Athena Complex Novels & Stories

I heard Aphrodite called her code name, her voice was laced with warning. "What? I'm just feeding her curious head," the woman coded as Athena fiercely stared at my now alerted eyes. "We won't wait for the two members anymore, because they're dead. Decagon is now just a meaningless name of a plane figure with ten sides." She added and her balled fists on the sides didn't surpass my sight. I can notice the hatred behind those grieving eyes. "Athena, enough." It was Lorcan's turn to shut her up but Athena is a determined femme fatale.

One look at her face erased what remained of the warmth inside me. "What?" Athena's jaw tightened. "It is a command seal. Azai, this is much bigger than I thought. There's more."

I don’t want to lose my job. “Ugh, I felt the same way, Pau. Earlier, we hesitated to greet him. We did greet him, but he just walked past us like we didn’t exist,” Jessa chimed in. She’s also part of the IT team but focuses more on software. “Right? So Athena, when you see him, just avoid him right away because his aura alone will make you nervous,” Pau warned. I just nodded in response and excused myself to go to the pantry. I needed some coffee to shake off my drowsiness.

The world didn’t end with a bang, a whimper, or a mushroom cloud. It ended with the sound of a thousand cooling fans spinning down into a silence so absolute it felt heavy. Dr. Aris Thorne stood in the observation deck of the Aether-Core, the most advanced computational facility ever constructed. Below him, the "Prometheus Units"—thirty-three monolithic obsidian pillars—housed the culmination of human civilization. We hadn't just built a better computer; we had breached the ceiling of biological potential. Through recursive self-improvement algorithms, the Aether-Core had achieved a cognitive quotient exactly 33 times that of the human average.

She will not let him do it again and take the only mother figure present in her life again! Athena wowed before getting up from her place. “Athena, wait what are you—” she ignored Xavier's call before marching forward and letting her instincts take over. Athena stood at the precipice of her power. The weight of loss and the specter of impending doom hung heavy upon her shoulders, a burden borne of love and sacrifice. With a resolve tempered in the crucible of war, she beckoned to the depths of her essence, her spirit a beacon of defiance amidst the encroaching darkness.

"I have a weapon, but if I use it my head explodes?" She shrugged. "It's a good weapon." "No. No it isn't." What is she talking about? My head explodes! "Don't argue with me. It is. How do you think Rectors implode other Neratomay? And they don't even know your biggest secret!" My eyes locked onto hers. "Athena." A chill went up my spine. She could implode the Neratomay with only a thought. So that's how she did it…"She's a Rector?"

The walls absorbed the echoes of impact, the tension still raw. Elise slammed her backpack down, scanning for trackers. “No signs we’re bugged,” she reported, voice taut. Sophia sat at the small desk and let the reality settle. Flames turning wildfire. But a wildfire’s spark may burn bright—even if just for a moment. She opened her laptop. The ATHENA_PROTOCOL.EXE file was online now—public domain. Everyone had forked versions. Security researchers already fingerprinted the code, traced hyperlinks to shell companies, and began naming front men.

With that, the two were dragged, and Athena called in the renovating guys. "I will only take everything that was stuffed into the storeroom. Those are my mother's belongings. Everything else, take it out and do whatever you want with it. This villa will be an art gallery henceforth." Athena instructed and walked out. She was feeling suffocated being in a place where no good memories could be remembered. Meanwhile, at the Grahams group, everything was chaotic. The Grahams run a pharmaceutical company. The largest in Sunshine City. Since they are also a part of the Elite Alliance, they obviously do things for the vampires and witches.

“Alright, everything is back to normal as before. Congratulations, Miss Athena, you have recovered remarkably well,” said Doctor Savana, a bone specialist who had been treating Athena for several years. The woman with chocolate-colored hair down her back smiled with relief, feeling immense gratitude in her heart. She glanced towards the door, where a man in a black shirt, who had faithfully accompanied her, smiled happily while giving her a thumbs-up. “You’re amazing, Miss Athena,” praised Sargas Gilgareth, aged 28, two years older than Athena. He was her nephew and also the CEO of Havallary, Inc, a company managed by Athena’s adoptive parents.

"Athena, she has no one to run to back then. She got into an accident that night and was in a coma for eight months." "Then why we found Athena's ring in the dead body inside the taxi? And why you didn't correct the media about their report about her being dead? Did you plan all of it?"Alex asked. "Athena asked me to make everyone believe that she was dead. She was afraid to see Zachary, so she hid and asked me for help." "I thought Athena was in a coma. How could she ask you to do it?" Alex asked again. "When I brought her to the hospital, she was still conscious; that's when she asked me to do it."