Chiron Achilles の小説・ストーリー

Narcissa handed little Cleon over to Athena, making everyone laugh. Narcissa hugged Athena, “Don’t feel bad, Thena; I will always be your best friend. My brother is mean, Tristan and I good, Azazel recently learned to talk,” Narcissa blurted out in one go, kissing Cleon. Athena cared about nothing; she saw Azazel as nothing but a big nasty bully.

Even though Claire was able to dodge, the flames felt quite hot on Claire's body. "Tell me if you have an idea, Leon!" exclaimed Claire. "Who defeated the Chimera?" Leon instead asked Claire. Of course, because Claire was wearing the character Athena, the all-knowing goddess of wisdom. Claire snorted softly. Now her tears began to turn into anger. Angry at Boston Hopkins. “The Bellerophone who defeated the Chimera. With a javelin while riding a Pegassus!" exclaimed Claire.

A grin broke out on her face. She rushed over and sat next to Seraphina. “His name is Leonardo.” Achilles smiled at her. Aurelia paled, “Le-Leonardo? Why did you pick that name?” Seraphina glanced towards Aurelia, it was strange to see her so flustered. Achilles shrugged, “Leonardo is one of our best warriors Aurelia, he saved my life, many, many times. If it weren’t for him, I probably wouldn’t have lived long enough to see fatherhood.”

“Then we can really see who is better.” “Now they don’t stand a chance.” Alec chuckled. Achilles was considered one of the best war heroes in history. As far as I knew, Hades had him sign a contract for the sole purpose of training his son. While I wasn’t interested in Caleb or Hunter getting hurt, I wouldn’t mind seeing Achilles in action. “I’m game.” Caleb shrugged. “Hunter?” “Sure.” Hunter mimicked Caleb’s shrug.

Next to him sat Jermaine Leonard and a shirtless bronze-skinned, sturdy-built, middle-aged man. Clifford and Jermaine were familiar faces, but it was the first time the bronze-skinned middle-aged man showed his face. His name was Achilles, one of the Eighteen Generals of the Regal Palace. His bronze skin and iron bones’ toughness were like steel, invulnerable to swords and spears. Among the Eighteen Generals of the Regal Palace, Achilles’s combat power was ranked as the top few on the list.

Achilles walked down two short corridors and then turned around to face the dining room, which had a circular dark green marble table with six seats, but only four chairs, the seats already set. Achilles' mother has long platinum hair, actually a grayish white, very reminiscent of a snowfall, her skin is white and fair, her eyes a dark blue, like a night with clouds, while his father has short hair, cut in a military style, and brown eyes that resemble honey. They both stood up. "Dad, mom. This is Sophia Turner." Achilles introduced himself. "Sophia, this is my father Lucca Lykaios and my mother Sapphire Lykaios."

Me:(Putting my hand on my face in embarrassment) Do you have to be a child right now, Nico? N:(Laughing) I knew that would get you going. Love ya, sis. I miss you. Me: Just stop. Here's the thing. King Chiron and King Izzoth are sending some of their warriors to you to protect mom. The Centaurs are going to train with your warriors. Okay? N: Got it. I will make sure we have rooms for all of them. Thank you, King Chiron, and King Izzoth. C: You are very welcome. I am very happy to help descendants of the Moon Goddess. It is my honor.

' I said slightly annoyed as I dodged the ancients ones next attack. I slid on my knee cutting the ancient ones Achilles tendon just behind his ankle. He fell on to his knee unable to support his weight anymore. I cut the other one as well, jumping on his back and grabbing his arms. An elf was beside me in seconds binding him to the ground below us. The elf backed away again as another ancient one found me.

“I know it’s dangerous. I know the Crow and the Russos have tighter ties than we thought. I know that Christain doesn't play fair." Achilles’ mouth twitched. For a second there was something like pity in the way his shoulders fell. It made the space between us contort into something sharp. Maybe pity was a kind face of the kind of contempt people call strength. Maybe I didn’t care. The only thing I cared about was my sister’s breath.

Nick placed a gentle hand on my shoulder and let out a deep sigh. The sigh pierced through me, and I felt like I was going to shatter. I stepped out of the room and walked into the living room. I looked out of the window at the lights. My world felt like it was falling apart. I heard his footsteps in the room behind me. He stood next to me watching the lights. I saw his face in his reflection in the window and it was hard to read. I felt his fingers brush against mine and a piercing fire run through my body. A few seconds later his fingers were twisted around mine and he was smiling. I was confused. I turned and looked up at him.