Hera Blood Of Zeus Mga Nobela at Kwento

Hera's face contorted with rage. She ignored Tobias and lunged toward Eden. She was determined to end Eden's life that night. She knew that Eden had to die for her to become the Queen of Zolane and avoid her own destruction. Eden pushed herself back with her legs. She tried to condense her spiritual energy amid the oppressive killing intent, but the slightest attempt caused unbearable pain to flood her body, scattering her spiritual energy completely. "You should just do me a favor and die, Eden!" Hera shot a beam of energy from her palm straight toward the center of Eden's brow.

Diana thought to herself. Vero looked at her worriedly, "She will die! Her Majesty will die if she continues to bleed!!!" Vero tries to stop her. But in vain because Diana's power does not allow anyone to interfere with her. Diana kept clenching her fists, making every blood in her body gush out. "You did it again," Allan thought. Slowly, the wounds on Rai and Pine's chests closed as Diana's blood flow decreased. This body absorbs Diana's blood and heals all wounds.

She reaches for my hands and gently pulls them into her lap. “I am saying that yes, Zeus and you are forbidden because of something his ancestor, Seleste Athens, caused. She altered the course of history. She made your kind suffer while humans basked in glory.” She pauses, watching me. I hadn't even remembered that Zeus was a descendant of Seleste Athens. The woman who had started all this a thousand years ago. The wife of Cross Athens. The man who had been the best friend of my own ancestor, Scar Denvers. A hybrid.

Her essence flowed within his blood. And just like how he would not hesitate to burn down into ashes in her love... He wouldn't hesitate to burn anyone who touches her... Leaving no blood, no bones behind... But only Ashes. Ashes to mixed with the dirt. . His fondness was different from others. His love was hidden in his chest. His thirst was drowning in his mind. His desire was leashed with his soul that all needed HIS PERSEPHONE. . He was The HADES. .

(ZILO’S POINT OF VIEW) "She’s in hypovolemic shock, Nomo! The bandages aren't holding because the blood is too high-energy—it’s literally burning through the gauze!" Zilo shouted, his voice rising to a frantic pitch. He pressed his palms against the wounds on Sofia’s arms, feeling the terrifying, thrumming heat of her sapphire blood. It wasn't like human blood; it felt alive, vibrating with a frequency that made his own bones ache.

Though I knew anti-ageing was a werewolf thing. “Fine, why am I here?” “You were willing to sacrifice your life for my child, without hesitation, and so I've come to give you back your life”. I would probably have a stupid comment in my head if I weren't aware that she could hear my thoughts. Give me back my life? What was she? Zeus or Keturah? “And how would you do that?” “It's not for you to know. Just trust me”. “How can I trust you?” Hmm, she mumbled, raising a perfect brow.

Then a scream of a woman began to sound out of thin air. “Aaaaaaaaahhh Release me!!” Within the beast's clenched hand, there is a beautiful mature woman in her thirties screaming aloud as she struggles to pry her body out from the giant hand. This woman wears a purple old-school toga, she was both Zeus's sister and wife. Hera the goddess matriarch of Olympus. At Aurelia's aide who was watching the curb stomping fes in front of her smiled awkwardly. She knew that Zhu Wushang and her two good friends were strong but never thought that they were this strong.

CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE Hera's POV “Um, I'm not sure about that. I may feel queasy at the sight of blood” I tell them, hoping that I'll have my way out of this tight situation but Krystal only shakes her head at me. “You're the Luna Hera. You have to get used to seeing such things if you want to be a strong and feared leader. The sight of blood shouldn't make you feel queasy” she insists and I drop my cutlery immediately.

“Two weeks... But that's not all; you actually died. You were dead for a day. The process of the poison breaking down in your weak and pregnant body took your life.” I blinked at her, unable to make sense of what she was saying. “What are you talking about? If I died, then how am I still here?” Hera shook her head before sighing yet again, “I couldn't save you because I had already set up a barrier to save the children, and during those moments of your death, I noticed something incredible that made me realise something.” Hera moved closer to sit at my feet, then licked it before saying, “Your children have powerful blood flowing through their veins, and I think it's because their father is

Cia didn't understand Zeus' convoluted sentence. "He needs Naitura's energy to live and it's impossible for the Lycan to come here," explained Zeus. Cia didn't answer, she turned around, and left Zeus. The god of thunder was still staring at Cia's back, until the strand of her dress that had been dragged disappeared from the door. "Poor fate." Hera and Athena, who were there, nodded. Fate even toyed with the woman's feelings and life. Hera, who was known to be jealous and fierce, had never felt that way towards Arlcia. To her, Arlcia was his daughter.