Athena X Odysseus Novels & Stories

“Gineth’s friend! Just say, hi!” Gineth laughed, but the person on the other end scowled. His gaze lingered on the screen. I bit my lip as he continued to scrutinize me. It felt like he was sucking me into the screen. I waved and smiled, but the guy just gave a tight-lipped response. “Why would I say hi? I don’t know her,” he said in a cold and deep voice. We exchanged glances with Neth. She raised an eyebrow as she removed the screen from me. “Why so cold, Calix? She’s Athena! She’s my relative!” Neth said with a laugh.

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.

Arthur’s dark eyes held hers, and without thinking, she leaned in, brushing her lips against his in a swift, deliberate kiss. "For revenge," Athena whispered, her delicate fingers moved to gently stroke the firm jaw before her. "And for the great man who takes full care of his woman. This is the most special one!"

And it had taken a decade to finally see some result. “He is near. I can sense his Well; and he can sense me.” Odin’s response was a positive one, and it had Athena who had long learned to control her emotions squealing in delight like a common church mouse. Her pretty face reddened in excitement as she picked herself up from the ground and announced, “I’m coming there. Send me your coordinates.” “I wouldn’t do that if I were you,” Odin shook his head in disapproval. “Why?” Athena furrowed her brows impatiently.

"Yeah I know just pulling ya balls. I think you should see my date to the date. Hehehe" Marcus stepped out of his car and another woman from the opposite side of the car followed suite. The lady was dressed in a royal blue dress and she possessed strong feminine features such as a big waist, puffed chest , charming face and a big backside. Adrian widened his eyes in shook and yelled "Athena!!!!???" The lady spoke "Yes , Adrian God of fire and destruction , I'm Athena goddess of wisdom and I'm here to accompany Marcus on what Earthlings refers to as 'date's. Long time no see I've been wanting to meet you in person"

He had no idea, but he found himself saying, "I can fight." She nodded, finally looking away from him. "Good." They all began talking as soon as she turned away from him, Leonidas learning their names in quick succession. Hercules, he was a Zeus Familia and from the way he spoke, a High Family. The girl on him, Aellai, Artemis, he was not sure what she was or not. Then on another log entirely, two other people, Odysseus, a Poseidon Familia and Dido, an Athena Familia.

My hand found her throat and wrapped itself around it. Athena turned her face to the side, not wanting to look at me. She had tears in her eyes and I could feel her shaking. My mind made images of her shaking in a different kind of way and I almost groaned at the thought. I brought my face next to her ear, taking a sniff of her and finding myself enjoying her scent. It was still fucking early in the morning and she smelled so fucking good. Why did she have to smell so good this early? I took another whiff, feeling my cock grow as I stayed pressed against her. “Don’t forget who you’re talking to Athena. We may be married but all you’ll ever be to me is a slave, something you should have been

Athena's POV I wake up with a splitting headache, but the soft embrace of my Egyptian cotton duvet covers makes it bearable. Turning to my side, I spot Cassian lying on top of the covers, deeply engrossed in his sketchbook. He’s drawing something, his brow furrowed in concentration. Suddenly, I’m acutely aware of myself—my makeup, the clothes I passed out in last night. I peek under the covers and realize I’m no longer in last night’s clothes; instead, I’m wearing a comfortable shirt from my closet. I’m still in my underwear, which means Cassian must have helped me change without taking advantage of me while I was out cold.

How I wish I really belonged in this place. “Anyway, Ms. Patterson. Since we’re talking about it, you must be aware of the Seven Caste of Powers here in Olympus. I presume that you already have ideas about it?” She explained, going back to her formal and authoritative aura. She must have noticed that she’s taking off too much of her mask. “Yes, but not that much though,” I replied. The orientation went on and I must say that the more I get to know Olympus, the more I wanted to stay here. It’s as if I don’t want to wake up from the dream I can make use of as an escape against the cruelty of the human world.

Athena The world is fire. Not the gentle warmth of the bond when it hums low and steady. Not the slow ache of longing that’s haunted my dreams for five years. This is something else entirely raw, violent, all consuming. An inferno tearing through everything in its path. Tristan. I feel him before I see him, before the smoke thins or the screams sharpen into meaning. His presence slams into the compound like a living force, Alpha power unleashed without restraint, without apology. It rolls through stone and steel alike, bending the air, cracking foundations.