Blood Of Zeus X Reader Novels & Stories

“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

"Raeleigh's blood type is the same as mine; I'll do it. Your blood may still be laced with the drug. If you give her yours, it might cause some reaction, and it won't be good for you and Raeleigh." Xanthus agreed; there was no other way right then. If they used his blood instead of Jepherson's, he might kill her. "Please." Xanthus expressed his gratitude, but Jepherson said, "She's my wife; it's what I should do." With that, he went in while Xanthus waited outside. As Xanthus sat waiting, Zorion arrived with his men, and he stood up at that. Zorion glanced at the emergency room before turning to him. "She has all the luck in the world; I'm sure she'll be alright."

She hates me and I know she won’t hesitate to take her revenge out on me for mating Tyson. I look up as I see Zeus making his way to me. I am so relieved to see his handsome face, even though he is covered in blood from the battle and he’s snarling at Rachel. Zeus shifts back to Tyson just as Rachel cuts my stomach, and I can feel the blood running down my front and onto my legs. I see Tyson’s eyes zero in on the hand at my belly, he relaxes his face, and he tries to calmly talk some sense into Rachel. He holds his hands up in front of him to indicate he’s not a threat, but I know better. He will take her out in an instant if he gets the opportunity.

And that pissed me off more than the security ever could. I took a deep breath, exhaling slowly. “You know, guards, I could have you both out in a second.” My voice was calm now, deadly calm. “And I wouldn’t even have to touch you.” The first guard didn’t flinch. “Try it, and you’ll see just how fast Zeus reacts.” I laughed again, low and dangerous. “Zeus? You think he’s the one controlling this? No. This is all me. She belongs to me. Always has.”

His green eyes sparkled with mischief, but his grip on the air around him felt like crashing waves. They were brothers, eternal, powerful... and now, mine. Or rather, I was theirs. 'Well, fuck me,' Zeus drawled, his voice a deep rumble like thunder rolling in. He circled the altar, eyes raking over my body, lingering on my heaving tits, the curve of my hips, the glistening slit between my thighs. 'Look at this little sacrifice. Ripe as a peach, begging to be devoured.' I tugged at the ropes, the burn making me gasp. 'Please... this is insane. Let me go.' My voice cracked, but even I heard the waver, the unwanted thrill.

she asked. I gazed down on the city, and I felt myself sinking. "They didn't miss," I said. "They didn't fail." "Then why am I alive?" she asked. I swallowed. “And you see,” I said, “because you were the intended victim the whole time.” The line went dead. And I knew the truth I was not wanting to know the first time. This was not a war that awaited my empire. It was coming for Drina.

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."

“Why are you just standing there? Zeus—why are you—” I stopped in front of him. And up close, I could see it. The blood. Not just on his hands. Not just staining his clothes. On Aofie. “No…” My knees almost gave out, but I grabbed onto Zeus’s arm to steady myself, my fingers digging into him hard enough to hurt. “No, he’s—he’s okay, right? He’s just unconscious. He’s—he’s fine.” Zeus didn’t answer. “Say something!” I screamed, shaking him now, desperate, frantic. “Zeus, say something!”

Lighting struck a tree not far from us and Zephyra roared “I am the Alpha of Blood Moon!” From there the blood shed and lives lost all seemed like a blurr.

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!"