Athena Fanart Novels & Stories

he was a quiet kid, from a young age he was into all the pack business, he excelled at school and everyone knew that there was maturity beyond his age in his bright hazel eyes, his hair was dark in color in likeness to his fathers with thick shaped brows, he was also the tallest in class, Venus sometimes feared he'd grow too tall and Dante would have to explain to her that even he had fast growth at Abels age, the Lycan genes would show every now and then. Athena was the exact opposite from her brother from a young age, they were not identical twins, she was outgoing and confident, she was also her father's shadow, where ever Dante was Athena was always nearby, she had her fathers heterochr

My thighs clenched and I shot him my look. "Bring it on." I mouthed and the lazy smirk that he gave told me to get ready. I was sure my cheeks were red as I avoided his gaze and looked at our kids instead. Athena was a complete replica of her father, with grey eyes and straight black hair, she was the true definition of her name, she was fearless and always made sure to protect her baby brother wherever they were. While Zephyr was my replica but he had his father's features, with flaming red, curly hair and a heart of gold.

Athena closed her eyes tightly, clenching her jaw as the mate's heat wracked her body once again. She couldn't escape from either. Morrigan's restlessness was taking at her on one end, the heat was messing with her on the other. Zaya came out of the dressing room, and Athena opened her eyes to see her in cute, puppy-designed blue pyjamas. “Your eyes,” Zaya murmured as she stood rooted to the spot. “Oh, sorry,” Athena said hastily as she realised she had unknowingly let out her aura again. “Get it together, Athena. You are here to comfort the girl, not scare her to death,” she snapped at herself inwardly.

She stood at 5'9" with a well-toned frame and an Amazonian astatic with her choice of clothing. Her bare arms and back are covered with tattoos of different animals from many different cultures. Walking outside and directly to the tree Hevenly had previously used as a shadow gate then proceeding to lean against the tree and speak quietly bit loud enough for Hevenly to hear) I know you don't know me yet and I know you use Negativity as a resource for whatever your currently doing, so let me make myself clear. I am Evelyn Kamahazara. Or Athena in your native tounge. While I shall not interfere with you unless provoked, know that only the strong survive on this planet. So if you play with fire,

Realizing what she had done, Athena calmed down, “I’m sorry, it’s just that I never expected you to show them to him.” “Why not, I don’t see anything wrong in showing them the pictures, you looked so beautiful in them and I wanted him to see how like a model you look. Really, you should consider being a model, there is nothing wrong with making a name for yourself.” Athena didn’t hear the last things he said, her mind was preoccupied with what Sean would think of the pictures, she didn’t want to join in the shoot but seeing how beautiful the models looked, she had just wanted to try out and at the end, TB made her snapped with all the dresses there. And she was even told to stay in some post

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.

“So, what your friend’s name?” “Rin,” Athena replied. “FYI she’s not my friend.” “Umm,” he slowly said. “Does she drink?” “Probably no," Athena replied puffing out the smoke through the small gap she had created at the corner of her lips. “I still wonder why Hendrik still keeps her.” “Rick?” “Yeah, she’s one of Hendrik's girls," she replied. “I am not his," I corrected Athena. A crazy sudden laughed cracked out from her red lips. Soon Comet joined in. Their irritating laughter accompanied by Comet taping on the stirring wheel was starting to make me feel uncomfortable.

“And I will give you the thrones of the earth. Kings will bleed at your command. Armies will march to your whim. No man will ever look down on you again.” The promise of power settles beneath my skin like wildfire. For a reckless heartbeat, I imagine it: a crown heavy on my brow, the world bowing at my feet, leaving the dirt of Ida behind forever. But before I can speak, Hera steps back with a knowing, imperious smile. The warmth vanishes instantly, replaced by a sudden, piercing chill. Athena approaches. She’s beautiful in a way that makes my survival instincts scream. Sharp where Hera is soft. Deadly where Hera is seductive. Her golden armor clings tightly to a body sculpted for war, and h

It ought to be written on each and every line of my face, She arches her back, thrusting her breasts out. They’re full and heavy, and I prefer nothing than to take her tough nipples in my hungry mouth. The urge to join her builds inside of me, however I didn't move. I have to appreciate this moment. She’s so goddamn attractive it makes my chest hurt. Athena turns below the cascade of water, giving me a terrific view of her round ass. It’s like a firm, ripe peach that I favor to take a chunk out of.

Arthur’s deep brown eyes couldn’t look away from the breathtaking sight reflected on his phone screen. The glass surface seemed to be teasing him, urging him to approach the woman on the other side. His breath hitched as Athena’s movements slowed. And then, as if testing his resolve, she let her robe slip off completely, revealing a tantalizing silhouette barely covered by a thin, black fabric. The contrast between the dark material and her radiant white skin was utterly mesmerizing.