Dewa Laut Poseidon Novels & Stories

It could be true since he disappeared easily last night but it’s still unbelievable. I travelled my eyes to the lighthouse and wondered if any of it were true. I wondered if the deity named Olca, the keeper of the volcano, is still in there. She is in that lighthouse waiting for her daughter to came back home and maybe she is still on this island to stop the volcano from erupting. Like what Cortèz had said, the volcano has not erupted for a long long time now because Olca is already healed from her lover’s death.

Once he reached this conclusion his heart froze over, and when the eyes of the blue-haired man turned towards his spying eyes Horus’ skill was forcefully cut off. “Argh,” Horus groaned as he was struck by a torrential headache. He was a god! How could his head ache with his willpower and mental capacity?! “You…how…you did you find Poseidon?!” Yes, that god was Poseidon, ruler of the waves and sea and brother of Zeus! The god who had been missing for so long had finally been found! And it seemed that Loki was behind his return! “Loki…what did he do?” Horus asked.

I have some knowledge about diwata, they're basically goddessess that protect rainforests and mountains. "Hey miss." There he goes again. I shook my head in disbelief. He really never misses the chance to flirt huh? For god's sake, we don't even know her! Arius gently kissed the diwata's palm. "What a gentleman." The diwata praised. I got goosebumps all over when I felt a dangerous aura. Slowly, my head turned around to Niara. She's blazing with anger, her gritting teeth told me that Arius' seriously in for a treat.

No lupus garou but her would be Caleb’s mate. The smell of Ragnar pelted Diana before she caught sight of him. Turning, she found he’d sneaked up behind her, sniffing. She was sure he tried to see if Caleb was still keeping her well satisfied. She snarled at Ragnar. He shoved his way between her and Vernetta, his black fur standing on end, his neck just as thick as she’d remembered it, his body hefty and deadly.

Chapter 123: High Ground The beach gave Celeste more than room to stand her ground. It gave her leverage. The Deep Script, born of Poseidon’s gift to Queen Dacia, answered the sea around them like a second current beneath the visible one. The ocean was not merely behind Celeste now; it was with her, a power rising through the shoreline and feeding the tension in the air. With the water at her back and the tide at her feet, she had the high ground in a way Ares had not expected.

Looking out over the once blue ocean. The screams and thrashing of the pirates in the water as they were being ripped limb from limb by all manner of sea creatures. I smile as they meet their demise. I chuckle, laying back down when a shadow loomed over me. Opening my eyes, I take in the figure who is shielding me from the bright sun. A man. “Hello Asteria.” I blink as the glare dies and I gasp at the man infront of me. Poseidon. “Poseidon, God of the sea and storms. Thank you for saving me.” I mumble a lone tear leaves my eyes as he chuckles.

as I licked the water from his body. Orlan seems to look like Poseidon, the god of the sea in Greek mythology... Well! He's a little different from Poseidon. Poseidon is a deity in mythology associated with water or various bodies of water. Poseidon is a bearded, older man usually pictured with seashells and other sea life. Poseidon often holds a trident. On the other hand, Orlan doesn't have a beard but he's sexy like Poseidon. Orlan has the aure of that of the water god, and he's currently holding a sweeping brush, which is also different from the trident that the water god holds.

I think I'm on the other side of hell. "Good morning, Miss! The weather is pretty, just like you!" A guy's flirtatious voice distracted me in a sudden. I turned to him, he's a muscular man with chestnut hair. I was about to make a reply but Aphrodite blocked his way to me. "Back off, Poseidon!" She laughingly dismissed him before she grabbed my wrist to leave that space and ignored the man named or should i say coded after the God of Sea who kept on calling us.

He smirked, that arrogant curl of his lips that said he knew every filthy thought in my head. Beside him, was Hades, darker, leaner, in a charcoal button-down open at the throat, revealing inked runes that glowed faintly. His black hair fell in waves, eyes like polished obsidian, promising depths I'd drown in. He moved with predatory grace, a shadow come to life. Poseidon flanked them, sun-kissed skin, wavy auburn hair, dressed in a linen shirt rolled to his elbows, exuding that salty sea vibe even underground. His green eyes sparkled with mischief, but his grip on the air around him felt like crashing waves.

“I was hoping you wouldn’t notice.” “That’s never worked,” Max replied calmly. She glanced at him, then back at Connor. “Seven,” she murmured. Max stilled slightly. “Seven?” “Seven defectors,” Brie said. “Seven at a time. That’s how they’re coming.” Max’s expression darkened. “Circles.” “Yes,” Brie nodded. “The Dawlya don’t do coincidence. Seven is a ritual. Seven is a declaration.” Connor shifted again from dragon to baby then rolled onto Brie’s stomach with a sleepy huff. She absently stroked his hair.