Blood Of Zeus Dionysus の小説・ストーリー

“Dio…?” “Ah…” Dionysus took a long breath as he shut his eyes as if he was feeling it. “This scent… blood scent…” Hercules’ eyes rocked violently. Dionysus had changed his aura so suddenly. He was sipping the air for the second and lowered his head while opening his eyes. “Gasp! Dionysus?” Hercules squirmed underneath Dionysus and started to feel terrified. “What’s wrong with you, Dio?” Dionysus lowered his head; lower and lower and lower and lower.

Cloaked in black, their face hidden, but powerrolled from them in waves so thick it pressed the air from Maya’s lungs. Even Damien stiffened, his wolf bristling, and Felix took a cautious step forward. The figure lifted their head, just enough for a glimpse of glowing golden eyes. Not wolf. Not vampire. Not siren. Something else. Something ancient. “You carry the blood of all three,” the figure said, their voice carrying easily over the ruined cliffside. “But only one side will survive when the time comes. Choose wisely, Maya… for the end begins with you.”

Zeus is often depicted as an older man with a beard and is represented by symbols such as the lightning bolt and the eagle. He fathered many children. Among the most well-known are Athena, the goddess of war; Perseus, the hero known for slaying Medusa; and Persephone, Demeter’s daughter, and wife to Hades. Zeus is known for his many sexual (and oftentimes nonconsensual) relationships outside of his marriage to his wife and sister Hera.

“I need you to get Justin's tears. You can thank the Huntsman for breaking his heart because those are the perfect sort of sadness for the concoction I need as an offering.” She handed him a second vial. This time it was made out of a black glass. “This one is for sweat. Make sure you get it off the warriors when they're working hard training and getting ready for the night of the ritual. The sweat of impending battle will definitely be strong enough for what I need.” She held out her hand. “Give me your wrist.” “What for?” Randy asked suspiciously. “I'm going to take your blood before you leave.” “Why do I have to give the blood?”

She snapped her fingers again, and a suited man walked toward her with a bowl, while the first two pulled the man away. She opened the bowl and revealed the content inside, it was filled with blood. “Drink up…you will need your strength for what you are about to do.” She said to him and fed him the blood while he drank in small sips before it turned into large gulps.

“It’s worth a try. Maybe my blood is worthy. After all, it did unlock Muxue Yan’s bonds.” Hoko’s face turned white as a sheet upon hearing Xiyu’s words, and he clenched his fist behind his back, shivering as the couple faced each other. Using Xiyu’s ice dagger, Dongyue made a sharp cut on his hand and Xiyu’s, allowing the blood to trickle down the hole of the platform. Xiyu heard his prayers loud and clear. “Bodhisattva, grant me strength.” She heard the sound a chilly wind emerge from somewhere in the room, gradually getting louder and closer as the lights surrounding the platform lit up in a myriad of varying colours. No longer purple, she counted seven different colours.

"I was born ready for death. I had my resurrection in death, and to death, I shall return. Isn't that poetic?" “You’re sick.” “I think we’ve already established that.” "Let me finish him off." Hades digs the gun's muzzle into my temple, causing my head to tilt back. I don't stare at him—he's not essential. My gaze stays locked on Rose's, caught by how her eyes darker than lighten, flitting around as if she's unsure whether to take the gun from Hadesimir and shoot me or if it'll be better if she kills me with her bare hands.

And his name gave birth to the word 'panic'. Now the young gods climbed to Olympus, took over the palace, and Zeus became their king. His throne was guarded by four winged spirits, two male and two female, named Kratos , Zelos , Nike and Bia. They represented strength, rivalry, victory, and force respectively. Kratos and Bia were the law-enforcers and were tasked with jobs such as the apprehension and imprisonment of the Titans. Nike drove Zeus' chariot and often accompanied him in miniature form.

Zeus watched him with mocking eyes. Darren wolf was seconds away from ripping Zeus's head off when he heard a piercing scream. It was his chosen mate. Zeus set her on fire! In a twinkle of an eye, Darren returned to his human form and rushed to his mate. "Stop it!" He growled when the fire increased. Zeus remained in front of June, forming a shield that protected them from the fire. "It's in my blood," Darren's chosen mate said, "My blood is on fire!"

“I can feel it. It’s calling me. The Moon wants me to finish what my bloodline began.” “What does that mean?” She met his gaze, fear flickering beneath the defiance. “It means it wants me to merge with it. To become the vessel it’s been waiting for.” Zevran’s hand tightened on his sword. “Then it’s not getting you.” A faint, bitter smile touched her lips. “You can’t fight the Moon, Zevran.” “Watch me.” Before she could answer, the ground shuddered. The air split with a sound like cracking glass. From the center of the courtyard, a pillar of crimson light burst upward, and the shadow within it began to take form — massive, skeletal, wearing a thousand faces of despair.