Novel & Cerita Greek Mythology Hades Weapon

Androkles broke the silence, his voice low, a raw, desperate edge to it that I had never heard before. "There's a weapon," he said, his gaze fixed on the map, his finger tracing the lines of the city's forgotten districts. "A sword. Forged in the heart of a fallen star, bathed in the blood of a slain god, and enchanted with divine gold. It's the only thing that can kill them. Permanently."

That was true, Zeus had despised every single gods who'd sided with Hades in the war. "You could have at least tried to find a way to see me! You could have!" I yelled, tears streaming down my face, as I hit him continuously, on the chest. He pulled me closer, his hand stroking my back as he spoke, while I wept, gasping and panting.

Ares replied cheekily. Standing next to the God of War was his trusted Satyr, Hoovey. Today, Hoovey had ditched the clothes of a butler for battle armour. Decked fully in high-grade armour and carrying a spear at his back, he truly looked like a subordinate of the God of War now. It was quite a sight, given that the spear was called the weapon of kings; yet this special weapon was being used by the subordinate of a king. Well, this world was full of contradictions. This wasn’t the strangest thing the universe had to offer, and it would not be the strangest thing even on this day. “Yes, you are,” Atlas, the Lord of Planet Celestial, chuckled faintly and stood up from his throne.

Diane glared at Lyndon for the last time before she focused on our training. Aunt Athena waved her hands again and weapons of different kinds appeared infront of us. There are bows and arrows, swords and some weapons that I'm not familiar with. "These are heavenly weapons created by the God of fire and blacksmith himself, the one and only Hephaestus." I was even more amazed to fined out that my father created all of these weapons. "Wow! You're dad's a genius Ana Mae!" Diane said that made me proud. "All the weapons in the heaven realm are created by your father Ana," Aunt Athena told me. "Every God has their own unique talent same with humans. Whether you're a deity or just a normal mortal,

Servants tried to clean as quickly as they could only for more of the palace to shake, leaving dust falling. Angels with their head armor held spears, rows and rows of them before Zeus’ throne. All ready to attack even Hades himself. Hades chuckled, thinking what could those useless angels do to him? Hades was undoubtedly stronger, but the thought of his mate being helpless only had him seething inside.

he states in wonder. My power has never affected the Gods before, it’s used to bestow sleep and dreams upon the mortals. A thunderous bang forces the throne room doors open, and Zeus and Ares enter. Zeus sends a monstrous bolt of lightning straight into Hades. “Sister,” they exclaim as they rush to me. “She’s gone. My daughter is gone,” I cry. “Hades, you bring her back, or so help me,” Zeus threatens. “Her heart was pierced by the God-killer. It can’t be undone. But I will bring him back,” Hades answers, and with a flick of his wrist, the shadows appear on the ceiling and Hephaestus comes crashing to the ground.

At once, every military officer in the base, those that are are sleeping, eating, in the toilet, or doing whatever, immediately left what they were doing at once and began to speed towards the central field. Everyone was glad, they were happy that the god of war is back. Everyone wants to see him, the dreadful beast who single handedly killed five hundred men in battle, the one who is best in the use of gun, best in the use of swords and best in martial arts. Once upon a time, the enemies sent three lions to him at the battle field, with his power, he tore the mouths of the lion and defeated them. Who would not be scared of the god of war?

Androkles said, though it sounded like a warning that boiled my blood. "I don't trust him," Zeus murmured. "I wouldn't even give him a bone, let alone let him go near mate." Androkles and Figaro held out their right hands and coiled them into a fist. Glinting gold weapons appeared in the closed palm that they released and let hover in the air. The powerful energy radiating off them was similar to Gustav's. On cue, Nyx rose on all fours and snatched up the weapons, disappearing into thin air as I had commanded.

He nodded before he returned his attention to the blade. "What is its importance?" I asked, taking advantage of the opportunity to practice my Greek. Morpheus handed me the blade carefully. It seemed to weigh less than a speck of dust and yet I was almost certain that it would be sharper than any ordinary knife. "When I was born the other gods gave my parents gifts to commemorate the occasion. My grandmother Nyx was never one to follow tradition and she gave my brothers and I gifts instead, blessing us and nudging us toward our godly duties. My dagger was what stirred the ability to control all dream in me, just as Icelus and Phantasus were stirred by their daggers. They each store enough po

I said, hoping to see her reaction. She took a step forward from Hades' grip and boldly said, "Do it, coward." I felt pushed by that but I forced a chuckle, as I wanted her alive, safe, and healthy. Suddenly, someone handed a gun over to Hades. He strapped it to his fingers and pointed it at me. "Leave here now, motherfucker, or I'll fire at you," he said, his tone firm with determination, "leave here. Now." "What you gonna do, kill me? That's the worst you can do, coward." I said, a big grin written over my face.