Blood Of Zeus Titans Novels & Stories

My mouth abruptly went dry, and my gaze drifted back to the file, drawn as irrevocably as a moth to the flame. “And their research continues.” I slumped back in my seat, feeling defeated, but at the same time, frustration started to uncoil in my gut. I stared at her through flat eyes. “So you dragged me all the way in here to tell me I didn’t commit a crime, and that I’m fully human.” “No.” “But……” “They have determined that your father was not a shifter.” “Right. I’m human.” “No, Neemah. He wasn’t a shifter. Your father was a vampire!”

And it seemed to originate from the scar, tearing at his skin like ten thousand men with countless claws seeking reprieve from the imprisonment of his flesh as he held on. The darkness around him bled, pooling to the floor, as if washed down by cleansing water. He knew blood all too well. He had seen a lot of it. And he knew it very well. The darkness flowed all around him, like blood from a slit throat. And in time, even the hilts spilled with it. Strength returned to Sethlzaar's legs and when he rose the darkness was gone.

Zeus had been young and a play boy then, so ofcourse he didn't look serious and no one except my cousins and I took him seriously. I had compensated zeus with the northern region, and he's turned it into a fortress. Ethos knows he cannot win a fight with Zeus. It’s just not possible. Zeus is a hybrid Lycan Vampire, with the pure bloodline of the first vampire family. Only a pure blooded Lygion can truly take him on. "Shut the fuck up Ethos." Nathan thundered and the air around us suddenly turned chilly. It was like the cold air was about to thaw.

It could definitely kill a werewolf. “What happened here?” Ethan asked them, his blue eyes were looking dagger at Athena. Then his gaze shifted from her to Titania. “Are you okay?” Ethan’s angry expression a while ago was replaced right away with a worried look the moment he turned to Titania. But Titania had no chance to reply to him since she was already losing her consciousness. After a few seconds, Titania collapsed in front of them. Luckily, Ethan was fast enough to react as he caught her in his arms before Titania’s body hit the ground.

Its voice shakes the earth, each word a thunderclap. *“I. AM. INEVITABLE.”* The scar on Silas’s chest *splits*, golden-violet energy bleeding into the vortex. He collapses, agony shredding his senses as the titan’s gaze locks onto him. *“Thank you, Silas,”* it booms, raising a hand that crackles with apocalyptic power. *“Your sacrifice will be remembered.”* The world whites out. Somewhere in the void, Zara’s voice whispers one final plea:

“She’s going to give her blood to Cronos! “ Freya gasped. “The wrong blood given to an imprisoned God of wrath will do nothing “ Poseidon deduced while swinging his trident into the head of a half man, half dog creature that was attacking him. There were too many of them. Zac used the bolt to cut through the rope that was binding Helena from a post. It broke after the second cut and they joined the war. Smashing and breaking bones and claws and tearing on flesh by flesh. They do not lessen, thole in the ground keeps on producing them. Freya and Zeus are fighting back to back. Zac was amazed that his parents could now work together and they are a pretty good team to begin with. He started to

Anine asked. "Your daughter needs the blood of the deity on it. When he appeares in human form, give him a cut. Do not wrestle with him. Just a cut. The blood of that body he uses is the only thing that is needed on this sword. Ajonwa is a Spirit but he uses the body to wreak havoc. Get the blood on the sword and he would be no more. "He would kill me!" Anine said almost loudly. "Once his blood touches the sword, he would be rendered powerless and he will never use that body again. Can you do it? Consider the generation yet unborn and what he would do to them. Remember what he did to you, would you allow him to do it to another?"

I nod, her words settling into my bones like a vow. As the sun begins to set, painting the crystal wastes in shades of crimson and gold, Thessia calls Kael and me to her tent. We enter to find her sitting cross-legged on a pile of cushions, a shallow bowl of water in front of her. The water glows faintly silver—dreamwater, I realize. For scrying or prophecy. "Sit," she commands, and we obey. She studies us both for a long moment, her sharp eyes missing nothing. "The Bloodmoon will be fully risen in two hours. Kael, are you prepared?"

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.

He was pacing, his voice rising with obsession. “They say the Formula of Khoras was crafted during the Blood War,” Zeus said, his tone nearly reverent. “It’s a vial with enough power to make an Alpha immortal in battle. The last was earned by your father after he won a battle over the witches of Zamora. And before he died, it was said that he gave it to you.” His last few words were spat fiercely. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Torin growled through clenched teeth. His fingers dug into the restraints, nails bloodied.