Romans & histoires Diomedes X Odysseus

Their movements were a dance of life and vitality, each touch an affirmation of their continued existence. “I was so scared,” Artemis confessed, her mental voice soft and vulnerable. “When I felt you slipping away…” Dionysus responded by nuzzling her neck, his thoughts warm and reassuring. “I’m here now, thanks to you. You saved us, Artemis.” As they continued their playful tussle, I felt Oscar’s presence in my mind, his thoughts intertwining with mine. “We really need to stop this nearly dying to save each other thing,” he quipped, his mental voice carrying that familiar hint of sarcasm.

Theia sit herself down at the table, holding Tartarus's hand, who was the only one that finished Theia's steak last time. "Tartarus..." Erebus sighed. "My Lord." Tartarus just replied two tame words. Erebus knew he came only because Theia couldn't miss this fun. "Like I said yesterday, what you are looking for is not going to happen very fast--" Erebus started talking, and was again cut off by the open of the door: "Drink night!" Oceanus's voice came through the door from behind Dionysus, who probably was lured here only by the promised drink. He was not the gossipy type.

“We have dispatched all the troops.” “What?!” His ears heard trouble instead. “Currently, our troops have been divided into several groups.” “And?” The chief found something strange. The soldiers were superior. Their normal soldier could combat with five normal soldiers at once. So, it didn’t make sense that they could be easily destroyed. According to the live report, there were only two invaders. One of them was Hades while the other couldn’t be identified. However, the chief got the gist of it. He thought of two people. Persephone; the wife of Hades and Dionysus; their close friend that they regarded as their child.

Perseus asked with furrowed brows as he stretched out his other arm to crush another aura strand that was traveling towards the now laboring Darius. “Thank you brother,” Deus had a complicated look on his face as he offered his thanks. He was grateful for Perseus’s help, but he couldn’t help but feel despair from seeing how large the gulf was between the two of them was. For Perseus had crushed what was mountainous to him with seemingly no effort. They were both sons of the great God of Lightning Zeus. So why were things so different for both of them? “I do not care how you do it Perseus!” Ares cared little for what he had almost done in his rage. For he cared about none but himself. What ma

A creak on the floorboards behind me makes my head turn around to find Hector frozen in the hallway, utterly perplexed by the unannounced arrival of his Father and Step Mother. By his side is Alpha Orpheus. “Orpheus…what are you doing here?” Medea’s voice is sharp as her eyes almost burst out of their sockets. “My mate is in this pack….what you are two doing here?” His eyes flash between Medea and me, before they fall upon my arm. Hector hasn’t realised, I think he is too stunned to have registered the slight scent of my blood. “Now that is a question I am most curious about…” Hector growls as his eyes narrow and his hands clench.

he drawled calmly. "That was Poseidon, god of the seas. Everyone knows that he is a jolly good fellow, always partying and dining but is very greedy with his treasures. But Hades, is sensitive, depressed, and irritable. Very short-tempered and quick to lash out," she countered. "There were other gods besides Poseidon," he said frowning at her obvious neglect of his accomplishments. "Yes, I know, there was Aeolus, god of the wind. Demeter, goddess of the harvest and seasons. Apollos, god of light, prophecy, healing, and plague," she listed them out.