Hercules Eighth Labor Novels & Stories

Then, Hercules' face put on a playful look as if Lucas would be so scared to a point where he would pee himself when he heard of the arrival of the fifth elder of Lane family. "The usual weaklings," said Lucas slowly. 'What?!!' Hercules and the tens of Surpassers which he brought along with were all astonished. Never would they expect Lucas to blurt out such a comment. "You… how dare you say such a thing to the Fifth Elder of our Lane family?!" Hercules barked. Lucas smiled casually. "Fifth Elder my *ss. He's just a pitifully weak weakling." The fifth elder, Herman, was smiling instead of getting angry and snorted coldly a few times.

Hercules knew that minotaurs were very strong and loyal. More importantly, they would not enter the secular world for no reason. They were a mysterious existence, indeed. It would be great to turn them into human puppets. Hercules had developed his own thoughts. He was no longer the mindless puppet he used to be. However, since human puppets could only remain loyal, he could not do anything except serve the Spade family wholeheartedly. Philip noticed Hercules’ reaction. He had been paying attention to him since he knew that Hercules was a human puppet. Similarly, he had to put on an act with Maven if he wanted to get rid of the Spade family.

They often would try to pair her with Vulcan despite knowing that he was in love with Roula. The last one in their group was hardly ever with them. When he could, he would be off pranking anyone that he could. He was a leaner version of Apollo and seemingly in his shadow as well. Merc Moon was pretty fast. Only the other gods would be able to see him when he was running about. It was as if he was the wind. Hermes would often get a glaring look from Jupiter. He wanted to make sure they didn’t call unnecessary attention to themselves.

She'd used a labor-inducing drug, just to give birth at the same time as me. The exact same script as last time. But this time, I knew what was in her belly. "Healer Hermes!" I cried out weakly. "Help my sister first!" "Do not worry, Your Highness!" Hermes moved swiftly between the two beds. "I can attend to you both!" The pain came in waves. I bit down hard and pushed. I could feel the powerful force inside me fighting to get out. "I see the head! Push again!" Hermes yelled. I took a deep breath and gave it everything I had.

The vault door slammed shut, locking us in with the Oracle, the King, and the Gears of the First Luna. "The Eighth Cycle was a circle," Jackson said, stepping toward me. "The Ninth was a point. But the Tenth... the Tenth is a mirror. And I'm going to break you inside it."

He had no idea, but he found himself saying, "I can fight." She nodded, finally looking away from him. "Good." They all began talking as soon as she turned away from him, Leonidas learning their names in quick succession. Hercules, he was a Zeus Familia and from the way he spoke, a High Family. The girl on him, Aellai, Artemis, he was not sure what she was or not. Then on another log entirely, two other people, Odysseus, a Poseidon Familia and Dido, an Athena Familia.

Then Thomas saw it. Blue threads connected every cage. Destroying one incorrectly would destroy them all. God. No. Fair. Absolutely not. Reasonable honestly. Then Selene cursed. Then: "So we can't brute-force it." Then Darius lowered his hammer. Disappointed. Honestly? Fair. Very fair. Reasonable honestly. Then Eryx stepped forward. His silver eyes studying the glowing barriers. Then: "This isn't a rescue mission." Silence. Then: "It's a puzzle." The Eighth Heir pointed toward the center fountain.

Hercules interrupted. "No, not that; I just explained to you, Herc, that there are rules, and if anyone crosses the line, there will be consequences. You remember last season when the elders had a deadly disease?” "Yes, they all died, and their children became elders,” he said. “They tampered with some rules," I said. “So what did the moon goddess do?” he asked. “She managed to put a wall between the volcanoes and those witches, then she made the day shorter." He cut me short.

“Did you succeed? Is he finally dead?” Bacchus looks straight into Hercules and calmly answers, “We failed. And we will accept whatever punishment you will give us.” Before Hercules can react, Apollo laughs and taunts Bacchus. “I KNEW IT! SEE, BOSS? BACCHUS AND HIS MINIONS ARE USELESS!!” Apollo shouts. Bacchus boringly looks at him and say, “And what have you done? I heard Black Dragon’s sisters escaped from your grasp. You are no match even to little girls, huh?”

“The last time I checked, you’re ready to kill me. So, I can do the same, right?” “No… kill me, kill me. Don’t torture me.” Hercules’s body had quivered. His forehead had kissed the dirty ground. He didn’t care. He was too terrified to pay attention to anything. Hermes followed suit. Copied his action exactly the same. “Weird… so weird… on earth, during our institution day, y’all constantly conspire against me. Give me so little rest. The scars on my body are the evidence of y’all doing, though. You reap what you sow. Don’t you know?”