Athena Saint Novels & Stories

She cried out and the unknown girls in the cage whimpered and shifted as far away from her as possible. “Don't... don't hurt her Athena,” Dojo groaned and clutched his chest over his heart. “We don't want anything to rile him up. We must go on with the plan.” Athena heaved dramatically and walked to the cage. “My parents thought me the delusional one. They rejected me and dumped me off at a stupid temple to become a f*cking priestess after I was getting more delusional. I should have been the one to marry King Kastor, I should have been allowed to rule my kingdom, I should have been the number one daughter and not her! Which is why the first thing I influenced Dakar to do when Dojo awoke in

The people in this world is adoring the existence of the goddess Athena, the goddess of war. They believe that magic is bestowed by Her Grace as a gift for her followers to survive the harsh wars in the past. Athena’s statue is built in the middle of the busy plaza of the most famous and secure town in the whole continent, Snowflake Town.

Athena shouted angrily as she marched up to me, the poster also in her hands, with her three minions following behind her like stray puppies. She looked so fierce, like an angry hen who lost one of her chicks to the hawk. Everyone was beginning to gather around us, this is what I've always hated in my life, and I've fallen a victim. “I-I di-didn't,” I stuttered, moving back. “What? Cat got your tongue, where's the sharp-mouthed and bold nerd?” Athena fired and laughed evilly. Everyone was muttering as they stared at me. “I knew you were the one bitch, you were the one who's trying to steal my boyfriend's attention,” She seethed, and I couldn't talk.

They both stepped into the house before she slammed the door shut. “This place is amazing.” Athena said. “Of course it is.” Earnestine chuckled. “Who is she? And what did you find today?” Janeka said folding her arms and looking at them. “I'm Athena Deux. I'm a witch and a researcher. I came to learn about Weston Hills and its history. Fortunately, your sister found me. I mean we found each other.” “You have something to offer.” “Of course she does. Have a seat.” Earnestine interrupted while Athena sat down.

They earned nothing except pain. Broken hearted. Cheated. Fell out of love. Toxic relationship. However, I want to take risk and live by my name. Athena the goddess of wisdom and war. Along with fear of getting hurt and broken is the hope that maybe the world with its viciousness and cruelness, a little kindness might overthrow it.

That just wasn’t in her nature. Stupid girl. Athena was never one to cower from a fight, not even when she knew it was a trap like I made her go through every fucking time. I scooped her away from my mother’s arms and cradled her. My vision already blurred from the tears that formed. “Athena, look at me. Please look at me.” I sang desperately as the tears began to fall. She was chocking, she was not healing. That fucking bullet was a curse and she wasn’t healing.

Athena "Karen Garcia?" The girl in the passport looked nothing like me, her blonde hair made her look like her make-up, she wore so much make up it looked like it added a few kilograms to her face, and her eyes were drooped halfway like she was more than a bit high. Luciano had a goofy smile on his face, like he was enjoying himself, "You like it?" "What Latino is named Karen?" He took a step closer, wrapping his arms around me and pulling me into him despite my protests,"A beautiful goddess, that's who."

I said, a sad smile forming on my face because, for some reason, Riley reminded me of Athena. "Why can't she? Is she not around or something?" Xavier asked, and I didn't know how to tell this little kid that Athena was in a coma without losing my composure. "Her name is Athena. She got hurt, but she's in the hospital now and getting better. We're heading to the hospital to see her, so you can meet her then. She can't introduce herself because she is sleeping right now, but when she wakes up, you can get to meet her. She's really smart, like your sister," Austin explained. I could sense the pain in his voice, but he covered it up with a smile.

I look up in to his violet eyes and I gulp. “300,” I say and Asteria whimpers. “Where there innocents amongst them?” Athena asks and I bite my bottom lip and nod my head. She gasps as her eyes turn white. She raises her hand into the sky and lightning strikes her and she is now wearing a white robe complete with silver armour and a sword in her hand. “They took children? They will hurt innocents to get to her. You watched and allowed it to happen. You are no better than them.” She points her flaming sword at me and I look away.

Some of the family's business associates also came to pay their respects. Athena's father was the founder of a renowned gallery in the country, the Picture Perfect Gallery, established for them by her late mother. Her mother, a well-known painter, passed on to Athena the passion and skill for painting. However, when her stepmother and her child entered their lives, Athena no longer focused on her artistic pursuits. This was because her stepmother took over the management of the gallery, while Athena busied herself with other matters and tried working elsewhere. Eventually, she met Egon, the first man she loved and trusted, who ultimately betrayed and deceived her.