Ariadne Novels & Stories

After I'm dressed I follow the Empress the Imperial princesses and my mother out of room the followed by my four ladies in waiting, Lady Marina Filimena a descendant of Aphrodite, Lady Venus Hermia a descendant of Hermes, Lady Akino Solana a descendant of Apollo and Lady Caroline Solana Akino's twin sister they are also doubling as my bridesmaids while the two Imperial Princesses are my flower girls Behind my ladies in waiting are my imperial guards, Lady Myla Smati and Lady Melia Veta, descendants of Athena, Lord Clovis Ludwig and Lord Evander Murdock, descendants of Ares, Lady Vendetta Shivani, a descendant of Hades, and Lady Thea Rose, a daughter of Gaia, which is very rare Gaia is the Go

he said, looking at them. After the first introduction, Cordelia and Helios stepped forward. "Hi, everyone! I'm Cordelia, the daughter of Euphrosyne, the Goddess of joy, and Ares, the God of war. About my skills, well, I have the power to use crystals as a weapon," she said with a smile. "Your turn, Helios," she added, winking at him. Helios smiled back at her, a smile that suggested they became close during their journey. Everyone seemed to have improved their relationships, except for us.

“Your friend drugged you and you thought it was funny?” So, I wasn’t the only one that needed therapy. Why did I find that comforting? Man, what was that saying again? Oh, right. Misery loves company. “Hemlock is the god of poison. It’s what he does.” He said in lieu of explanation. “Mm, right. We’ll circle back around to that later. Who is Aranea?” Azrael’s sloped nose wrinkled. “Goddess of arachnids, and before you say anything about her, she has spies everywhere. I speak from experience when I say you do not want to be on her bad side.”

“‘But watch for the other thing, Lycan,’ she told me. ‘Watch for the day she has taken everything, defended everything, won every war and then has to learn the hardest lesson of all. How to simply have it. How to stop counting. How to stop fighting. How to let herself keep the good thing she fought for. She won’t know how. The quiet ones never do. Help her, if you can, to learn how to rest inside it.’” I went very still. “She knew,” I murmured. “Even then. She knew this would be the hardest part.” “The quiet ones see more than anyone else,” Lysander said softly. “Even things they won’t live to witness.” His hand tightened around mine. “You don’t have to know how to do this,

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Watching me give a speech on TV, my five-year-old asked, "Mommy, what's Ariadne?" "It's a special code I wrote, sweetheart. It's like a shield against the bad guys. It turns into butterflies that fly to girls who need help, whispering to them: 'No more tears, no more punishment, no more suffering.'" She nodded, half-getting it. I clasped her hand, and in a way, the hand of my eighteen-year-old self, and together we walked into a brighter world. The girl who once perished in a personal hell finally crafted her very own paradise.

Who could this stranger be, and why were they here in her secluded sanctuary? As the figure approached with slow, graceful steps, Aria’s heart quickened. She soon realized it was an old woman, her face carved with lines that told stories of time, wisdom, and experience. The woman's piercing yet kind eyes glimmered, radiating warmth like the first rays of sunlight breaking through the morning fog. “Hello, Aria,” the old woman said, her voice soft yet resonant, like the gentle chime of a bell. “I am Eluned, a humble servant of the Moon Goddess, and I have come to guide and assist you.”

A storm of papers suggested Ariadne had been preparing for this meeting long before Alessia arrived. Ariadne stood at the windows, her back elegant and straight, her gown made of black silk threaded with silver. When she finally turned, her dark eyes locked directly onto Alessia. She’s not frustrated, not proud, nor surprised. It was something deeper. She felt a deep sense of conviction. “Come here,” she said softly. Alessia stepped forward. Eryx moved with her. Kael did too. Ariadne’s gaze flicked to them both. “You two may stay,” she said. “Ianthe as well.”

Lydia gave me a straight face, "yes." "Yes what?" "Go to him, Aphrodite. What is the purpose of holding off? Master has given you so much already, are you really going to make Master Abigor go through so much more trouble to be with you?" I frowned, "I would like to believe that I am worth a bit of effort, Lydia. I am no mere woman, I am Aphrodite. The richest, most beautiful and talented in the lands. I deserve to be courted on a much higher scale than any other female and perhaps that is vain but I know my worth and so does Master Abigor."

the someone cut me off. "Her name is Annabelle Siromani, my daughter."