Novel & Cerita Dis Pater Roman God

I snorted, "when I am in heaven smiling at you while you are begging on your knees in hell." He chuckles at my words and in the next second, he is holding me by the collar of my clothes. "Oh you think you can go to your heaven?" he menacingly asks. "Yes, because your moon goddess is not even close to anything as my creator" I retorted. "So naïve and so stupid. You think your God will be here to save you" he shouted at me. "He will because my God is a God of so many things that you pitiful creature are not" I spat back holding his gaze.

Roman frowned, his features became neutral and his eyes seemed to lose the light that they had earlier, he looked dead and lifeless like his soul had been drained from his body. “Who is that Roman?” Reyna asked, noticing the change in his demeanor. “My Father, Ettore Knight.”

He looked like a man who had lost something. I swallowed and instinctively turned to look at Roman. He wasn’t looking at his father. He was glaring at Hades. And suddenly, Roman’s words from that day echoed in my mind. “It’s because Hades killed our mother, the only woman who ever loved us. He’s a cold-hearted murderer, someone incapable of loving anyone. No matter what you think, no matter what he says, he doesn’t love you and never will. A man like that doesn’t even know what that word means. Loving him will only get you killed.”

“All I have done is accept my mate. Oh, and I found out my biological father is Hades. Yeh FUCKING HADES! King of the god damn fucking underworld! So if I’ve been a little preoccupied the last couple of days and haven’t been around all that much then I am sorry! But don’t forget when you were kidnapped, I came for you. Even though my heat was coming I still fucking came for you. Because no matter what you believe I still made sure to put you first. I even wanted to tell you that I’m pregnant and you’re going to be an aun…” “Your pregnant? Roman is this true?” My words lodged in my throat when I heard Roman’s sister Layla behind me. Turning round, I hadn’t expected to see a congregation of pe

The air crackled with tension as Roman traditionalists argued vehemently against what they perceived as an encroachment on their sovereignty. In the sacred precincts of temples dedicated to Jupiter, Mars, and Venus, priests and priestesses performed rituals passed down through generations. The gods, guardians of Rome's destiny, were invoked in fervent prayers seeking guidance amidst the tumultuous changes. The marble statues of deities seemed to cast benevolent or disapproving gazes, depending on the perspective of the beholder.

“Can we get on with the training, please?” Ophois laughed. “So proper on the outside, but you have the heart of a huntress.” I squeezed my eyes shut and gave myself a mental kick for not remaining silent. Up until Demeter had mentioned this guy’s name, I’d only ever heard of the major Egyptian gods: Isis, Osiris, Anubis, Ra. Ophois called himself the Opener of the Way, but what if he was really the Egyptian god of mischief? Or discord? Or the anti-cupid who liked to break up fated mates?

“Why shouldn't I hurt you again, La Rosa?” If truly Papà did that to his people then I don’t have an answer to that. So I just whimper and start saying the lord's prayer. “Padre nostro, che sei nei cieli, sia santificato il tuo nome. Venga il tuo regno, sia fatta la tua volontà….” “Amen,” the man interrupts me, his tongue rich with smooth Italian. “ma il tuo Dio ti ha abbandonato (but your God has abandoned you). You’re at my fucking mercy.”

My mother added. I swallowed hard. Priests came and went, parishes renewed and reformed. I’d heard it all before. But this… this felt different. At the parish, the pews filled quickly. My family sat in our usual spot, front row, center aisle, perfect statues of propriety. I folded my hands in my lap, but my mind wandered. And then he appeared. Father Matteo Romano, Tall, dark, very masculine, Composed. And yet… something about him made the air around him triggering. He didn’t sweep the room with grand gestures. He simply smiled a bit.

Only truly outstanding demigods can be made a minor deity and become immortal. "Enough of that, you’d better go home," said a voice that made both Aubrey and me turn around. The guy approaching was tall, dressed in a loose robe with a big hat that hid his entire face, and he came slowly towards us, each step causing the earth around him shake and appearing to be frozen everything he touched. Isn't this Thanatos, the god of death in Rome? "Your father requested me to find you since he can't travel to Rome." "Things have changed, Thanatos," Aubrey remarked, his voice frigid. "If he truly cared about me, he wouldn't have abandoned us on the street and left us to starve to death, which would hav

“It’s not her, it’s her bond. Our bond.” “Are you sure about that, because…” “Maybe you shouldn’t question me.” He cuts Luna Daisy off. “Are you some sort of misogynist?” “My mate is a woman, I’m pretty sure I’m not.” “Then talk to her with respect, she is the Luna.” “What is a Luna in the face of a god?” Rome asks and the room falls silent.