Greek God Of Hatred Novels & Stories

One of the henchmen asked. "The Greek god of fire and blacksmithing wasn't the most loved amongst his siblings. In fact, he wasn't loved at all. This made him angry, bitter, and most importantly, he trusted no one. That's why this place is filled with traps, even this very basement we are in. Though they are fewer, but even more deadly." I kept talking. I could hear Mr W's men suck in air as I talked about the traps. I glanced at Me X. He now had only one finger up, which meant I only needed to keep it going for a little while more.

Someone who attended strategic meetings regularly. He looked up at me with hatred burning in his eyes. “You are a disruption to the established order.” I stepped forward slowly. “My existence threatens corruption.” His lips curled. “Your power will attract wars.” “Wars were already coming,” I replied calmly. “Because of people like you.” He attempted to stand but the creature appeared behind him instantly. Its massive claw pressed down on his shoulder. Immobilizing him. The battle finally ended. Silence returned to the chamber. Smoke filled the air.

Her ebony hair and blue eyes gave off a maternal vibe. "That would be most agreeable," Zeus nodded. His voice was husk. His bluish gray hair and green eyes gave off a serious demeanor. "To my left is Salax the demon God of Lust, to my right is Veraque, demon God of envy. Across from me is Erys and next to him is Kira. To what do I own the honor of our meeting?" I was putting on my best formal attitude. I had no idea what the Olympians were capable of, or how far their reach went.

When Martha moved here, she was so much pissed and went out to make a complain about this place and soon she got into a fight with guard, the fight went far Martha pushed that guard and he then raised his hand to slap her back but Jacob came in between and twisted his wrist mercilessly. He told him that “No man ever raised a hand on woman” that made Martha felt in love with him at first sight. After that, she decided to stay and every day she tried to make small talks with him and even had asked him daily to go out with her. But he always refused her politely but somehow today the way he refused her it pissed her off as his gaze was on Emma. Emma was the person whom Martha didn’t like at all

“YOU are being unreasonable.” “STOP BOSSING ME AROUND!” She yelled. “I’M NOT BOSSING YOU AROUND. I DO NOT WANT YOU TO SUFFER ALONE, PENELOPE! NO! I’M NOT ALLOWING IT.” He hit the steering wheel. He was breathing rapidly.

“You love Rylan? That ugly masked prince? The cursed one even his mother doesn’t want?” I have heard about how his mother hated him. She was never involved in the wedding preparations, so I figured they weren’t on good terms, only to discover that she had hated him from birth. Of course, everyone would hate a scarred-face boy like him. I hated him too until I realized he is actually a Greek god. But then… Lira loved him with the scar. How so? “And you think I would love him if he were actually ugly?” I snap. Her brows furrow. “What do you mean?”

What…. “Ha.” Jason scoffed, his voice cutting through the room. Unlike before, his voice was icy, and I definitely didn't miss the red hot hate simmering underneath his words. “She wouldn't dare. Since she approached me knowing that I hate her, I would definitely murder her.” Once again, the moon goddess had slapped me with another unfortunate truth. The truth that Jason was never going to like me. No matter what. He hated me, and from the looks of it, nothing was ever going to change that.

I look back down as I lick my teeth with another growl as I get off the bitch and point at her. “You’re dead.” I snarl at her. “Nina, what did you do?” Asteria still has hold of me as she turns to face the siren. “Nothing, she attacked me.” she whimpers and I laugh and so does my dad. “Do you have any idea who she or he is?” Asteria points to me and my dad and the siren shakes her head. “She is Gaia, the Goddess of Hell and Harbinger of Death. He is Fenrir, her father. So I will ask you again. What. Did. You. Do?”

"It is. You know, child. Strength is enough to bring all enemies to their knees, but it is not enough to quell the vengeance in their hearts. These lords have seen their sons and fathers slaughtered and tortured. And their wives have borne illegitimate children from their enemy. That kind of grudge cannot be paralysed by the fear of a sword swung, and will be passed on to the next bloodline." "The cycle of hatred." "You are clever. You know, if the grudge is unbearable, they will unleash it, creating another war for the sake of revenge. But revenge is a form of seeking justice too. The wise Kingsley knows this." "What has all this to do with you?" "My name is Eirene, I am the goddess of tran

"I'm making a deal out of it because his idiot little brother is why I stayed home from school and fell off a ladder with a sprang ankle." "You have what?!" Her voice rose high-pitched while Rex said those words in shock. My sister looked down at the ankle wrapped in bandages, then she glared her eyes at Logan, and I felt him wince behind me. In Greek Mythology, Athena was the favorite daughter of Zeus, with no mother, and was born from Zeus's armor on his forehead, which describes her to be fierce and brave in battle. She is known to be the Goddess of many things, including war. My sister cannot take on Logan, who is practically half her size, but she isn't afraid to hit him for hurting her