Novel & Cerita Greek God Of Hatred

" After all you did to my family, you deserve to be here. You should've been given a life sentence. I can't believe it was much more shorter than that." He sniggered, but his eyes still held venom. I can't believe this, he doesn't even feel any remorse! " Now listen to me young lady... If I get out of here, I'm going to make you pay." He growled at me. I chuckled despite myself. " Get out of here? You're not getting out of here. If it's possible for me to, I would kill you myself, here. You monster." " You would even dare." Anger boiled in me, hatred consuming me. " Try me." I growled back.

I am Fenrir , some may have known me from my father’s wonderful reputation. But that was a long time ago. I have proved everyone that I was not my father and that his beliefs were not mine. My father, Loki, was a harsh God. He punishes everyone that comes in between what he wants and what he thinks was best, not for the greater many, but mainly for himself. He had lived for a long time and he did many nit so great things that we, my sister and I, Hel, was not very fond and proud of.

I walk shakingly around to the table, seeing everyone wary also brought me on edge. I subconsciously take a step back from the table with the three most intimidating men I've ever seen, the arura radiating off them is dangerous enough to kill someone on spot. Especially the one sitting between the other two. He's a Greek God sent down to one earth to put chaos among women, No doubt he's specially made by God himself to place a second figure of himself on Earth for everyone to see.

Anciently, endlessly furious. And perhaps worst of all— Justified. The tallest god’s gaze shifted back toward Alaric. “You feel it too, don’t you?” The bond pulsed violently. Eleanor felt Alaric’s answer before he spoke. Hatred. Not inherited madness. Not blind rage. Hatred born from memory buried in blood. “You made us suffer for your wars,” Alaric said quietly. The god remained calm. “You were created to endure it.” The shadows around the chamber trembled again.

“This doesn’t make sense. What can a deity want with a nobody like me?” The car sank into silence. I threw up my hands. “Is this the Ollivara thing again? I don’t know her.” “Some call him Sues or Warren, or the God of War,” Jason sighed. “He’s a long-time enemy of mine.” His jaw clenched as pure hatred darkened his eyes. “One day, I’ll tear his mask off before I tear his head off with my bare hands.” The air iced over, and everyone sat still. Even wounded, Jason’s power was still formidable. It was worse when he was injured. A wounded predator is at his most dangerous.

He grated, his annoyance blossoming. “But you do.” another god countered. “you're Zeus after all.” Dionysus cleared his throat, “It's about Hades.” Everyone present in the room let out a terrified gasp. Father hated that name and even on mount Olympus they knew of his profound hatred for his brother. I wondered who was going to stop him if he suddenly flew off the handle in anger now that Poseidon had his hands full and wasn't present. I studied Zeus, watch him struggle to hone some ounce of control. Gritting his teeth he spoke, avoiding Hade's name like mentioning it stung.

Tyler complained again. "Sorry." Charlotte said. "My headaches a lot." He rubbed his forehead. Charlotte stood up and went behind him. "Where are you going?" Tyler turned to see what she was up to. "Shut up and rest." Charlotte said. She began to rub and ruffle his head gently while Tyler let out soft moans. Soon he slept off and Charlotte sat and watched him sleep. She began to admire him, his lips, nose,neck everything just looks perfect to her now but she still has this hatred, this burning revenge, the burning vengeance inside her.

I snapped, running a hair through my hair to calm myself down. I had a reputation— I was known to be the Shadow. The best sniper/hitman in the whole world. I take money from people to kill whoever they wanted me to, without asking questions. I didn't care as long as I was getting the money. I was feared. The simple mention of my name would make people tremble in fear. I was known to be a heartless, cold and fearless sniper who never misses his target. Cedric was only wasting my time by arguing with me for a damn seat. I had other jobs to do, other places to be, more important things to do than arguing with that bitch who was currently standing in front of me with two glasses of wine in his h

I don’t sound like I’m scolding her but I am. “Remember the day he thought about taking Tessa as a prisoner and starting a war? Then you took him down to the training grounds and kicked his ass all over the mat?” “Mostly, yeah?” “Well, he had that reaction because of Perses. War is in Bronx’s DNA.” “I’m sorry, Perses? He’s a Titan, right?” “Perses is the Titan God of War or Destruction, depending on how you translate it. He is the Goddess Hecate’s father. Delilah is probably familiar with him.”

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