Hera Daughters Novels & Stories

Carmine falls back into a chair with his mouth open staring at her. “I knew it. Zeus, I knew it.” Idris points at Deshal then looks at Beauden. “If I’m not mistaken Zeus was married to Hera. Hera was the Goddess of Marriage, Women, and Family, and the protector of Women during childbirth. She was also Zeus' sister. Damn, you all have something in common. Zeus married his sister, and you mated with your sister.” “Stepsister.” Wisdom and Beaden say in unison. Wisdom rolls her eyes at Idris, “Deshal get your mate.”

King Leonidas, his countenance etched with a blend of anger and disappointment, stood firmly in place, his gaze was fixed upon his defiant daughter. Hera, her heart was racing within her chest, she knows too well that her father despises her so much right now, and she maintained a resolute stance. Her decision was made, she was ready to confront the consequences. The love she shared with Davien warranted the risk, a challenge to forge a new path that defied the boundaries of their respective worlds.

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.

During the program, she heard people mention her name more than once. Hera West. Her name already sounded like a queen made from ice. Dalia shivered a little at her intense stare. If she is trying to read her or find a flaw, she is welcome to stare. Dalia frowned at how close Hera leaned towards Gaia. She must be mommy’s girl. There were too many flaws in Dalia already. She was even glad she didn’t trip on stage. It was probably because Eros stood beside her. Echo and Hera had similar look. You could tell they were sisters. Although Echo looked more like Hector and Hera looked more like Gaia.

I ask her when he chuckles at me with a slight shake of her head. “Who are you?” I blink at her, ok is she having a moment? “It’s me mom, Gaia, your daughter. You know, the daughter of Fenrir, the Goddess of Hell, the Harbinger of Death.” She smiles big at me. Ok. “There she is. I’m glad you know who you are. Shame you don’t know what to do with it, though.” She shrugs as she chuckles at me. Sitting up, I look down at her as she raises an eyebrow at me.

Hera herself was amazing as one of the very few deities that remained devoted to her companion and she therefore got here to symbolise monogamy and fidelity. In Greek mythology, Hera used to be the daughter of Cronus and Rhea, and mom of Ares (god of war), Hebe (goddess of youth), and Eileithyia (goddess of childbirth), all with Zeus. Hera also gave birth on my own to Hephaistos(god of metallurgy) in retaliation for Zeus’ in a similar way single-handed beginning of Athena. However, Hera threw Hephaistos from Mount Olympus because of his ugliness, and crashing to earth, the god became lame. In other accounts, Hephaistos used to be thrown from the heavens by means of Zeus precisely because of

She guessed. "Come in" The moon princess stood at the edge of the door, refusing to step inside. As expected, Hera was surrounded by scholars, papers—lots of them, ink bottles and quills. Shiny boxes on her side also caught her eye. Clio, Artemis and Athea were also included with the group of scholars. Why was Hera going so overboard for a daughter she resented? "You called?" Hera scoffed, shaking her head. "Hello to you too, Talia. Please come in."

What more did she want from me? My father, Brian Larson, sat by the side of the bed and sighed. "We spoiled her too much. I knew we shouldn't have kept her from the beginning. The fortune teller said that only Summer would bring us luck and that Sienna would only cause us misfortunes. If we had abandoned or killed her when she was born, things would've been much easier. My father's expression was so murderous that I truly believed that if I were there next to him, he would have choked me to death.

She stepped inside, panting in the cold. The fire was waiting. Not flame as mortals knew it, but spirit—burning at the heart of the ruin, coiled in golden light. “Elara Sterling,” it murmured, voice like embers crackling. “Daughter of Robin. Daughter of ash.” she dropped to her knees with a pounding heart. “Why do you call me here?” "Because you are not just a child of man." The fire swirled, creating shadows that moved like warriors. “You are heir to more than Sterling blood. You are heir to the forgotten throne. Heir of the goddess cast aside.”

I hate her too. She was too confident, like she could have anything. Maybe because she was the daughter of one of the Eta. The Eta are the warriors of the pack. They are led by the Zeta or the Epsilon during skirmishes and wars. Although they will take orders from the Alpha or other higher ranks if given, the Alpha is above all of them. That means my father was the highest of them all. So I am not afraid of her. "What do you want this time?"