Blade Of Athena Novels & Stories

she spitting blood on his face. Her made the man boil in anger,he punched her twice,.. Athena regained her energy , kneeling the man in the balls, He got off her, groaning in pain but recovered quickly. They both stood up ready to fight each other, Athena attacked first receiving a kick that sent her flying back to the ground " You think you can fight me ? I am a very well trained man,while you are nothing but a street kid with no parents,no one to love"he laughed, kicked her again

Elio replied. As Elio turned to walk out, I screamed as the pain got worse. He stopped and turned back to look at me. I felt wet and looked down to see a red stain appearing on my gown. Elio rushed to my side to grab me. I wobbled as the room went fuzzy around me. The nurses exchanged looks and pressed the emergency button on the wall. “What’s going on?” Elio seemed panicked. “She tore her stitches.” Elio grabbed my hand trying to keep me calm. I could see the worry on his face between the fuzzy and clearness of my vision.

Athena The knife was pulled out of my body with brutal force. A sharp scream tore out of my throat as pain exploded through me. My knees almost gave out, and I stumbled forward, struggling to stay on my feet. Warm blood soaked through my clothes, each drop making my body weaker.

Artemis said and waved him off in annoyance. Cancer’s claws tightened again. I wheezed, the pressure grinding into my ribs. Manolya kicked harder in the opposite claw, her face twisted in pain. We locked eyes. She moved first. “Rage’s Blade!” she shouted, and in one sharp arc, she slashed the inside of the claw holding her. The pincer cracked. Manolya slipped through the opening as it broke apart and dropped, twisting midair. She landed in a shallow flip on a rock near the water’s surface.

The memories of the borderlands, the hunts, the bloodshed—they all blurred into the background. Only the blade remained. Steel. Control. Focus. He spun the sword once and brought it down in a clean strike that would have split a skull from crown to jaw. The sound echoed softly across the courtyard. Then— “You train early.” The voice came from behind him. Deep. Smooth. Ancient. Adrian froze instantly. His instincts reacted before his thoughts did. He turned and dropped to one knee. “My king.” King Vaelreth stood near the entrance of the courtyard, his dark cloak stirring slightly in the cold morning wind.

He looked entirely, sickeningly amused. "Is that so?" Vane smiled. It was a jagged, terrifying expression that didn't reach his dead, watery blue eyes. "Let us test the structural integrity of your little empire." He raised the small silver remote and tapped a single button. On the massive high – definition screen directly in front of me, the pristine white floor beneath Sloane and Jessica suddenly shifted. A section of the glass tile slid away with a soft, mechanical hiss. Rising from the hidden compartment was a single, gleaming carbon steel combat knife. It was identical to the one I carried strapped to my thigh.

The silver hair bloomed under the faint moonlight peeping through the leaves, reflecting pale light like threads of metal. I could not see his face clearly, but the sight of his broad back alone made my breathing hitch slightly. My heart started hammering inside my chest. "Don't fall in love," Moon warned. "I am not," I whispered quickly, though my pulse refused to calm down. My attention immediately shifted to his wound. A dagger had been driven deep into his back shoulder. The blade glinted faintly beneath the moonlight. Even from this distance, I could recognize the dull gray coating along the metal.

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.