Blood Of Zeus X Reader Novels & Stories

131. Mom will never go again Jade's POV "Zach!!!" I ran to him as he collapsed on his back. Redness soaked his black t-shirt and three visible bullet wounds pooled like little ponds with overflowing blood. His father growled like a mad beast and jumped out of the car. Curses spilled from his mouth as he shifted into a werewolf, so big and tall that my eyes widened in fright, and ran after the speeding up van. "Zach," His name resounded dreadful on my lips as I sat next to him.

He said with an alluring voice. "Well am Ulva, an omega and…"I said as I heard the growling of the Lycans. I quickly went outside as I saw thousands of Lycans with their eyes red in anger, I wondered why, until I saw Xavier in his Lord's form, he was the biggest amongst all. I fell on my knees to beg but J-Huk raised me and hugged me in the presence of Xavier. "What?J-Huk, what are you doing, he would kill you"

With his right he drew the bone dagger from her belt. The pack stilled. He pressed the blade to his palm. A single bead of blood welled, dark against his skin. He offered his hand to her. Ashley took it. She turned his palm upward, then drew the blade across her own, a swift shallow line. Their blood mingled as she pressed her palm to his. The bond flared white hot, flooding her with images: snow and fire, running paws, howling at stars, pups tumbling in spring grass, an endless line of wolves stretching back through centuries.

“I know it did.” After our marriage, the first time I healed Xanthea’s broken bones, I knew there was something about her blood that wasn’t quite… mortal. I stretched out my arm. Baby Zxlorthon, exhausted from sustaining the healing sphere all night, fluttered sluggishly onto my wrist. “After the carvera poisoning, I monitored her continuously,” I continued. “It wasn’t a natural strain. Carvera X23 was mutated for my research, and it triggered the activation of her dormant celestial blood.”

Kira’s howl rose through him and he let it come, let it fill the space behind his ribs, let it take everything the grief had opened up and turn it into something that moved in one direction only. “You don’t know what I am.” His voice came out fractured and enormous simultaneously, filling the temple without rising to a shout. “I am an Omega. The last of the most powerful bloodline this world has ever produced.” The white returned to his eyes and kept going, silver light bleeding through the cracks in the floor around his feet. “And what I give you tonight will follow your souls past death.” He raised his foot and brought it down. The floor split open in every direction from the point of impa

I scream, reaching for him. But he's already changing. The Bloodwraith erupts from him in broad daylight, shadows exploding outward with enough force to knock Pyra back several feet. His eyes blaze red-silver, and when he speaks, his voice is layered with a dozen echoes. "You dare threaten what's mine?" He moves faster than thought, closing the distance to Pyra before she can react. His clawed hand closes around her throat, lifting her off the ground like she weighs nothing. "Kael, don't!" I shout. "Don't kill her!"

It wasn’t meant for mortals, or even for werewolves like me. The air shifted, growing colder, heavier. The forest seemed to hold its breath. Even the night creatures had gone silent, as though they knew something terrible was about to happen. I drew the dagger and sliced my palm, the pain sharp and immediate. Blood welled up, dark and red, spilling into the waiting bowl. I added Paige’s blood next, mingling our life forces together. The moment the two drops touched, a low hum vibrated through the ground beneath my feet.

My chest tightened, and it was then reality cracked upon me that all this time Zahir had been telling the story of Zeve’s parents, grandparents and their struggle with Derek and the vampires. Lucella and Morfan peered at Zeve. I could hear Zeve’s heart hammer against her chest. “Who?” Her voice came out in a trembling whisper. “Who am I?” Zeve lifted her gaze at Zahir. Her eyes looked as if they were made of nothing but bright white light. Hikari got up and stood in front of Zahir. Zahir got up from his seat, and Hikari touched the dragon tattoo on his neck, clenching his Katana in his other hand.

"Let the beginning meet the end." He poured the drop onto her crystalline lips. For a heartbeat, nothing happened. Then, as the gold liquid touched the sapphire glass, the reaction was violent. Rhea’s body arched off the altar, her mouth opening in a silent scream. The gold blood didn't just sink in; it raced through her silver veins like liquid fire, warring with the violet darkness of the Heir. Perfect, Lucien thought, stepping back to watch the show. The frequency is shifting.

I'm sure I'm the only one ever to hear it. "Yeah? I live there? And how is that place? Lavishing?" "Well I'm sure it's not that big, just enough for you and me." He said and smiled so big it was almost reaching his eyes. "Alright give me a minute, it's too much for me." She said and he sat there quietly letting her digest everything. "So what you are saying is.. your dad is Zeus the Greek God of the sky and you are a half blood, with the invisibility powers! and you- you are cursed and now so am I!?"