Campione Athena Novels & Stories

I was more determined than that though, I'd go all night if I had too. It was 3 am and Max was passed out on the sofa. Still no sign of a single Megestanis, but I had found Postestas Loren's mate. Her name was written as Donatia Chiaramonti Loren and unlike every other name, it was in red ink. Her birth date, April 16th 44 AD, was also in red. "Max , wake up," I said. "Bloody hell, Max! I said wake up!" I repeated after he didn't reply.

The older sister scowled at the little one, who rolled her eyes and giggled in response. “Alette and Adelina.” Atlas motioned to the two sisters. The six-year-old, Adelina, flashed a dimpled smile at me while Alette gave me a wary glance. “This is my true-mate, Raelynn.” “Don’t mind Alette, she worry’s too much.” Adelina snorted, smiling at Atlas and I, much more intelligent than I would’ve pegged a six-year-old. “She’s Atlas’s true-mate Alette, you know she wouldn’t hurt us.”

Athena, the servant from the Ironclaw Dominion Pack, stood before him, her gaze filled with a mix of curiosity and caution. "Who are you?" Tristan asked gruffly, trying to hide his vulnerability. Athena's expression remained guarded. "I am Athena. And you are?" She asked him. Tristan hesitated, unsure how much to reveal. "I am Tristan. I did not mean to trespass on your lands." Athena's eyes narrowed. "You are not from around here, are you, Tristan? Your scent is unfamiliar." Tristan's instincts flared, his hackles rising. "I am just passing through. I will not cause any trouble."

Threatening. “Alpha Enzo,” said a booming male voice. “And his new mate, Omega Scarlett.” I felt like a rope being pulled taut. “Omega is incorrect, actually, Milo.” Enzo’s tone was polite but firm. “Scarlett was a Warrior Wolf in her old pack, and will be my Luna soon. Therefore,” he added, the word cut through with steel, “you will address her as such.”

His eyes caught a jersey that had the a black hawk logo on it with a title “Black hills high” Lucas entered the tent to reach for the Jersey, “We’re not supposed to be touching stuff Lucas, we don’t want to get our fingerprints on anything that could compromise us enough” Roman warned as he started getting on the lookout before anyone finds them there Lucas came back out with the Jersey, “The Victim was a student of this school and her name is Sophie” he turned the back of the Jersey to Roman “Sophie 9” Roman read the wording slowly, “It looks like a sport wear” he added

It was thick and hard like an ATM card with some words chiseled on it. It has a six digit number on it, and a logo of a two tulip flower entangled on each other. Serene read the words on top of the ticket. “Casa Roma.” “The Casa Roma was the prestigious hotel freshly built on the Vianca Island. I'm sure you already heard about that island in the east. I stayed there once and they have the best wine ever in the whole continent. It's a good thing they built an official hotel on that place because resort houses was a bit old fashioned for me.” Sydney had gone through the Vianca Island after college graduation. She met few hunks there, but the tourists on the Vianca Island mostly are womanizer.

Her lips parted there and she couldn't speak immediately but she immediately followed my big steps again. "You do not. So why don't you start to know me? I'm Athena,” she introduced herself. I only know her code name. Umbrielle. The top assassin of our organization. She used to be our best weapon. She can really do a lot of things so the organization often sends her. Athena, huh? Goddess of wisdom? She's more like a God of War. But she really does look like Athena. She has the face of a Goddess. I just looked at her hand extended to me.

“What’s it to you, gorgeous? Want to join my pride?” “Really? You’re flirting before we have to fight to the death?” “I thought the deal was we fight to their death, not ours.” “There is always a risk. So, what’s your name?” “My name is Zaiden, Tana.” He stresses my name. Of course, he heard Ishir say it. “Zaiden, you’re still on board with the plan, right? I don’t want your pride or any of the other supes under the arena burning alive because you have a vendetta with the wrong person.”

Which meant today… was intentional. "He's not working for Nathan," I said. Bellion nodded again. "We thought the same." "Then who is working for him?" Alex asked. Bellion did not reply. He set a second folder beside the first, narrower but somehow heavier. There was a name. A single word. One myth. Athena. The moment I saw it, the air shifted. Alex raised an eyebrow. "What's this, Greek mythology hour?" "She's not a myth," replied Bellion. "She's the genius behind half the clean hits in Europe. She trained Deimos. Assembled his discipline from scratch."

The moderator gives the charge and before Amara can even stand properly, the other girl lunges at her and shoves her to the ground easily. Leila gasps in fear, standing to her feet immediately but Caden chuckles, holding her back. “Athena is the daughter of our head warrior, she’s been fighting since she’s in the womb but she won’t hurt your girl, besides this is just a training bout but if you want, I can still have her pulled out.” “No,” Leila says, seeing how Amara quickly gets back on her feet. If Amara is determined, she doesn’t want to ruin it for her but if the girl shoves her hard like that again, she is going to pull her out.