Daughters Of Poseidon Novels & Stories

Hades said rolling his eyes when he said my father’s name. “You don’t like my dad?” I asked. “Your father likes to deny who he really is. That’s why you were raised as a human instead of the little Goddess you actually are.” Poseidon said. “That might have been a good thing.” I said. “What? Why?” Zeus asked. “Because from what I’ve read, Goddesses act like spoiled brats.” I said very matter of fact. “My daughters are all Goddesses, and they aren’t spoiled brats.” Zeus said puffing out his chest.

I have picked up his mannerisms lately and I chuckle at the realisation. “The hunter’s nearly killed all the dragon shifter’s let’s not forget what they did to the Siren population. Queen Asteria vowed to kill every last man at sea, she won’t change her mind regardless of if the men she kills are hunter’s or not. It is her nature.” I know the stories of the Siren Queen. She is the daughter of Poseidon, or so it is said. I have never met her and I don’t think I ever will. She is a legend and some say a myth.

“Where have I heard that name from?” “Persephone is the Goddess of Spring and the daughter of Zeus and Demeter's daughter.” She hands Carmine Chickpea. “You know Idris is correct about incest. After all, Demeter is his sister. Persephone is also married to her uncle Hades or Pluto whatever name you prefer to call him. And has a son named Zagareus and a daughter named Melinoe with him.” Wisdom doesn’t stop walking. Carmine stares at Wisdom wondering how she knows all of this about the Greek Gods. Then he chalked it up as she must have studied it in school.

She stepped inside, panting in the cold. The fire was waiting. Not flame as mortals knew it, but spirit—burning at the heart of the ruin, coiled in golden light. “Elara Sterling,” it murmured, voice like embers crackling. “Daughter of Robin. Daughter of ash.” she dropped to her knees with a pounding heart. “Why do you call me here?” "Because you are not just a child of man." The fire swirled, creating shadows that moved like warriors. “You are heir to more than Sterling blood. You are heir to the forgotten throne. Heir of the goddess cast aside.”

Ceres (whispering): “You’re… You’re him. You’re Cairos.” Cairos (voice echoing): “Daughter of the broken line. Flame-touched. Did they send you to kill me… or crown me?” Ceres (confused, trembling): “No one sent me. I didn’t even know you existed.” Cairos (smiling faintly): “Oh, but you did. In your dreams. In your rages. You feel the burn, don’t you? That isn’t Auren’s fire. It’s mine.” Ceres (stepping back):

Mom took a deep breath, her gaze turning distant, as if the memories were playing out before her eyes. The Story of the Priestesses “When the world was young and men had just begun ruling over the land, the Moon Goddess, Selene, and Zeus fell in love. Together, they had eight children: Narcissus, Pandia, Ersa, Horae, Musaeus, Eiar, Theros, Phthinoporon, and Kheimon—the Goddess of Winter.

Easton boasted as he slightly tilted his head to me. Jason looked shocked and proud, but Marie looked absolutely thrilled. “I should know better than to question the judgment of women in our family.” Jason smiled. “You should.” Marie quipped. “Now, let’s get to why we wanted to come over now. I called some old friends and found the name of the woman I think may be your mother.” Her voice softened as she addressed me. “I met her in some sort of strange dream the other night.” I muttered. “She is, was, Fae. We were right that my dad had marked her and then he and Katherine marked each other while my mom was giving birth to me.”

The scandal rippled through the heavens until, as she had hoped, it reached the throne of Zeus, King of the Gods. In the hallowed halls of Olympus, Zeus looked down from his throne at the weeping, prostrate Cassandra, then to the dark, thunderous expression on Apollo's face. "Apollo," Zeus's voice rumbled, "the laws of the divine cannot be defied. A sacred bloodline must not be cast aside or born in shame. You will marry her. You will give this child a name and a legitimate place." Hearing this, a look of ecstatic triumph flashed in Cassandra’s eyes.

Caterina POV “Até, I wish I could say it was good to see you, but we both know that would be a lie…” “Oh Caterina, you wound me. Is that any way to greet your favourite cousin?” Até is the goddess of mischief, and my cousin. Technically, all the gods and goddesses are. All daughters of Poseidon are Sirens, and we all trained under Até. She is a master of leading men, both mortal and immortal down the path to ruin. She is beautiful and dangerous. Not someone I was hoping for us to encounter here.

I pleaded. They both laughed like I had just said the most funniest joke in the world. " Apollo has to be with you. If I take him away now, the effects might be suicidal. That's how strong Eros's love arrows are. And as for Poseidon, Zeus had given him a warning of a lifetime. But, he only said it's fairplay if you consent or fall for Poseidon. And since it's like the most impossible thing in the entire universe, then you're safe. And Poseidon has to keep an eye on Apollo. In case he tries to cross boundaries. We also need someone powerful enough to protect Olympia should anything go wrong." She said.