Blood Of Zeus X Reader Novels & Stories

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.

I could smell his cologne expensive, sharp, familiar. "You’re insane," I said, reaching for the door. Before I could touch it, the door slammed shut. Two men stepped from the shadows, blocking the exit. Lorenzo leaned close, his voice deadly soft. "The games are over. You’re coming with me. You’ll live under my roof. Follow my rules. And give me my heir." "I'm not going anywhere," I snapped. "You destroyed my family." "And yet," he said, glancing at my stomach, "you carry my blood."

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."

He is not afraid of me and always finds a way for me to be satisfied. I had no idea I had dozed off. I awoke in the morning. There was no more blood on the floor when I looked down. The floor is clean. Jason may have already cleaned it up. I rose slowly. I'm experiencing pain in my head, as well as my hand and foot. Finally, I made it. I hate this sensation. I really want to be human, but I still want to be this way. "Zeux, get up. Your food is ready. You've been cooked by the world's best cook."

“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.

Nathan turned reaching out with his left arm to grab his father around the neck. Suddenly, Uranus yelled, "Shift." Nathan shifted to his wolf, Kalen. As he did so he tried to pull some of the strength in his arm back but he was too late. He watched as a clawed paw swiped down the front of Zeus' chest. Zeus had twisted his body at the last minute allowing his torso to take the damage instead of his throat. He landed on the ground at the feet of his son. His chest was heaving as he gasped for air. Snow Moon, Moon Touched, the titans, the gods, and the rest all gasped, "No." Katia and Selene stood quietly crying. Barker came close and whispered, "Not as it seems. Not as it seems."

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!"

This pain that Zeus gives me makes me feel so alive, so vital. As if reading my thoughts, Zeus digs himself deeper into me, and I can feel the strain in his body as he tries to fight against his own orgasm. He doesn’t want to stop but it’s pulling him under. He bites down onto my shoulder, his teeth leaving little indentions in my skin. It’s so intensely erotic, I don’t even try to stifle my carnal cries. I couldn’t even if I wanted to. I know that they make it harder for him to resist; my arousal provokes him more than anything else. Seeing him so undone does the same for me, and I will myself to slow down. But it’s too late. The telltale sign of his climax, the substantial swelling inside