Fagles Iliad Audiobook Novels & Stories

"Go tell your father that I am not giving up Pandora, nor am I giving up the mortals for the gods' sacred purposes." John plugged his fingers into the eyes of the judge, drove his fingers downwards towards the nasal area, he smacked the face of the judge from the left cheek and aggressively pulled out a fragment of his face. Source : Born By Power Book Number : Book 4 Book Name : Greek Wars Chapter : Chapter Unknown

She muttered translations under her breath, Salma sitting nearby, watching her with an intensity that was half-protective, half-devotion. “You sure you’re up for this?” Salma asked. Lilly looked up, her eyes glowing faintly. “I’m done sitting idle.” Her fingers traced the script, eyes narrowing. “Here... this part. It mentions the Seal.” Salma leaned forward. “What does it say?” “‘When the Veil cracks, the Hollow’s breath becomes a storm. The sky will bleed, and wolves will dream of their own death. The Flame must choose—fight or burn.’”

Telagus sighed, a smile creeping onto his lips, “Your host is tough, I’ll give him that, but it was you I wanted to see.” “Very well servant, I am here, if you kneel before us and I will grant you a swift death,” Fafnir growled, smoke starting to plume from the corners of his mouth as he snarled, his gaze bearing down onto Telagus, who stood defiant. “I will never kneel to anyone ever again!” Telagus roared, losing the calm composure he had previously, quickly closing his eyes and taking in a deep breath a second later in an attempt to prevent anger from overtaking his thoughts.

* Fenrir answered with another deafening, furious roar, his black flames flaring. The battle raged with legendary ferocity. Killian fought with unmatched, godlike courage, utilizing his enhanced agility to dodge the worst of the cataclysmic strikes, but even his immense, hyper-charged strength could only slow the ancient behemoth down. Every blow from Fenrir’s massive paws carved deep, smoking trenches into the valley earth, while every precise, powerful strike from Killian forced the shadow monster back a single, agonizing step. The two titans clashed like legends brought to life from Orion's oldest texts.

CHAPTER FIFTY EIGHT Isabella felt his weight on her and his thigh pressing against her sex, as he continued to use his talented tongue on her breasts. With every lap, he sent bolts of fire down to her core, liquidizing everything in its path. She felt her panties soak with the evidence of her desire and was unable to stop her body from responding to him. The same way he responded to her: his erection pressing against her hip was impossible to ignore. Too big to overlook, too hard to wish away, even if she wanted to.

It was infuriating that so many of their best fighters had been reduced to corpses by an unknown girl. "Fuck!" Fai roared, pouring all his rage into the exclamation. "Go to hell!" He clenched his fist and snatched a sword, advancing slowly toward Logan like a nightmare beast. "You! You must die! My warriors will be waiting in the afterlife for your apology!" Aella moved forward, her blood-soaked attire billowing in the air, her gaze icy.

As our fingertips meet, I fall forward. An unbearable pain rips through my heart. I look down, see the tips of my snowy alabaster hair drenched in blood. The hilt of a sword is buried in my ribs. Redness seeps into my gown, trickling over the tiny seed pearls, dripping down onto the sand below. I look up. Felix stands before me. His dark hair is longer, almost to his shoulders. His skin is white as death. His hazel eyes are rimmed with onyx, and he’s wearing strange black armor. His face twists in pain, as if it was he who had a sword buried in his chest.

Alessia's POV I have read the book. It was a typical old storybook that sounded very English and Greek. I cringe a little because what I'm reading sounds like Julius Caesar. It talks about Greek gods, especially Poseidon since Homer's journey travels the seas. I feel like I'm getting a headache reading it because it's a story but the writing is poetic. But I understand because the ancient people were poets. I am too used to reading normal English novels. I just focused my attention on the book because there was nothing else to read there besides this. Even though I'm not used to reading like this, I'm just patient because it makes me sleepy.

Fennel shook his head and said, “Almost. It was a draw. Hades is a man with brains, wisdom, and strength. I don't want to be enemies with him if possible.” Hearing this, Philip raised his brows and said, “He seems to be a very tough guy.” Fennel smiled and said, “Yes, he’s a difficult guy to deal with, especially the few great envoys under his command. The Black and White Furies are the most difficult to deal with. They’re two extremely annoying people.”

I can no longer control my response even though I know it's wrong. This time, the white light is a combustion of energy that ignites the room. The heat is everywhere. I scream in pain - the burn so intense my flesh seems to melt. Tyboll's roar is no less painful. He falls against my back and holds me to his burning flesh as his shouts continue. We are dying. The Goddess is punishing us.