Athena X Aphrodite Novels & Stories

Braving the crushing weight of the god's aura, the servant shakily opened the box. Lying inside was the laurel crown—the very symbol of Apollo's consort, meant for his bride's head. Then, following Lyra’s final instruction, the servant activated a memory stone. Instantly, a vast, shimmering image materialized in the air above them. It showed Apollo and Cassandra, tangled in a passionate embrace. Their every explicit whisper, their every dismissive remark and calculated plan against Lyra, was laid bare for all of Olympus to see. "By the gods, the God of Light betrayed his own betrothed..."

The claws retreated when Rhys gave me back control. Happy birthday, By the time you read this, we will no longer walk this earth. We regret we couldn’t be with you, but we had to keep you safe. There are still followers of Hephaestus. We need you to remember the stories we told you about the Gods. For the first time in a thousand years, Aphrodite and Ares walk this earth together. We know you don’t remember your past lives and we can't say too much. But please know, you won’t recognize your mate, but they will recognize you.

They still would flock to them, that is the daunting charismatic nature of being a god from Olympus. Roula Fengari and Apollo Moon were seen at odds, they seemed to look and act like siblings but were secret lovers. Students deemed them Ying and Yang after hearing how they had similar but different views on intimacy and other issues. When the two would introduce their respective partners, Cynthia moon and Vulcan Black they would get strange looks. Roula, Aphrodite, would be followed by Vulcan, Hephaestus. She wouldn’t touch him or allow him to touch her. Roula was always flirting with other male students and men in front of him. Vulcan was the least respected guy on campus but also the most

I am telling you Athena come here if you didn't came towards me I am not gonna talk with you, hearing this Athena gets scared she runs towards Adrian and hugged him tightly Adrian hugged him back and realized Athena was crying, he broke the hug and asked "jaan why are you crying"? Because you told me that you won't talk with me "Adrian promised me you won't say this again" Adrian wiped her tears and said "I promise you I won't say this

“You said powers. Do you know what powers? I am faster than any wolf or lycan I have come across already. Athena can sense when our creature counterpart is distressed. We are getting stronger by the day.” “This, my child, is a good question, but not one I can answer for you. See Freya was the goddess that was associated with love, beauty, fertility, sex, war, gold and the sight of a seer. I haven’t researched into her too much as Selene, our new moon goddess, warned me that I wasn’t allowed. Your fate has been written. You have two paths you can take and only you can decide which one is correct. You are the one that has to do this. I have many books here in my library, but so does Darius, an

Athena Under the twinkling stars, I stood by the tranquil lake, the moon casting a silvery glow that danced across the water’s surface. The gentle lapping of the waves against the shore created a soothing rhythm, and the cool night air carried the fragrance of blooming night jasmine, filling me with a sense of calm. Here, I felt Seraphim’s spirit, gentle yet powerful, enveloping me in a warm embrace, whispering secrets of strength and wisdom that transcended time.

Claire also looked at him with a seductive gaze, full of passion. "Shit!" cursed Leon. He finally remembered something in the legend of Greek mythology. "Why?" asked Claire. "I forgot something important," said Leon. "What?" asked Claire as she walked over gracefully. Showing her long and smooth legs. “Ares and Aphrodite are the most legendary couple. Aphrodite had affairs with many men, including her adopted son Adonis. But Ares, is her favorite," said Leon. By the time he finished his sentence, Claire was right in front of him, they were only a few centimeters away. Her soft hand gently touched Leon's cheek.

"You've always been very interested in what Hecate is up to, haven't you? I'm sure not knowing these past three years would have killed you, had you not been immortal." Aphrodite. Goddess of Love. I recall, and although I can't explain it, my nose wrinkles distastefully at the sight of her, and my heart tugs with something akin to dislike. Aphrodite tilts her head back and laughs sweetly, though I have a feeling she's anything but. "Oh, on the contrary, Hera. I must say, it's been lovely having Ares warm my bed these past few years. You don't mind, do you, Hecate?" She adds innocently, her eyes wide. "I know things ended on a...sour note with you two, but I hope there's no hard feelings."

Shimmering images of Aria laughing, crying, sleeping, bleeding, kissing, dying. Living. Aphrodite collapsed to her knees, overwhelmed. She pressed her hand to one of the images—Aria curled in a blanket, tangled with Elara, Nova, Iris, Lys, Athena, and Selene. The tenderness was so raw it hurt. "She's whole," Aphrodite whispered. "She's not alone," Vaethea said. "No," Aphrodite replied. "But she's not safe yet." They both turned toward the center of the cathedral, where a throne of bone stood.

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.