Blade Of Athena Novels & Stories

But Athena recovered fast, ramming her shoulder into Freya’s stomach and knocking her back again. Freya kicked her off and stood, panting, blood trickling from a scrape on her lip. Athena charged again. This time, Freya was ready. She ducked, grabbed Athena’s arm, and flipped her over her back. But Athena was stronger than she remembered. She landed and sprang up immediately, claws out. She slashed Freya’s shoulder, tearing skin. Freya cried out but didn’t fall. She spun, elbowing Athena in the face. The sound of the impact cracked through the air.

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.

Apollo settled his quill and cleared his throat. "Come in." The door slide open, to reveal a tall woman in her mid twenties. Her auburn waist long hair was tied into a high ponytail. She was wearing a sliver colored armour with golden linings. Opal walked inside the rooms and bowed to Apollo. "Greetings to the General," Opal said, "The higher ups has agreed to grant you leave for the next four months but advised you to take your army with you and guard the borders of your hometown."

The surrogate mask is heavy, but it's the only armor I have left. My fingers graze the back of my neck—the thin, raised line of scar tissue across my throat, and just above it, tucked into the coil of my hair, the Phantom Blade. A titanium needle, no thicker than a wire, its tip ground to a point that could part skin before a man could register the cold. As long as it's there, I am not a victim. I am a weapon with the safety still on. "Ms. Moore? This way."

And above all else, have faith that you will find the answers,’ she says. The glow slowly dissipates, and I’m left alone in the dark once more. But this time, I’m filled with determination. I stand within the confines of Athena’s mind, take a deep breath, and roar. The roar echoes around me, bouncing off this shield keeping me from Athena, so I get low, into an attack position.

ATHENA'S P.O.V: "Athena just kill me, I can't bear the pain anymore please!" She pleaded with the teary eyes. Her face is bruised with some cuts with blood flowing away. While I stood there doing nothing . Crying and begging those cruel people was my only way to stop, but they didn't even acknowledge me. She was lying there like a living corpse body full of bruises and cuts along with blood oozing out of them. I begged them.

He said rubbing her shoulders. "Noah!" She croaked and hiccuped as she cried with all her heart. "He doesn't d-deserve that!" She stuttered and wiped her tears holding his only bracelet that fell. "I know Mia, he doesn't deserve that." BLAZE VIEW. Blaze was in his human form, fighting off the rogue warrior in one second, he ripped their head off with anger and his eyes glaring at nowhere. There was he, his only objective was to kill the rogue alpha without any mercy.

Damon POV The first blade came from the left. I deflected it, slammed my shoulder into the attacker, and drove my knife up under his ribs. He dropped without a sound. More came—sprinting through the trees, shouting Axel’s name like it was a war cry. I met them head-on. Steel met flesh. Blood soaked into the dirt. I moved on instinct. Dodge, strike, kill. My breath was ragged, my arms heavy, but I didn’t stop. Couldn’t. I carved a path forward through the chaos, eyes scanning the battlefield, listening for anything—anyone—that could tell me where Kalilah was.

I chipped in the update. “Two idiot friends always amalgamating the most stupid ideas” “So what do you think of it?” I was immune to her insults already. Anyone that still gets offended by it is yet to understand that harshness was Hilra’s mother tongue. She thought for a moment and turned to the door when it sounded like someone was walking past. “According to Anthonier, the blade is still with her?” “Yes. I believe it is safest in her room. No one would believe I’d leave a blade that could end me in the hands of a mistress who had barely stayed a full week”

" Just as they were about to shove Holly into the car, a frantic blare of a horn cut through the air. The screech of tires on asphalt followed, and a Maybach came barreling toward them. Luke was caught off guard, causing him to stumble back. The car screeched to a halt just five meters from him. Holly recognized the plate and breathed a sigh of relief. Yoel stepped out, his face raging like a storm. He walked towards them with an attitude that spelled trouble. Luke immediately shrunk under his shadow. Yoel only had one mission. He made a beeline for Holly, his crew following quickly behind to deal with the rest. The bodyguards helping Luke sensed that the tide had turned and they immediately