again, what awaited her was not an embrace. It was a heavy golden laurel crown pressed against her brow, the Sacred Flame seal clutched in another woman's hand, and a royal heir growing in that woman's womb. She clung to one last hope: perhaps they had cast her aside onl