Athena Fanart Novels & Stories

She asked slowly, not trying to upset her. "I don't need my mate to escape this, Suzy. If I want to leave, I can do it myself." Athena said in a blank tone, completely dismissing the thought of a mate. "You are so strong, Athy. I admire you so much for that. I don't understand why you don't want to run away from here!" Suzanne exclaimed in frustration at the weird stubbornness of her best friend which angers her so much sometimes. Athena, her best friend. Athy is the nickname she had given her. Athena is a very beautiful woman with golden blonde hair. She has the most beautiful deep sea blue eyes. But what's more beautiful in her is her strong personality. Suzanne looks up at her a lot.

Slowly, deliberately, Athena rose from her chair and stepped around the table. She didn't hesitate as she sat on his lap, pressing her body against his. "I don't mind paying you in any way you’d like," she whispered, rolling her hips against him. She was wearing a skirt with no panties, she opened her buttons revealing her pointed breasts, then she stood up a bit and put his dick into her pussy. She started moving up and down. She started slowly then increased her speed.

He’s still mumbling while listening to his mate. Athena hangs the phone up looking at her confused mate. “It’s a long story. Keep an open mind.” She sits beside him and takes his hand “I love you.” Then she tells him about Lucius rising from hell, the Phobos, and the war. Athena looks at him concerned. “Okay, I’m with you so far.” Shaf nods, "I think." “I’m Athena the Goddess of War and Wisdom. Yes, I'm your true mate,” she tightens her hold on his hand.

Athena was already there. Her form shimmered, tall and sculpted with impossible grace. Hair cascading in threads of pale dark ash brown gold. Sharp dark grey eyes like a war drum slowed to a heartbeat. Armor kissed her skin like a second soul, but it was her mouth — firm, slightly parted — that held Aria's attention. She was powerful, and it clung to her like perfume. Every step she took sent little shivers down Aria's spine, like a distant memory crawling forward. "You came again," Aria murmured, voice airy with awe.

Even though we're not related but I feel a very deep connection with him and I don't know why, he once mentioned that I remind him of Sienna. Since I opened my eyes ten years ago and glared at him I felt a connection. He's the only person close to me right now and I'm not losing him even if I have to die doing so but I'm not dying right now, I have a mission to complete. I'm going for them, I'm going to be their worst nightmare. The queen of terror. They call me, Amphitrite the dark angel.

he said with a mix of concern and determination. While he was away, I found myself approached by an elderly woman. Her presence radiated wisdom and kindness as she drew near. "I can sense that you have enveloped yourself in darkness. So has he," she said softly, casting a compassionate gaze in our direction. "Yet, when you two sit together, the darkness dissipates." With a gentle smile, she extended her hand, revealing a delicately crafted miniature statue of the goddess Athena. "Athena was the embodiment of justice, but she also possessed the power to rule matters of the heart, often intertwined with love," the elderly woman explained, her voice carrying the weight of countless experiences.

Arthur giggles hearing me say that. “I should’ve known that you won’t satisfied with me. I am the one who is missing you, I really want you to get back and pay your losing bet” he laughs so hard and I throw a pillow at him. I was hoping he’ll forget about that bet. A day after arrived in this village, he and I made a bet about who will be the first to be involved in the love affair here, at that time I held Kathy's name, while Arthur held Anneth. And now it was clear that it was Anneth who had a chance to have a scandal with Dave. My defeat required me to accept all of Arthur's orders for 3 days. I don't think it's going to be difficult, considering that Arthur also always wakes up at 1 pm s

I yelled at her, my heart beating so fast that it would pop out any moment. "You saw?" She asked, chuckling. "What sa- WHAT IN THE WORLD WAS THAT?!!!! HOW?!" "I told ya, you'll develop a potus soon. You could have it since birth only if you weren't a halfling. There are many more powers in you which you have to explore yet, that was not even a bit of your powers." She said, looking at me with unreadable emotional eyes." You're a satangel's daughter Athena, your mother's a complete satangel unlike your second mum, Bethany. And I'm a complete satangel"

He was building an invisible cage around me, tightening the bars to see if I would crack before he had to execute his threat against Athena. My phone buzzed loudly in the center console. Taking a deep, shaky breath, I picked it up. The screen lit up with a text message from Athena. **Athena:** *[Image attached]* I opened the message. It was a stupid, low-resolution internet meme of an angry golden retriever sitting in a penalty box, wearing a tiny hockey helmet. **Athena:** *This is literally you body-checking Donovan into the next dimension this morning. Very grumpy boyfriend vibes today. Did you ice your knee?*

Liana’s POV Dog fights are inhumane. They claim that the combatants in the arena thrive on brutality. They assert that the beast within them constantly seeks an outlet. Even on nights like this, when the moon is not at its fullest and they appear as mere men. And do they not deserve violence for the destruction they have wrought upon our lands? But how many lives will be lost? And for what purpose? I shift uncomfortably on the wooden chair, adjusting the high collar of my gown, then brushing a stray lock of red hair away from my face. It’s stifling here. Overwhelmingly hot. Suffocating.