Hephaestus Novels & Stories

"Now they're leaves in the wind, with a touch of humidity... As if they were leaves blown by the winds of a storm that's brewing." "Yours have changed too, they still look like a field of flowers, but this time, the flower that catches my eye the most is almost forgotten... I had to look in my archives and also in my safe... It was very difficult, as I only have a single seed that hasn't bloomed." Ghost replied, approaching me. "The flower is called the Flames of Hephaestus. They say they were created from the sparks of God's hammer when it meets the anvil." I turned my face towards Lycan, curious about the information.

Brodi huffed out a breath, shocked at his own ineptitude in getting a simple point across. He glanced back up at her and saw a glimmer of humor in her green eyes. She was laughing at him. At him! He sat up a little straighter not sure how to react. The Alpha in him wanted to be insulted and act accordingly, but making his mate happy, even at his own expense, gave him a warm feeling in his middle. He wasn't used to all these conflicting emotions. He cleared his throat before starting to speak again. "Yes, well…" "You know your name is old Norse, yes?" Kelda interrupted. "Fenrir. A son of the god, Loki. It's a very powerful name. A very powerful wolf."

People were more complicated than that. “Our traits do not define us,” she said. “You sure about that?” said Eva. “What was yours again?” “It is called Hephaestus’ Spark,” Miko replied. “That’s right,” said Eva. “You’ve got peerless mechanical insight, but you’ve also got difficulty understanding how people work. How does that not define who you are?”

“Oscar, what’s the name of your wolf?” “Dionysus.” “Fuck, it really is true,” I swore. “Theo and Noah will follow soon. Jacob, who was born first?” “Noah.” “If everything is to be believed, Noah’s wolf will appear in the next 24 hours, and Theo’s after that.” I leaned back in my chair, letting my eyes fall closed. “Noah’s wolf will be Hephaestus, Theo’s will be Hermes.” The room was full of stumped wolves.

“Yeah, that tends to happen when you train all day as you’ll soon be finding out.” “What . . . was that!?” asked Romero, finally finding her tongue. Blakeney handled the question. “I didn’t want to tell you about Oliver until he got here. He’s quite gifted. Being a descendant of Hephaestus, he was blessed with the ability to control fire . . . well more than that actually. When we fought Cerberos, Oliver was able to produce incredibly strong flames from within himself and send fire pummeling at the beast. It was quite miraculous,” he finished in admiration.

Philip recognized the man, but not the lady, and he was surprised when the man saw him and approached him with the beautiful young lady. "Maestro felipe!" The man said with a smile as he shook hands with Philip. "It's nice to see you again, Dr. Mathew." Philip said with a smile. Dr. Mathew was a big man with medicated eyeglasses and white hair, he was definitely in his sixties perhaps a little older than his father, who was turning sixty. Dr. Mathew was a very intelligent man with a friendly personality and he occupied an important position in the CRUZ company.

, wondering if she would react to the hint of flirt. A smile appeared on her lips. — Montreal is full of opportunities. — When you wake up in the morning, you never know what the day will bring. She gave a loud laugh. “Some days are better than others. — Afterwards, she looked at the elephant statue. — Who is your roommate? — Ganesha ? Among other things, he is the King of Beginnings. — Nav felt intoxicated, intuiting that this light flirtation was the beginning of something special.

He explained, beckoning me forward. He helped me put them on, handling both my hands and the gauntlets with care like he was scared he would break either. The runes and patterns lit up again, the gauntlet shifting and expanding till it was a perfect fit, covering my elbow down to the tip of my fingers. "You have the flames of Hestia's hearth at your command. Hephaestus grants you the ability to make weapons out of metals you touch, resilience and heat resistance." Bama explained.

And at the center of it all, undefeated, untouchable, was Kane Shawn. Standing at 6'5", with a body carved from years of brutal discipline, he was a titan among men. His blonde curls were damp with sweat, sticking to his forehead as he rolled his shoulders, his enormous arms flexing with ease. His skin glistened under the dim lights, his six-pack rippling with every movement. But it was his face that truly set him apart a masterpiece of sharp lines and perfect imperfections. His light blue eyes had the power to pierce through a man's soul, making even the most confident opponents hesitate. His lips, full and sinful, often twisted into a smirk that made women weak and men envious.

Slowly, I turned my head and came face-to-face with a who could only be described as a god in human form. Oh my God! My subconscious screeched in disbelief. God sent an angel indeed. I mean only angels can be this good looking, right? He had dark silver eyes and jet black hair which made him look divine, complementing his god-like look. Strands of his hair fell on his face. His sharp jaw seemed as if it was carved by God himself. And the silver lip ring attached to his pale pink lips was my last undoing. With eyes glued to his lips, the only thoughts that claimed my mind were;