Blood Of Zeus X Reader Novels & Stories

Zelena was still laying on the ground, I knew she was going to be easy to be rid of, just one hit and she was out. I pulled on that dark feeling inside me, tugging on the string of power that was in me now. Another icy shard appeared in my hand, and I hurled it toward Gunner. He dodged to the side, missing the spear, and then charged toward me. I didn’t even need to think about it now, the weapons just came to my hands as I thought of them. I leaned on my back foot and steadied my feet, then I hurled dagger after dagger at Gunner. One hit his shoulder, but it didn’t slow his charge. Just three steps from reaching me he dropped his shoulder and poised to shoulder barge right into me. I summon

They were about to fight. "Leave my territory!" Xander shouted. I could they were both about to shift. Zeus replied, "I will leave it when I see that it is stained with the blood of your pack." Xander roared in anger and was about to lunge, until a high pitch voice screamed, "NO!" "Lily NO!" Zapora screamed. Little Lily came running and stood in front of Xander and stared at Zeus. "Please don't hurt my family." Zues stared at Lily. He stared for a long time. He stumbled backward but did not break eye contact with Lily. His eyes started to glow red, his chest was rising and falling quickly. He looked a little shocked for some reason.

The touch. I pressed my hand against my knee and looked at my palm. Nothing there. No mark, nothing visible. But I had felt it, the second his hand landed on my shoulder, something moving through the point of contact like a current, like something recognising something, and it had startled me so badly I had almost stepped back. It was the blood magic. It had to be the blood magic. I was freshly made and unstable and a working that large and that recent would produce side effects, sensitivity, misfiring responses to contact. That was what it was. That was the only thing it was.

BLACKWOOD PACK Hazel's Pov As I flung the door open, I stood frozen. My heart stopped and my eyes were wide in shock. The metallic scent of blood hit me like a wall. My stomach turned, bile rising in my throat. My eyes first drifted to a male figure --- sitting on a wooden chair, chains bound his wrists, and his face battered beyond recognition. The sharp growl echoed with every trembling movement he made, trying to break free. Right in front of him was Sylus and I could hear soft anguished moans beneath him, my eyes dropped at the sight of what I saw.

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There they were, those amazing little tingles dancing under his fingertips as he touched the stranger's cheek. Zeus pushed forward harder, peering down at the body in front of them. Zeus whimpered as he felt the tingles and saw the condition of the person those tingles came from. “Mate,” Thaddeus breathes out before grabbing his mate and pulling him out of the water and against his chest. His arms wrapped around the body, and Xander reached out, grabbing Thaddeus to keep him afloat and from drifting down the river. Panic washed over the Alpha, and his eyes stung as they filled with tears. Who could have done this to him? And why?

Then her weight slammed into Zeus from the side, breaking his hold on my throat. Air rushed back into my lungs in a painful gasp. I collapsed to the ground, throat torn and bleeding. Every breath was agony, but I was alive. Kiera stood over me protectively, her white wolf form positioned between Zeus and me. She was facing him alone, and I couldn’t help her. Couldn’t even stand. Zeus recovered quickly from her attack, turning his massive black form toward her. He seemed almost pleased by her intervention, like she’d done exactly what he’d wanted.

The both of them began walking to the staircase that led up, to the next floor, where Citadel K was. “So what other differences do you think there are?” Harold who had been studying a small-sized blonde who seemed to be crying in a corner turned to look at her. The student had the same stature as Derek, Harold remembered, but Derek had been a Enchanter. A wizard, precisely. There was no way this weeping student was related to Derek. “I didn't hear what you said,” he said, turning back to look at her. “What other differences do you think there are between the pup of an Alpha and a normal wolf?”

“You cannot stay here, he said to Ryder, eyes fixed on Eyrix. “Every pack will feel him now. Every Alpha. The Veilblood doesn’t hide once awakened.” “Let them come,” Ryder growled. Darius’s smile was thin and knowing. “They will. And not all will kneel.” He turned and signaled sharply. Blackfang riders slowly rose, warriors staring with awe, fear, and fierce loyalty tangled together. No one spoke. Eyrix laughed weakly, then sobered. “Veilblood Omega,” he whispered. “What am I?” Ryder leaned forward, forearms on his knees. “You’re Eyrix,” he said simply. “Whatever blood you carry doesn’t get to erase that.”

“She isn’t just some omega, Aric. Malrik’s right. She carries Ashryn blood. The same bloodline the seers once called the Moon’s Flame. You can spit on it, ignore it, curse it all you want—but you know what it means. That bloodline can birth power.” My chest tightened at the mention of that name. Ashryn. The tales were whispered like fireside curses: wolves touched by the moonlight itself, their line destined for greatness—or destruction. Most believed the bloodline had long since withered. But now Malrik was claiming it still flowed—in this so-called omega. I narrowed my gaze at the seer. “And what makes you so certain? What if Darian is playing us for fools, spinning tales of ancestry to ri