Electra Blood Of Zeus Novelas e Histórias

Serarion, Azrien, and Elyraeth follow him, leaving me blinking in confusion as I'm alone in the Dean’s office with a burning shoulder and the priestess standing nearby. The white-clothed figure turns her head in my direction. "You're bleeding," she says quietly. I fight for breath as I stagger to my feet, gripping my burning arm. Elyraeth is the purest breed of Siphons, meaning she has the ability to inject venom into one’s bloodstream with her bite, and that can turn the person into a sort of zombie if the person dies with the venom in their system. I have no plans to die. "Where did they go? What's going on?" I ask Gebrit, my voice hoarse.

He turned to Zeus and threw it towards the younger god screaming, "Have a taste of your own medicine, you traitor." ​Cronos shoved Zeus aside and let the charged electrical current hit him. He fell to the ground as Evelynn screamed. He heard another scream and Rhea appeared next to him. Dropping to her knees beside Evelynn she shoved the other woman back saying, "No, don't touch him. You could be electrocuted from the current traveling inside of him." ​Evelynn pulled her hands away as she fell backward. "Please, what do we do to help him?"

"Maybe it was human blood that he kept for himself or maybe he had tracked down a group of rogue vampires." "No, it was not human blood," Zeta replied. "Their blood is red but it was black blood which was Ace Christ's own blood that had been soaked with dark green moss from the floor of a tree stump. When I think about it, I feel sick." "Ace Christ's own blood?" Alpha Altan asked, looking at him in surprise. "How can you say this with such certainty?" "Because if it was a human, why would he be sent out by Reaper Swithun to take care of it?" Zeta replied. Alpha Altan's face twisted into an expression that could only be interpreted as disbelief.

"Yes, he's been sleeping for the past three decades and needs the blood of Zora's kind." "I was trying to help you keep Zora so we could use her to negotiate with Lord Zeus." Alpha Zeta's eyes widened. He found it hard to believe what his wife was saying. Why would Lord Zeus need someone like Zora? The Lord Zeus he knew had been sleeping for decades. "Stop lying, Lydia. You have another agenda. Why would Lord Zeus need Zora? You know the threat Lord Zeus and his clan pose to the werewolf community. What would I gain from dealing with vampires?"

He turned and looked at the platinum blonde next to him, “Healer?” “They are excellent choices,” she smiled at the nervous father and husband. “But we would like to try something else, first,” the healer said and placed a hand on Electra’s back. “Electra, you come from an old line of Were. Would you give her some of your blood?” “If you think it would help,” she said and kissed Hadrian before looking over at the girls. “We’ve got them, Electra,” Aiden said when he saw where her eyes went.

June stepped out of the carriage, she was assaulted by a wave of cold air which made her knees weak. Zeus noticed and immediately warmed up the area. Augusta had such a frail body, it was almost blown over by the wind! She needed to do something fast if she wanted to survive in this body. Georgina Moore was Zeus's grandmother - a strong old female wolf who served the Blood Race pack until Zeus turned rogue and created the Nightshade pack. She was the only one Zeus trusted in his entire family from a young age. When he started manifesting his gift of an elemental, he was regarded as cursed and as a result, his mates and people rejected him.

“The Blooded Pact. A soul-binding ritual once used by the divine to anchor life to life. It must be performed with someone who carries divine blood. Your blood, Anastasia.” Her breath caught. “What happens if it fails?” Matif’s silence was answer enough. Still, she nodded. “I’ll do it.” .... They prepared the ritual deep in the Temple of the Eclipse, far from prying eyes. Candles carved from sacred bone circled Kael’s unconscious form, each flame tinted silver-blue by the lingering power of the moon. Anastasia stood barefoot before him, robed in the moon-seer’s cloak, her hands trembling as Matif handed her the ceremonial blade small, curved, wickedly sharp.

Thirty-Two: Nighttime Whispers EIRA Is it foolishness to assume that this child of prophecy is not Kael? That there’s other pups born of royal blood with white hair? Cassian frowns. “I would argue that one cannot possibly have white hair but…my former mate had white hair.” Gaza’s eyes briefly cut to mine, and I swallow thickly. “Yea, I think I remember that oddity.” Lysandra nods. “White hair is only common among the moonblood line,” Gaza explains, and it takes everything in me not to run out of here. “Prophecies surround them.”

he stepped forward toward their direction. Azazel looked down at Athena, who had a handprint on her cheek. His blood turned to hot molten lava. Azazel unlatched Athena from him. “Touch her,” he pushed Athena to Rupert. Both were shocked. Athena, who was already broken, broke a little more, unable to believe Azazel.

“This… this is a part of your story, Amelia. A story that even I didn’t fully understand.” I felt Levi’s hand on my shoulder, steadying me as I tried to process what he was saying. “What do you mean?” I managed, my voice trembling. Alpha Cedric leaned back in his chair, his gaze distant, as though he were being transported back to a time long ago. “I was on patrol, years ago, when I encountered a woman… She was running, terrified and covered in blood. She carried a child—a baby girl, wrapped in a red cloth with an emblem sewn into it. The emblem of the Red Lycan Family.”