Blood Of Zeus Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Selena then comes up wrapping his wrist to stem the bleeding. He hands me the glass before looking me dead in the eye. ‘Do you Zaikai vow to protect this realm for all who live in it, do you swear to serve this realm with all your power as king,’ he states. ‘I swear,’ I add. ‘Then cut your wrist and mix the blood into this cup to claim your destiny,’ I hold my hand out and he slices my wrist I hold the glass underneath allowing the blood to flow in, it mixes with my father, and I take a sip. Selena wraps my wrist stemming the wound.

I carefully led him into bed and we immediately got cuddled into each other's arms. Even as we were cuddled up together, and even after assuring Asher that all would be well, I still found it difficult to sleep. I stayed up all night thinking about how the battle was going to be because the next day was going to be the day of the blood moon, the day Serafina had promised to launch her attack. The more I thought about it, the more my heart clenched and skipped but I still couldn't bring myself to stop thinking. I wished there was a way I would be able to do something to fix the situation. Anything at all that would stop all of these and bring everything back to normal.

But he tried to harass me. "Hmm," I exhaled and went down with him.“It's fine. You can get up now." "No, it's not fine," he insisted. “Please, spare me. Forgive me, please." I already did. What did he want again? Was he really that scared of Alpha Zeus? "But I already did," I replied and patted his back.“Please, get up. Eyes are watching. You can't continue this way." "The Alpha will kill me," he said. “Please, spare me."

Gareth chuckled. "He attacked you? Ryan would never attack anyone," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. "Then you knew him," Seraphine muttered. Gareth frowned. He raised his hand and signaled for everyone to stop. "We'll take a break, while I take the Queen to a corner where she can relieve herself." Without saying anything else, he started walking, and Seraphine followed him from behind. When they had put some distance between them and the others, he turned to her. But Seraphine spun him around and kicked him behind his knee, forcing him to kneel. Without her claws out, she held him by the throat. "If you move, I will kill you. If you try to twist or avoid any of my questions, I'll

Elizabeth clutched her wrist after she pulled away, turning her back to me. Pain had flickered across her face, though she said nothing. Damn it. I’d nearly kissed her. What in the hell was wrong with me? This wasn’t right—she had a true mate. I cursed myself as I pushed to my feet. “You wanted more than just a kiss, Jason,” Helios drawled mockingly, straining against the barriers I forced into place. His hunger pressed forward, sharp and insistent. I shoved him back, locking him out, desperate to clear my own head. The last thing I needed was his desires twisting mine. I looked at Elizabeth.

Instead, she ran the blade over her palm, splitting her skin open enough, so a small amount of blood was pooling around the fresh wound, and I stared at her, speechless with wide eyes. “Before we return. Let’s make a blood oath. We, the Greek queen and the Turkish queen, will seal our allegiance to one another in blood.” Regan said in a low voice as she passed me the blade. With hesitation drilling into my bones, I accepted the blade and bit down on my inner cheek as I sliced my palm open. Once we had spilled enough blood, we shook hands, cementing our new bond. It felt wrong because I had no right to ally with anyone like I was Quenten’s equal. But I was also so eager to escape that I didn'

“You want to call me a danger, fine. You want to call me a curse, fine. But don’t sit here pretending you’d be alive if I’d done nothing.” The room fell quiet, but they weren’t calm. They weren’t used to me speaking, and they definitely didn’t like it. Nolan watched me, his jaw tight, and Jeremiah leaned against the table, with his arms folded, waiting to see how far I’d go. “You all want to talk about what happened,” I said, forcing my hands open. “Then at least speak facts, not assumptions. He didn’t attack his Gamma as the King; he attacked because of the Blood Moon’s effect on the curse clawing at him from the inside. And I stopped it, because I could. Because no one else did.”

“I swear—” “LIES!” His voice boomed like a thunder. “What did you put in it?! Who sent you?!” He was moving toward me now, a terrifying alpha filled with rage, his face shadowed by something ancient and wild. I could see his eyes, glowing faintly. Not gold. Not human. Something else. Everyone in the room stood frozen. I shook my head violently, eyes wide. “Please—I would never—” He reached for me. And just before his hand could touch my throat—

“It holds. The pup’s demonic taint vanished the moment Azel knotted the leather strap around his throat. See for yourselves on the Bloodmoon Trials Arena live-feed.” I shift my weight, my raw leather trousers sticking to my skin in the evening heat. Within thirty minutes, the entire northern territory is flooded with messages on the MoonNet Circle. “I watched the blood-line charts from earlier,” an ancient elder writes. “The boy had a death-curse written into his jawline. Now it is completely gone. This boy Azel is no parlor trickster. He belongs to a high lineage.” “Why is a high-born shaman fighting like a common gladiator in the arena?”

An inner court he didn't deem me fit to belong to, just yet, till I had proven myself, graduating top of my year from Crescent Moon Academy. Something I was ashamed to admit when my friends asked me about it after our icy encounter so I lied and said it wasn't something I was authorised to talk about. Whether they bought it or not, I couldn't tell. But the general knowledge available to the rest of the other clans was that the Bloodstones were sabotaging our safety as werewolves well hidden and blended into the misty woods of the Pacific Northwestern region. To the humans on the other side of the world. They established a sort of communication with them and were betraying our kind. My father