Deidera Novels & Stories

Queen Tarah ruled Odeon since her husband’s demise and she had done a perfect job. He died trying to protect his family and she missed him dearly. She’d raised her children in the right norms and traditions of Odeon. Queen Tarah had a son who would take over the throne when it was time and a beautiful daughter. There names where Keon and Becka respectively. She was a sweet and going woman and she wasted no time taking Amira as one of her children.

Just when the three of them were about to sit down, a woman dressed in menor and sexy came over, laughing happily calling out the name of Dewa. "Who, Wa?" hissed Mrs. Zeza, who even though she had lowered her voice, was still heard clearly by Rere, and the woman who had just arrived. "Introduce, I am Dewa's lover, Dinda," replied the sexy woman with a happy face, reaching out to Mrs. Zeza. "Ooo ... Dinda. I am a Dewa's mother." Bu Zeza repeated the woman's name with sharp eyes staring at the god who now looked embarrassed.

Derrick gasped, his feet dangling uselessly in the air, his eyes bulging as Gryfyn’s grip tightened like a vise. "She is not a female from Frostfang," Gryfyn growled rough, his face inches from Derrick's, his sharp Alpha fangs fully bared, glowing in the dim torchlight. "She is Queen Vira. She is the Sovereign of the United North. She is my mate. And you are a dead man." With an effortless, brutal twist of his broad wrist, a sickening snap echoed through the quiet barracks. Derrick’s body went completely limp. Gryfyn casually tossed the lifeless soldier onto the stone floor at the feet of the remaining five mutineers, who instantly dropped to their knees, bowing their heads so low their nose

I asked him Delilah was nothing was a shadow of Eve, with her image like her and her being a human with no superpowers of any kind. “She is Eve!!.” And that was the moment I realized how much he wanted to believe this imposter was his bride and his girl from almost a billion years ago.

A vile smirk appeared on her face when she lifted her hand and slowly a number began to appear on the back of her palm. To say they were astonished would be an understatement; they thought the affliction of a traitor died with Sir Laire but the true deceiver was before their very eyes all this time. Vera Stark, Number three commander of Gray Demise, Deception. “You’ve got to be kidding me…” Randall’s eyes widened, when the pain stacked and felt like bursting in his chest. He couldn’t stand but it was leaving him unable to move. “So you’re number 3.” Kriss hissed in disgust, not believing that the real culprit was before their very eyes and they neglected it.

"Let's give it up... to the Herald of Dexo Fernia, the shadow assassin! The daughter of Hikaris himself… VERONICA!" Chest out, shoulders back, I walked out of the dark and turned my gaze to every corner of the coliseum, and with a devilish grin on my lips, I raised my weapon and they screamed my name… just how I want them to. "And her challenger..." the announcer paused for a while, I crossed my arms and everyone went silent, patiently waiting until, "another daughter of Hikaris, the Mistress of Dexo Fernia, Elspeth!"

It contains other important details of his future victim. Seraphine, a renegade assassin 24 years old female. 5’5” height 63 Kg weight. Black hair, Medium. Light brown skin tone. Lives in a small 2 storey apartment at Marikina. The target is highly guarded. Be careful, she is capable of all 6 techniques. Concealment needed is “Terroristic”. When he read the message, he knew he would have a hard time in this last mission but he have to do it to give up this life and start the dream life of Akira and him.

“The only person who can break Elena’s system.” Aria raised an eyebrow. “Another hacker?” Cassian’s voice dropped. “Not exactly. She’s not code. She’s history.” He opened the file. One photo. A woman. Mid-forties. Military posture. Ice in her eyes. Subject: Delia Vale. Status: Deceased (unconfirmed). Alias: Ghost of Ceres Protocol. Relation to C. Vale: Biological mother. Aria froze. “You’re telling me your mother’s alive?” “I’m telling you my mother never died officially,” he said. “And if anyone still has access to the backdoor Elena uses to clean internal threats…”

I said. “Are they here for you?” Charlotte asked worriedly. “No. They think I’m dead,” I said and looked at Kiran. “They’re coming for you and Malachi.” “How do you know this?” Adara asked me. “I have a friend, she’s brilliant and she sent me the file,” I said. “What if she tells them you’re still alive?” Adara asked. “She doesn’t work for anybody. She’s more like a sister to me, but with crazy skills when it comes to hacking,” I said. “I trust her with my life and she’s known for a while that I’m still alive.”

I look back down as I lick my teeth with another growl as I get off the bitch and point at her. “You’re dead.” I snarl at her. “Nina, what did you do?” Asteria still has hold of me as she turns to face the siren. “Nothing, she attacked me.” she whimpers and I laugh and so does my dad. “Do you have any idea who she or he is?” Asteria points to me and my dad and the siren shakes her head. “She is Gaia, the Goddess of Hell and Harbinger of Death. He is Fenrir, her father. So I will ask you again. What. Did. You. Do?”