Blood Of Zeus Dionysus Novels & Stories

Hadiya looked at her friend who looked pained. Her surroundings turned blur. She blinked multiple times but it didn't adjust. Her vision went back and white making her eyes hurt with the sudden increase in exposure. She unknowingly started jogging up the stairs skipping two at a time. "What? Zee where are you going?!!" Hadiya yelled seeing Zoya run off to god knows where. Zoya saw it. She saw the colors of her surroundings fading away making everything appear colorless in black and white.

“If we let him keep control, this doesn’t end.” Bernardo spits on the ground. “So what? We charge into the woods blind?” “No,” Theon says. “We charge smart.” He looks at Bianca. “Give me one of those tonics.” She blinks. “You don’t need it. You’re a Lycan. Your claws—” “—aren’t working,” he says flatly. “Not on them.” She hesitates. Then reaches into her pouch and hands him the last vial.

I watched as the guy left and the one thing that keep sticking in my mind that he seemed to be a strange guy but I’m not sure why that is. “What’s wrong baby girl?” “Who is that guy?” “That’s Dionysus, and he’s the god of wine and pleasure. He also the son of Zeus. Why don’t you go pick out a ring that you like to get.”

I shake my head at him silently and brush my fingers against the side of my neck, signaling to Marco that I need him to step in. Originally, I thought Dionysus was working for Zeus, but if Katherine was really the one who asked him to be at the event, does Zeus even know Dionysus is here? I don’t need to question it. From the smell of the contents, if I drink whatever's in that glass, I’m going to die. You would think the God of Wine and Ecstacy would do a better job of hiding poison in his own creation.

The academy gates loomed ahead, massive black iron twisted into the shape of thorned vines. It glowed faintly along the metal, humming with magic that made the hairs on my arms stand on end. Two guards stood at the entrance, both armed with blades that looked older than the city itself. One was a vampire, pale as moonlight with eyes like melted gold. The other… I didn’t even know. His skin shimmered faintly, like his shape was never fully fixed in one form. They scanned us, eyes lingering on me, but Davorin murmured something under his breath and they stepped aside.

Others looked like they’d just witnessed something forbidden. Jason raised his glass higher. “To Lord Zeus!” His voice boomed through the space. “To Lord Zeus!” A few voices echoed him hesitantly. Then more. Then more. “TO LORD ZEUS!” The chant built, spreading through the crowd like wildfire. “Blood is thicker than water!” Jason continued, his eyes bright with something manic. Something dangerous. “Blood is thicker than water!” “BLOOD IS THICKER THAN WATER!” The crowd was chanting now. The symbols on the walls seemed to pulse with each repetition. The crowned lion watching over everything.

The unusual pleasure overwhelming my senses had made me feel way too dizzy, as my mind started to go blank when I tried to push him away with a faint murmur. “Let…go…Please…No…more…” But my attempts failed again when this time Zeus grabbed both of my arms within the clasp of his right arm as if he seized me within his grip and bit my lips hard once again until blood finally came oozing out. I shuddered from pain and the unknown chill of pleasure making me dizzy, along with the metallic taste of blood that filled both our adjoined lips, but I clearly sensed this time…Zeus drank a little bit of my blood!

He grated, his annoyance blossoming. “But you do.” another god countered. “you're Zeus after all.” Dionysus cleared his throat, “It's about Hades.” Everyone present in the room let out a terrified gasp. Father hated that name and even on mount Olympus they knew of his profound hatred for his brother. I wondered who was going to stop him if he suddenly flew off the handle in anger now that Poseidon had his hands full and wasn't present. I studied Zeus, watch him struggle to hone some ounce of control. Gritting his teeth he spoke, avoiding Hade's name like mentioning it stung.

Professor Damaris also said that every Summoner has a spirit animal who can protect and guide them. The Healing Caste is the sixth caste in the Olympus wherein people like Dr. Foster have the ability to heal and revive someone from death. If not so, others from this caste can create different kinds of potions—good potions to be exact. Professor Damaris didn’t elaborate on it because she said that I’m able to know it soon.

taking my hand into hers, she tried to brush the worry, but she knew it could not do anything; “those people, those who attacked, are a strong cult of pure bloods believers, they believe that bloods should not be mixed, it happend to multiple packs, where incidents like this take places, the most recent happened with the Corrigens, where his human mate got killed by her own omegas. I remember that incident, it was a big blow, they said that the used dark magic to save the cups, but no one knows for certain what went down.