Daughter Of Poseidon 소설 & 이야기

says General Oris " I heard that you recently took in the daughter of Nyx. Maybe she could even the playing field because even you can't take on the son of Zeus, two children of Poseidon, and another daughter of Hades all by yourself," says Eses "No, she's only 10 years old; she should be protected, not thrust onto a battlefield," I say

These three were something else. “Chris said that you had some questions.” Aphrodite said. “Mother and dad what are you doing here?” Alaexys asked. “We are here to talk with these young men.” Persephone told her. Alaexys sat down by Silas who moved the large pitcher of water away. Poseidon, that was my father’s name. He did tell us that his mother was obsessed with the Greek Gods and named him after the god of the sea. “Chris gave us the condensed version of how him and his sisters came to be. We were wondering if there was more to it than that?” I asked.

My father asked, bitterness dropping with each word. "Katrina, my fated mate, is at school currently. She has some studies she needs to catch up on. I, however, have questions that I need answering." I replied, letting my godly aura show through. Poseidon was one of the original gods, born from Cronus, who Jehovah created, so his power should automatically be more substantial than mine, but my mother, was the daughter of Nereus and Doris, who were born from the Earth and the Sea; making my power automatically stronger than my fathers. I hadn't tried to force him from the throne yet because I hadn't felt ready to take over the kingdom, but I would force him to hand over the title for Katrina.

Good that my father stopped any tendencies of a tidal waves in the human lands. "Your father did?" "Yeah. You've met him. Atlantis his name. The king of the ocean. I'm his daughter." "Wow." Daeira sounded tired but she really felt like cheering when meeting another friend. "Do you know the mermaids in Thule? Rona?"

My eyes closed briefly as her pain reached me through the bond while the final remaining power inside me stirred painfully once more. “You do not need to fear,” I whispered gently into her mind. “Yours will never leave you.” Silver light shimmered faintly beneath the newborn’s skin almost immediately, flowing softly across her tiny body like moonlight beneath water before the child suddenly twitched, a soft cry finally escaping her lips followed quickly by another as Isolde froze completely, a broken sob escaping her while Fiora stared down at the crying child in stunned disbelief.

Then, slowly, he exhaled. “The prophecy,” he murmured. Mira and I exchanged a confused glance. “What prophecy?” I asked. He hesitated, as if the words themselves carried weight enough to crack the room in two. “There was a tale long before you were born. A daughter of Moonlit born under the eclipse would bear the mark of the celestial bloodline…untouchable by silver, chosen by the goddess herself.” Mira’s brows furrowed. “You think that’s me?” “I don’t just think,” father said. “I know.”

"So, are you going to tell me?" "Okay, I will. So, the moon goddess, or Selene, as she was called then was the daughter of a wrathful god, Hyperion. She was beautiful and had many suitors from a young age, which pleased his father to no end. His father was proud of her but her pride and arrogance always got in the way of her being great and being good to others."

“The Celestial Waters alpha, Alpha Varuna, was defiant. He had ten children lost. He could not; however, forget sweet Cordelia, the omega maiden mated to Alpha Malakai.” My father said in a serious tone. “All the children of the Celestial Waters are my sons and daughters. Each like the precious pearls we pluck from the sea. You have my children and my heart breaks, but I cannot stand for your tyranny just to mend my own heart. You have already been careless with one of my precious rare pearls, throwing it away like the goddess means nothing.” My father nobly recited Alpha Varuna’s speech.

"Pity. You cannot do anything to me. Infact, you need me." "How dare you insinuate—" "Without an anchor to the mortal realm, you'd be gone in a day. Two at the most." The woman waved a bored hand, then jerked her chin towards the cauldron. "I can see you were trying to perform a ritual. The Ritual of Infernal Transformation, perhaps?" Aosoth gritted her teeth. "It failed." "Figures." "My daughter is one of yours now." She spat. "A Hunter,"

With light steps, I approach him and grab him from behind, lifting his small body in the air and showering his plump cheek with kisses. " Yes, my little love?" I ask, taking the kissing session to her belly. He laughs, squirms and protests the onslaught of affection he receives. " Attention." Says, grabbing my face with both little hands. He does this whenever he wants my full concentration and like the doting mother that I am, I completely defeat myself. I end the kisses and put him on the ground, kneeling in front of him. "Speak up, son." "I want Dora." My smile widens at the abbreviation of the cousin's name. Dora is actually Isadora. Amélia's daughter with Henrico who is turning one toda