Athena Complex Novels & Stories

However, he has face timed every night to see and I quote ‘his girls’. A squeal brings me out of my thoughts as I look over my laptop to see what Athena is doing. She is in her bouncy chair, kicking her little legs at the toys that dangle in front of her. Her beautiful blue eyes look at me. Those eyes feel like they are staring into my very soul. Athena really suits her name sake. The Goddess of wisdom and warfare. She has been here before in another life. Her eyes hold so much wisdom and I know she will make an amazing and just Luna when she is older.

“Give me back my necklace!” “No, I decided I would have it.” Alex viciously turned around and left the crying Athena behind him. ××÷×× It was already evening when Athena got off the bus. She was kicked out of the mansion for being accused of stealing and Mrs. Sembada said she would withdraw all her aid to Athena, and Athena had to thank her for Mrs. Sembada's decision not to report Athena to the police. Because if not, Athena will be imprisoned. Now Athena is standing near the slum complex, her old house and confused about what to do. She doesn't have a house because her home with her father was confiscated and she doesn't have anyone. Her stomach was hungry, but she also didn't have any mon

ATHENA POV The small video window of my dad’s face was gone, but his voice still echoed in the dark space of my mind. Athena is the only master node. He hadn't just left me a legacy; he had practically turned my entire digital footprint into a dead man's switch. If the Laurent trust executors or whatever was left of the Harringtons tried to launch the software without my explicit permission, the entire multi-billion-dollar architecture would become public property. It would be free for anyone on the internet to d******d, copy, and modify.

she thought as she took in the commercial area that the Hell House sat smack in the middle of. Evil wasn't always carried out in the dark or at remote places, after all. Her eyes had been trained on the screen before her. Krux didn't realise why she had hesitated to attack, but Athena waited a beat. Being human, Krux couldn't sense the two heartbeats Athena had sensed on the other side of the building. A cleaner working late in the closest complex. A pregnant cleaner. Athena was ready to let all hell loose that night, until she struck terror in the hearts of those who hurt her people and got her answer.

Athena let out, her gaze set on the director of the hospital as they stepped out of the elevator. “Director Yu, can I have a moment?” Athena asked as soon as the director’s assistant granted them passage into his office. After much persuasion, the director who was a customer of Athena, allowed them to access the medical database. “Oh, my goddess, that lying wench” Athena whispered out, her hands shaky as she clicked on each date when she donated a plasma for Sienna. There was never a date scheduled for Sienna to receive the plasma. Which meant all the pain she had gone through had been for nothing.

Most of it spilled. "Riven?" I turned. Athena stood a few feet away, frowning. She wore her ceremonial priestess robes, simpler than Tabitha's but no less meaningful. Around her neck hung her totem: a circular pendant divided into five sections, each representing one of the sacred elements. Earth, air, fire, water, spirit. She touched it now, absently, the way she always did when she was troubled. She moved closer, studying my face. "You look terrible."

Athena and the others didn't seem to be having such a nice time either. "Mark, I think it's time to call in the standby team." Athena shouted at me, as she struggled with the rogues around her. She was bleeding from her nose; a result of tuning into the abilities of the Soul splitter for so long. I heard it drained energy from her. "Ngh.. Fuck! Athena I really can't concentrate on the mindlink with all these motherfuckers chewing on me." I protested, tearing the jaw of one of the rogues apart.

Her scent was not something I ever expected myself to relax with and yet it was a sleep that I considered one of the best. After Zavier left, my thoughts were the only company I had. I wandered about until I found myself in the corridors leading to my chamber. In and out of it were maids hauling up items that looked like Athena’s belongings. Confusion set in and I questioned myself if my mother had perhaps ordered her to move out or something. I marched into the room to find that most of her things were already gone. The omegas bowed but continued with their work. I tried not to look at Athena but found myself stealing glances at her. I thought she was going to say something to me but her si

Iris shook her head vigorously, and both laughed for a second, but again silence swarmed in the room like clouds. "You know, Theia," Iris gently kissed her daughter's temple, "they say it's not wise to name your daughter after the names of the gods. But I did it anyway, you know why?" Athena shook her head, indicating her curiosity. “Because Athena symbolizes love, intellect, and battle strategy,” she sighed deeply. “I always thought you were my little fighter. Maybe I shouldn’t have named you after her, and you wouldn’t have had these many struggles in your life.”

Athena said sounding empathetic. And Luka would respond with a mixture of gratitude and relief, his guard gradually lowering as he confided in Athena about the complexities of their relationship. Unbeknownst to him, Athena's outward empathy was a facade, a tool she wielded to gain his trust, to lull him into a false sense of security.