Atreus X Thrud Novels & Stories

Finding Axeris and Khiones together was an impossible sight except if one race was dead and the other was alive and standing over the corpse, but finding Axeris and Khiones working together was more than impossible yet it was where Iris, Xanth, Syrana and her Khione warriors found themselves in as they made their way through Oerth forest.

.Chapter 23 Tension Meanwhile, burdened by the weight of betrayal, Nerissa desperately sought out Tritan, intercepting him on his way to training. The profound hurt of betrayal was etched on her face as she signed, her hands trembling with emotion, "Did you turn them in?" Tritan's expression hardened, his eyes reflecting a mix of pain and determination, but he maintained a calm demeanor as he signed back, his hands firm and resolute, "No, I promised you I wouldn't! I would never break a promise, Nerissa." Tritan held her gaze, hurt that she would question his unwavering loyalty. After a moment of silence, Nerissa nodded, her eyes brimming with understanding, acknowledging Tritan's steadfastn

I remember I hold his hand so tight, really tight ‘till I can feel the warmth of his palm. “Thank you so much,” I said to Arthur as I let go of our hands. The nurse has finished taking my blood and asked us to wait for the result later. Arthur takes me to the waiting room where the others wait for us. I see Kathy and Ted were having a little joke, Ted is a kind of a funny guy, he made jokes to lighten the mood. Anneth and Dave are starting to show interest in each other, are they gonna be a couple in this group though? And Ivan just sits there, listening to Kathy and Ted jokes. I don’t see Vincent around them. Ivan stood up to greet us. “You've done the test? I hope you feel alright” Ivan be

Attention on us! Thorne had beautiful golden eyes. "Full sync!" Follow your heart, your Silver Heart, and your commitment!“ Draven looked at me with his dark blue eyes. "Every spark, every bond, every heartbeat—you are stronger than this piece, Moonbound." "Trust us and trust yourself."

"You mean—" "I mean," Adeyemi interrupted, his voice a low vibration of pure power, "that the threads are being trimmed. I had nothing to do with the mother anyways. By tomorrow, We will have our merger, our contracts, and our peace. The girl will be a ghost, and my son will be a man. Whether he likes it or not." Tony Williams raised his glass. "To the merger, then. And to ghosts." They clinked glasses. The sound was sharp, like a bone snapping.

The Thracians observed the young man, assessing the sincerity in his eyes. Maximus, sensing the delicate balance, joined the gathering under the olive trees. "Thracians, your history is intertwined with mine. The blood that flows in Leonidas's veins is a testament to the unity we seek. Together, we can build a future where Thrace and Athena stand as allies, not adversaries."

She’s stretched too thin, as she has spent too much power focused on the ritual, and on weakening the veil. Her grip on Thorne and Tristan weakens. Tristan shudders and a crack appears in his mask. Then Thorne stiffens, his breathing ragged. His eyes flash , green, then sliver, then green again. “No,” Athea hisses. “Stay. Obey me!” But they’re fighting it. Both of them. I gasp, hope blooming sharp and sudden in my chest. “No,” I whisper. “No, you didn’t”. I turn to Thorne as he struggles to come back to normal, his face twisted with confusion and pain.

And at the center of that pillar stood Astraeus. The boy was suspended three feet in the air, his small body rigid. The silver-and-black shield he had conjured from his dual-bloodline was still active, but it was cracking under the immense gravity of the Celestial Judges' gaze. Tiny, glowing red fractures were spreading across his skin, traveling up his arms toward his chest where the Void-braid was anchored. "Stay back!" General Thorne yelled, his voice hoarse. He was pinned to the floor fifty feet away, his armor completely flattened against the stone by the sheer gravitational force of the beam.

Unknown The air crackled with tension as Arthur stood at the entrance of Ambrosia’s lair, the remnants of the battle still echoing in his ears. The scent of charred earth and smoke hung heavy in the air, mingling with the lingering cries of the wounded. Athena clung to his side, her eyes wide with a mix of fear and determination. “We need to find the others, Grandpa,” she urged, her voice steady despite the chaos around them, a stark contrast to the turmoil within.

He replies to my mind with an image of a thumbs up emoji. I launch myself on top of my maker. In an attempt to halt him. The longer I'm in his presence, the more obedient my mark grows and betrays me. I'm trying to hit, bite and even scratch him. The mark is spreading over him shielding my attacks. He continues walking with me on his back. We stop in front of Arlo and Helena trying to make their escape. Arlo steps in front of her but Thorne grabs his throat and throws him away. I pry myself from his back and step in front of Him. His eyes are red and snake like.