Blood Of Zeus X Reader Novels & Stories

Steel clashed again. And I… I could only watch, my vision blurring, my heart torn. My mate was breaking before me. Her world shattered in a moment, and all I could do was cling to life, praying for strength to rise, praying not to lose her in this storm of betrayal. Wakanda pinned Zeus at last, his blade pressed against his throat. His eyes burned not with triumph, but with grief. “You destroyed everything I ever loved. And now, you will pay.” Zeus’s lips curled weakly into a grin even as blood streamed down his chin. “Do it then. Kill me. But it won’t change the truth. She is yours. She is not Magnus’s. She carries your blood. Your power.”

The unusual pleasure overwhelming my senses had made me feel way too dizzy, as my mind started to go blank when I tried to push him away with a faint murmur. “Let…go…Please…No…more…” But my attempts failed again when this time Zeus grabbed both of my arms within the clasp of his right arm as if he seized me within his grip and bit my lips hard once again until blood finally came oozing out. I shuddered from pain and the unknown chill of pleasure making me dizzy, along with the metallic taste of blood that filled both our adjoined lips, but I clearly sensed this time…Zeus drank a little bit of my blood!

She sat with me while Toby slept, her hand tentatively touching mine. "She’s so small, Lisa," Elaine whispered, looking at Maya. "So much smaller than you were." "She has to be stronger than I was, Mom. She has to live in a world that knows who she is." "She’ll live," Julian said from the doorway. He had changed into a fresh suit, but the exhaustion was etched into the lines around his eyes. "The Ares blood is many things, but it isn't weak. We are built to endure the storm."

A dozen more stepped down, their movements perfectly synchronized. "Kael, get behind me," Lucien commanded, his blade igniting in the dark. I looked at the statues, then at Lucien. We were surrounded. As they encircled us, the final, terrifying truth dawned on me. The statues weren't bowing to me. They were bowing to the blood I was carrying. They were ready to kill anyone who wasn't part of the bloodline. "Lucien," I whispered, reaching for his hand in the dark. "What have I woken up?"

A jolt of shock coursed through professor Ericson's body when he saw blood smeared on the ground. He walked over to where it was with his heart thumping and bent over it. No. It wasn't a lycanthropic blood. He sighed in relief as he got to his feet. A lycan's blood usually is thicker, mushier and a darker shade of red. He didn't know it but it was Penelope's when a ghoul had beaten her unconscious. "Do you think they'd have gone farther?" Professor Ericson asked as his eyes settled on the silhouette of the mountains thousands of metres away from where they were.

“What will happen if your Selena is your Second Chance Mate? Or when she realizes that you’re NOT the crown prince?” I paused, turning to him. His golden eyes gleamed in the spare sunlight. I had no idea what the wolf was up to, and a part of me hated that I could never figure him out. Like me, he was too broken to be considered good. The only thing we knew was blood and violence. To protect fiercely and unapologetically. To write our stories in blood! But our secrets…? “I don’t know,” I replied, as lying didn’t matter to me. “What will happen when people figure out that there’s magic in your blood?”

I shiver as a cold wash of power flows through me, grabbing her throat I start by healing her wound, there would be no point in bringing her back to life if she was going to bleed out again. I grab her and I open myself up to her, pushing all the extra power through my body, a force of pressure pushes through my core, it spreads up my limbs and down my arms and through my hands. My heart pulses as I feel for her soul, it’s deep within her body, still lingering on but barely, as I touch it a bright white light blinds me, my body goes rigid as all my power is forced into the nothingness, my own chest tightens. My energy is pulled out of my own body and forced into Helen’s, as it does I feel my