Hercules Cupid Novels & Stories

I doubted it was from the man straddling me until he spoke again, “You’ve made me wait for hundreds of years; you must be punished.” My jaw dropped. It was him. “Y-Yeah?” was all I could say, slowly beginning to believe I was dreaming and thought this could be a better storyline I must remember when I woke up. I kept my vision focused on his gorgeous face, but my eyelids grew heavy, and my head throbbed. “You must bear my heir now. Be my Luna, and save the pack before the second…” the rest of his words became a distant whisper as my mind instinctively succumbed to oblivion. I whimpered as I reminded myself to remember this dream.

"She looks like she is destined for greatness." The goddess wore a long white tunic, but it was woven of gauzy stuff dyed with the colors of the sunset. It was Aphrodite, the goddess of love and beauty and desire. Persephone could smell her rosy perfume in her lungs and she almost felt enchanted by it. Though her eyes were dazzled by Aphrodite's peerless beauty, she could almost see the look of subtle envy in the goddess' smile. Then she was greeted by Hermes - the messenger of the gods, lord of thieves and travelers, master who could move freely between the worlds of the mortal and divine. He kissed her swiftly on the cheek, causing her face to form a maiden's blush.

Even Dionysus appeared, though he arrived not with wine but with casks of sparkling cider made from apples grown in mortal orchards, saying that this was a day for clear heads and open hearts. Hera approached Lysander as he stood beside his finished painting, speaking with a group of mortal artists who had come to see his work and hear about the plans for the school. She moved with the quiet dignity that had defined her for millennia, but there was a softness in her eyes that few had seen in recent centuries. Placing a gentle hand on his shoulder, she drew his attention from the conversation, and he turned to find tears glistening in her dark eyes like dewdrops on midnight flowers.

His eyes focused on me and he checked me out with curiosity. “Who the f*ck are you?” I gave him a scornful look. If Zephyrus wasn’t here, I would have throttled him already. “I am Hera’s fated mate. If you wish to live, surrender her to us. Else we’re ready for war!” He glared at me for a split second as my words registered in his head. Then, strangely, instead of reciprocating my feelings, he mocked me.

Hera replied. "Alright then. If you need anything, don't hesitate to call me. And no saying no or feeling guilty. Just forget about all that," Jessy said with a smile. Hera laughed, "Okay, I'm off. I have a lunch appointment with a friend. See you later." "A friend or *a friend*?" Jessy teased. "Oh, come on. He's an old school friend, and I've mentioned him to you before," Hera explained. "Alright, alright. But you never know when Cupid might show up," Jessy teased again, causing Hera to smile playfully as she left.

"May I?" Paris nodded, his eyes trailing every move Marcos' fingers made as they took off the buttons of his shirt, his neck tilting to the side, revealing the tattoo on it, his fingers now brushing the one on his chest. "Caduceus. The symbol of Hermes," It was a sword, with two snakes entangled on it. One that he had gotten after the ones on his back. "And you?" Paris wrapped his hand around the other male's neck, his thumb brushing the one there. "Eros's."

Hera let go of the camera in her hand and let it hang around her neck, then she used her hands to make Cyril turn his gaze to the guy she’s been staring at since earlier. As if a magnet, even the best friend was mesmerized by the attractiveness of the stranger. “Who is that?” Hera asked. “You’re really asking me that question?” he returned a question to her with a disappointed face. “I want to talk to him,” Hera said. “Can you come with me?”

I informed her, bringing the cop of tea to my lips. "Well, Aphrod-" she stopped abruptly and I looked up, wondering why until I saw her eyes fixated on the daffodil, "what is that?" she asked me as she took it from my pillow. "It is a daffodil, Lydia." She frowned, shaking her head, "I know what it is. Where did you get it? Our gardens do not have daffodils." I nodded, "a young gentleman gave it to me," I told her honestly, and a smile grew on my face as I thought of the lad, "his name is Sebastien Harrington," I further informed.

The cottage seemed to be the same distance away as it was when she had begun walking but when she turned to look back the way she had come, she was shocked to find the palace looked quite small. ‘How did that happen?’ She thought, looking back to the cottage. Instead of questioning it, she foolishly resumed walking toward it, Her mind was completely blank; all she knew was that she had to reach that cottage. Cupid watched the beautiful little hybrid continue her walk toward the magic cottage, a slight frown marring his handsome features. He was Eros’s twin brother, the younger twin by precisely thirty-seven minutes, and those brief few minutes made all the difference. Eros was the confident,

She fall with her eyes filled with fear. Hercules also finishes off Bradley after seeing him trying to escape. While he gaspes for air with the knife in his chest, Audrey approached him. "Help Me, Audrey." He muttered, trying to reach for her. "I trusted you so much and couldn't even realize you were an enemy. How dare you approach me but stab me in the back like that!? But it's okay -- I forgive you cause because of what you did, I was able to be recognized as Hercules's True Mate. You helped me, now I'll help you too by making your death super easy." With that, Audrey removed the knife and watched as blood ooze from his chest till he couldn't breath any longer.