Hera Blood Of Zeus Novels & Stories

Sebastian caught me. “Vera?” Golden light flashed across my wrists. Symbols appeared beneath my skin. Not random. Letters. I stared. V-01. The same number from my blood vial. Ophelia screamed. I looked at her. She wasn't staring at my wrist. She was staring behind me. At the mirror. Hera stood inside it. But something was wrong. Blood covered her white dress. Her golden eyes were terrified. “Hera?” Her palm slammed against the other side of the glass. Her mouth moved. No sound came out.

HERA I stared at Lord Timothee in disbelief, my mind racing to comprehend the depth of his devious plan. The intensity of his gaze held a glimmer of mischief, and it sent shivers down my spine. His words lingered in the air, each syllable dripping with a sinister intent. "Don't be narrow-minded, Hera," he taunted, his smirk widening with satisfaction. "I'm not going to be stupid enough to suggest that we infect the whole palace. We're just going to make sure it affects only one human."

"What do you mean, mommy?" "Remember when you fell down the stairs? You needed a blood transfusion at that time, and he was the one who donated blood to you. " Astraea gasped in shock, like she didn't believe what she had just heard. "I thought it was you, mommy. How on earth is it possible? We are not even related. Why would he donate his blood to me? " Freya has this sad smile on her face. How she wished that Astraea was not related to Zeus.

Ares felt his body trembling violently, he immediately rubbed his head several times, as if the repetition he did could stop the anxiety that continued to fill his chest like dark clouds during rain. Why did Hela hurt herself, and why did Hera decide to commit suicide? After all, she only needed to be patient a little longer. Ares will do something, not like this. Ten crucial minutes. If Hela had been delayed even a little, her life would have been lost due to blood loss. Three bags of blood were needed to save Hela's life. Luckily, Hela's blood type was not rare and the hospital had it in stock. Ares had to be grateful for that, even though he was extremely angry about what had happened.

His hair color changed to maroon, and he now has a pair of red-orange orbs. Cordelia is the daughter of Euphrosyne—the goddess of good cheer, joy, and mirth—and Ares—the God of war or the spirit of battle. Having them as parents can explain her unending liveliness and her huge urge to fight. Helios, on the other hand, is the son of Heracles—best known as the strongest of all mortals—and Athena—the goddess of battle and strategies. This explains why Helios has the incredible strength where he could wield and use the heaviest sword that exists. Cordelia's appearance became different than it was before. Her childlike eyes turned into a fierce one, still having her purple orbs. She wears black s

I collected mine and before I could hang it on my shoulder, Hunter collected it. "Why are you guys here?" I asked Hera. It was when I studied her that I realized she had a torn on the arm of her dress and that part was stained with blood. "What happened?" I shrieked. I moved closer to Hera to check her wound. "Well, Zion wasn't going to back down easily. I had to suppress him but that bitchy siren of yours used her claws to slash my arm open," "I'm sorry you had to go throu…." I stopped when I realized there was no wound.

He didn't flinch or wince. "Let's begin," Enzo said and I took the small dagger he handed to me. I made a vertical cut on my palm that would definitely leave behind a scar. Thick red blood welled to the surface and I handed the dagger back to Enzo who placed the dagger on the floor, outside the pentagram. Aria handed me the strands of hair carrying a piece of Hera's essence. Then, I closed my eyes and muttered the spell in ancient Greek. "Hera, queen of gods, sower of discord. We summon you in the power of three. We bind your spirit and your essence"

Aphrodite and Cupid initiated the love between Jason (hero of the Quest of the Golden Fleece) and the daughter of the Colchian King. Hera is the Queen of the GODS and is the wife and sister of ZEUS in the Olympian pantheon. She is known for being the Goddess of Marriage & Birth. Despite being the Goddess of Marriage, she was known to be jealous and vengeful towards the many lovers and offspring of her husband Zeus. She was also known to turn her anger towards mortals who crossed her as well – for example, Paris, who chose APHRODITE over Hera as the most beautiful goddess at the marriage of the sea-nymph Thetis to a mortal called Peleus.

“Is something the matter, Hera?” Hera slowly turned her head toward Perry, and she had to blink quite a lot of times to not be mesmerized by the glow in her irises. Her left one being milky-white was stained by a murky shadow that was shaped into pea-size flame, dancing in the moonlight; the right, meanwhile, had its purple splashed with a crimson glint, circling and outlining its shape, never-ending.

By instinct, Zeus reacted as his control sank to the core of the earth in cremation, burning and withering away. Canines dug into her shoulder, halfway on her neck, plunging deeper and deeper, marking her wolf as ours. He claimed her. Marked her with our Alpha venom seeping into her bloodstream and becoming one with her DNA. Hera yelped from the pain, going soft and floppy beneath Zeus. Then pleasure surmounted. A low rumbling purr was emitted from her chest as Zeus' canines fully submerged into her, interlocking Hera's soul with ours forever.