Athos Character Novelas e Histórias

Helene explained. I nodded a little. I probably had. Generally, around a half dozen men tended to the war horses. But only I and two specialized horse masters ever tend to Atlas. “And my second question?” I asked, looking at Ambrosia. “We… we’ve kissed but nothing more, m’lord. Kostis...he fears Lord Ares and yourself. He knew that Lord Ares had taken notice of me in... in that way.” Ambrosia frowned. I nodded, making my decision, or at least a decision on a path. “Hypatos!?” I called, knowing he would not have gone far. Moments later, the door opened, and Hypatos stepped in.

She stepped out of bed to open the door, only to see a strange male standing on the other side of the thick bars. He slowly removed his hood, revealing his face and Lylah stared at the familiar male with a blank expression. “You're Lylah Greystone,” he said. “And you're one of the Lords of the Emissaries,” she muttered. “Yes. I'm Lord Atheon, Lord of the North,” he stepped closer—nearly crossing a dark border line. “Careful,” Lylah warned. “Many have died crossing that.” Atheon glanced down at the black line that stretched across the floor.

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.

I can’t imagine what the head patriarch is like. I let out a soft sigh. Mordecai. I didn’t even know he was a Thalorian. A stupid oversight on my part. I should have done more research. For heavens sake, he’s called Hades. Why didn’t I ever stop to think that he could be affiliated with Olympus? Bastian has been anything but a pleasant host. But he is one thing–extremely chatty. “If I eat, will you answer some questions?” I ask, watching him closely.

I mumble out a thanks to her, still pissed that I’m even here in the first place. “I brought you here for other reasons, however, not just to heal you. I wanted you to meet Thoth, the God of the spell casters and the one who gave Scàthach her powers. I also wanted to talk to you about Siobhan’s request for the Lost warrior James.” A man appears out of nowhere, and upon further observation, I see that he’s not completely a man—he’s an ibis-headed humanoid.

"Do not be surprised, my lord. We're demons. We can find anyone," Athon said to Grey. Grey looked at him in skepticism. "Really? Then, why can't I find her?" He asked. "I'm surprised myself, my Lord. Finding anyone should not be difficult for you. You're the demon emperor. It's in our traits. Perhaps you need to recuperate your energy to feel all of those powers again. Do not worry, we'll definitely help you recuperate," Athon reassured him as he continued. "But, first, tell me, who is this person you want to find?" He asked.

“I thought so too.” “You need your soul back, immediately,” Idris groaned, half-laughing, half-choking. Asbeel approached. “Charlene.” She nodded. “Nice work.” “You too,” he said, glancing at the carnage. “That was Lord... what was his name?” “Baphomet,” she said. “Two down. Two to go.” She turned and began walking. “Wait,” Seth called, stepping in front of her. Her eyes glowed with power—bright, unnatural. Too much.

Alejandro smirks. The words feel like a punch to the gut. I know that about Dad. I’ve been his test subject for years… I can hear Charlotte’s heart thud before she moves closer to me, her eyes filled with sadness as she wraps her arms around one of mine. Kiara and Delsanra exchange looks, and Alejandro’s smirk fades as he watches us intently. “So uh… Apophis, as in the Egyptian god of Chaos?” Charlotte asks, trying to lighten the tension.

Her grandfather was not impressed with the biker that showed up. But Athos was a Saint. He was stubborn and loyal to a fault. By the time of the shooting, the old man was warming up to him. This was just a minor setback. The door to the garage opened and Athos could hear boots before he could see his brother and Ink. “Where’s-" was all that Tank got out before the younger man was motioning for silence and pointing at the couch. Smiling softly, he reached over the back of the couch and ran his knuckles down her cheek.

Her red lips curved in a sly smile. "Octavius of Camelorn," she approached him swaying her hips as she came. Her hand came up to rest on his shoulder, she let her hand slid along the length of his arm. Octavius pulled back. Ashterah frowned at his unusual action, she watched him carefully as he tried to avoid her eyes. "Octavius, don't be afraid I am the goddess of war and I will help up but first you have to please your goddess."