Hercules Cupid の小説・ストーリー

It was selfish greed for power, passed down to one after another like an heirloom. Primitivo was the youngest prince of the O' Cleirigh Family of the Maharlikan Pack, the Ancient First Family in Agartha, and the only one remaining alive from the O' Cleirigh clan. Two decades ago, after his brother, the last of his family, died before his eyes, he began his search for his Luna.

"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.

" He had told me how he discovered my reality. Fever, withdrawal symptoms; they were similar to… Sebastian's! But he isn't a mermaid! That doesn't mean he can't be something else… He is fighting his phasing… Oh lord! Why? Unless he accepts it, he won't know. We won't know. I quietly crawled up to where he was crouched. He was still glancing around, enduring yet trying to fight off. This is it. Even if he harms me, which was probably possible, I have to help him. This must have happened because of the medicines he is given. I am pretty sure of that. The way my body fights it when it's been long, I know the pain it undergoes. Sucking in a deep breath, I kneeled in front of him and extended my

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.

Something that always made my stomach turn was that powerful, enticing smell that was distinctively tinged with something dark. My lips parted slightly to take in more of him, but I couldn't stop myself from involuntarily stiffening.In an attempt to calm the unexpected spark of hope that erupted in my chest, I swallowed and lifted my chin.He and his brothers had stood up for me.Now more than ever, he would do so in front of this... stranger. However, Ariel's face brightened as if she had just glimpsed the moon after a year of darkness before I could turn to meet him. She carelessly dropped the champagne flute she was holding onto the closest table and sprinted past me in a single blur."Ari"

"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?”

It was very lifelike, and when the reporters saw it, they began to take pictures excitedly. “Every person wants to be their partner one and only,” the Auction Master continued. “But how many relationships actually last? Typically, love fades, but that needn’t be so. Ancient Egyptians created Cupid’s Arrow for use by Pharaoh on his beloved concubines. The interesting thing about Cupid’s Arrow is that it has a built-in fail-safe. If, after taking it, you betray the person that you have committed yourself to, your heart will seize, and you will die.”