Novel & Cerita Hercules 3rd Labor

Hercules was in number ninety and he could literally see all the marks from the whip and knew that they would forever be scars in her body. For Audrey, her eyes were beginning to close, but she still held on steadfast, thinking of her the life that she had promised to live, when she became Luna. The moment the last lash of the whip touched her skin, Audrey fell to the ground and simultaneously, the rain began to pour. The thunderstorm was so heavy that it caused everyone to head back to their hut, leaving only Hercules and his pack warriors behind. "Get the pack doctor now!"He ordered as he rushed over to Audrey, who was lying lifeless on the ground. He couldn't allow his pack warriors to se

So, Olympus had wondered for the longest time – before these events and even more so now that these things had happened – who the strongest among the new age gods was. Was it Heracles, the son of Olympus who had made barged into the holy land with his talent alone? He who had a mortal mother and nothing exceptional to himself, but his face had braved every obstacle to appear before Zeus, claiming that he was the God King’s son. In a bid to ascertain his credentials and blood, Zeus had given him 12 Labours and sent him on his way, believing that the young boy who understood not the immensities of Olympus nor the politics that governed the sacred land, would die before reaching his 3rd Labour.

The room fell silent as everyone was waiting to hear what the two men would have to do this time. "We have a special treat for you this time. Since my bride to be is the new oracle. I would like to give a nod to the proud oracle heritage. It is said that after Hercules went mad and killed his two sons, he went to the oracle and asked what he could do to atone for his wrong doings. She sent him to his cousin King Eurystheus, where the king would set him 12 impossible tasks. Now, my friends, we do not have time for these men to complete all twelve. I would like to have my honeymoon sometime this year." The King said waggling his eyebrows, and looking back at Amaris. The vampires let ou

Hercules said, and he hit him on the arm and moved away. “Wait till I get you,” Zen said while trying to retaliate, but he missed. That attracted a round of laughter from Hercules. And that was how they ran around my office like little children. And there I was writing a memo to the court of the werewolves. I was telling them that if they were to see any night crawlers, they should be killed immediately. One of them came last night and began to fight, and I tore him apart. Yesterday was a full moon. The others came in the morning, and we took them prisoners, but Zeus, their leader, escaped.

I then run my hand down Lucero’s neck to her face as she turns to look at me. “It is time, Aolis. We will prevail.” She says to me. I look at her, then up at Lily. “I know you are strong, I know you were meant to end this war, but you are my mate, and I can’t help but worry about you. Please be safe today.” I watch as Hera pushes forward, a golden glow in Lily’s normally blue eyes, and now there is a silver rim that outlines Hera’s gold. “We will.” She says, but it isn’t just Lily’s voice, or even Lily and Hera’s voice. It’s all three of them, Lily, Hera and Lucero. The silver rim must be Lucero’s.

Hermes asked breathlessly as he warily looked around. No one answered him. The footsteps suddenly began getting loud and fast as if the creature was running towards them. The three gods almost glued their backs on Eleena who is now shaking in fear. She hadn’t moved on yet about what she learned and the attack of the minotaur yet here is another one again. Artemis positioned his bow and pointed it everywhere as the creature might pop out from somewhere. Apollo drew his sword and held it tightly while Hermes just stood as he watched the surroundings. He’s ready to fight the creature with his bare hands.

1 WEEK LATER HUNJI “Congratulations again your highness, I looked forward to returning and meeting the three of them.” I ended the call with Lamia. I was still trying to wrap my head around the fact the young Queen had given birth to triplets and was thankful the little girl had survived.

"You don't remember the three of us?" She stared around at the three of them, looking for any features she recognized, but there were none. Zion was the largest of the three, and the most fearsome looking with his tattoos and muscled body, but the other two were not small either. The quiet one only looked at her with indifference, though he had a handsome face, she thought as she stared at him. Gunther gave her a weak smile, but she could tell his heart was not in it. Clearly, he wore his heart on his sleeve, making her wonder if he was as annoying as he seemed. When she averted her gaze to the sparks of the fire, she went over what she knew. These three knew her, and she was very important

Melanie's eyes flashed with anger, and suddenly she clutched her stomach while exclaiming, "My stomach... Is the baby coming?!" Henry's face twisted in sudden panic, and he swept Melanie into his arms, bolting for the door. As he rushed by, Melanie's hand shot out, gripping my arm with a fierce tug. I stumbled, crashing to the ground as Wren's gasp echoed in my ears. Pain washed over me, turning my face ghostly pale. Wren, shaking, lifted me up, her voice breaking as she called for a doctor. Through the blur, I caught Henry hesitating for a split second, but then, he was gone, not once looking back.

The third warrior nodded and said," I have noticed that this man comes alone now a days. Next time when he comes, we can grab him by his foot, drag him towards us and then attack him. What say?" At this moment, they heard a voice," What if he is carrying a weapon? What would you do them?" It was Zieve's voice. He couldn't hold back and thought this was the right time to join them. All of them jumped in surprise by this sudden voice. The second warrior threatened him and asked," Who are you? Were you pretending to be unconscious and secretly listening to our conversation?" Zieve replied in a cold voice," I am the Miracle you were praying for." Zieve's answer surprised them and none of them sp