Blade Of Athena Novels & Stories

They were a story, a warning, a test. The first image was of a woman, tall and proud, her face a mask of serene wisdom, her eyes a sharp, intelligent grey. It was Athena, the original Athena, the warrior goddess who had forged the sword in the fires of her own divine will. The sword was not a weapon of conquest, but a tool of justice, a symbol of a balance that had long since been lost.

But that was him in all his glory and that didn't make me love him any less. He takes the machete in his hands and walks to Athenia who kept her lips closed, however, she couldn't take her eyes off the blade. Axel released his right hand from the chain and placed it against the ground, Athenia tried at all costs to free herself from his grip, but he was stronger and kept her positioned against the cold ground. He didn't give her a warning, just brought the blade down to wrist height and I watched Athenia's mouth open in a high-pitched, painful scream that could have been heard by others if we had neighbors around us.

She didn't need to finish. She addressed me directly. "You understand the consequences of lying? Of deception in the Goddess's presence?" My throat was dry. "Madness. Phantom pains. Vomiting. Blindness." She listed them calmly. " If she had a hectic day, she might strike you dead where you stand." The brothers shifted uneasily. "I have nothing to hide," I managed to say. "First, the blood." Athena produced a ceremonial knife. A small, wickedly sharp knife. She pricked my finger. A drop of blood fell into a crystal bowl. Then each brother in turn.

She landed on her back with a thud. I quickly turned around in time to redirect Athena's blade away from my gut...with my bare hand. The blade sliced my palm, making me wince. Athena's agility was jaw dropping. Her attacks and moves were like those of a very deadly assassin. Don't even get me started on her footwork, fucking smooth!

I need my sword. Reaching behind my back, I feel the cool, smooth texture of my marking shift beneath my fingers. There’s a brief moment where the ink pulses, almost as if it’s alive, before it solidifies into the hilt of my sword. I draw it out, feeling the familiar weight settle into my hand. The blade hums with energy, a glowing blue that pulses in time with my heartbeat. This sword is mine, a part of me, born of my blood and soul. Athena’s gift, forged from my very essence.

she retorted. Athena's expression turned murderous as she toyed with her knife, fixing her gaze on Blanche. "How much have you discovered about me, Blanche?" she asked, seemingly amused as she crossed her legs and leaned back. "So much," Blanche replied with a mischievous laugh. "I never imagined you were capable of such things, Athena. It’s truly a shame, really." Irritated, Athena delivered a sharp blow to Blanche's stomach. Blanche coughed but managed to keep laughing. "You're still as hotheaded as ever," she said, secretly working to untie herself with a blade she had discreetly slipped into her back pocket.

"I will call your friends now." "Thank you," Athena said as the nurse left her room, and she let out a sigh of relief. When the doctor asked if she remembered anything, she had to lie because she didn't know if she could trust them. She remembered everything, from when she climbed up to the roof, the argument between her and Dylan, and him pushing her off the roof when things got physical. A frown formed on her face as she remembered her dream. Her promise to get revenge played in her head, those who hurt her were going to pay dearly; she was going to make them all beg for mercy.

ALTHEA. Blade broke away from me and shifted into his wolf the moment I was able to separate the shield and give him an ordinary but still protective one. At least with this individual shield, we could both fight back. But, of course, the shield was not as strong as the one I’d been using for three days now.

Never once had thought that in her life she would be defeated in her aspect of war. Ting Ting Ting Clank Clank The stream of immaterial blades struck Athena’s shield for a minute, at that moment an inconceivable thing had happened. Crack….. Crack…. The cracking sound was heard and the source of it was the shield that protected her from the fierce stream of attacks from the other party. To achieve something like this, the other party needs to have precise control over her attack to strike at the exact same spot again and again at the dead center of her shield and keep the force from dispersing all over the shield or getting redirected to the other way.