Hercules Eighth Labor Novels & Stories

Because I don’t care how many times you go through labor—there’s always fear. And on top of everything, there’s still the prophecy. Lucifer is back, and I still haven’t told my mom. “Where are they?” I pant as the contraction eases. Hermes is quiet for a second. “On the road. About two turns from the hospital.” I nod, lean back against the pillows, and breathe. A cool cloth wipes sweat from my skin, and I smile with my eyes closed. “Thanks, love.” “You don’t have to thank me, asteráki mu,” he says gently. “You’ve got hard work ahead. I’ll do anything I can to ease it.”

Zaine, George, Luca, Abernathy and Torrin are marginally less taken aback by what I have to say, but still, it’s a lot to take in. By the time I have finished explaining how Sophia’s wolf is actually Alcmene, the mother of Heracles, who was conceived when Zeus came to her bed disguised as her husband, and that Zaine’s wolf is Alcmene’s husband, Amphitryon, there are a lot of puzzled faces in the room.

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.

"You're strong, and you don't have to prove anything to anyone, not even your father who is dead." Hercules clung to Lilian, his body trembling as he allowed himself to be vulnerable in front of her. "But I've always tried to live up to his expectations, to be as strong as he is," he admitted, his voice filled with sadness and frustration. "You don't need to prove anything to him because he is dead, Hercules!" Lilian said but the door pulled open showing the witch. She walked towards Hercules before placing her hands on his head. The witch's touch sent a sudden surge of energy through Hercules, and he felt a strange sensation washing over him. It was as if a weight had been lifted off his sh

They explained that Hera had ordered them to wake Lisa up two hours earlier than planned to commence their work for the ceremony. Lisa sighed inwardly, understanding that Hera's intentions were clear: to assert dominance and test her limits. With a resigned nod, she acknowledged the maids' message and readied herself for the day ahead. Deep down, a flicker of determination burned within her, refusing to be extinguished by Hera's attempts to undermine her.

Lucius, his eyes ablaze with a fierce determination, unleashed potent spells that shattered the defensive formations of Deucalion's forces. Seraphina and Hyperion fought alongside them, their powers blending seamlessly. The convergence of their abilities became a force that swept through the opposition, leaving chaos in its wake. The soldiers who once stood firm against the impending assault now found themselves faltering under the onslaught. As Rey and her closest allies carved a path toward the convergence site, Deucalion, recognizing the imminent threat, bellowed orders. "Jade, begin the ritual! We must not falter now." Jade, with a malevolent gleam in her eyes, grabbed the prince who was

I huff throwing my hands in the air. "But you're the Luna of the pack.People already loves you here."He says. "Where is Hercules.I haven't seen him for hours. He never leaves my sight.Don't tell me you put him in the celler."I ask him still wondering where has Hercules disappeared. "He is doing a task I gave him.Don't worry he is not gone anywhere neither I locked him in the prison..if he couldn't break it."He emphasizes the last words. I remain silent.He is right, no prison can lock Hercules.