Hercules Fan Fiction Novels & Stories

Like a little angel. “Who knows—” Hercules began, but I held. Hey, bro!” Then I touched him to keep it down. He looked over at the bed and whistled. I dragged him out as we began laughing. “Come on, bro! She’s beautiful… Now I know you are not into guys, he said to Zen, and I began laughing. “Fuck you,” he said, laughing hard. I couldn’t believe it. "No, honestly, we all thought you were into guys. Even your junior Luke thinks so,” Hercules said, laughing.

and there was still no sign of Hercules. The gill on my mouth didn't make it any easier for me. My jaw was tired. Tears cascade down my cheeks. I have an image of Hercules in my mind. but I'm not admiring him like I usually do. I'm not thinking about kissing him or hugging him or loving him. I see him as nothing different than the puppet Masters who have controlled and made my life a living hell. He is the cat that the moon goddess has given to me as some sort of game.

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“Mary, Hercules!” The two kids came running to me and hugged me. “Is that Rafael?” Mary asked. “Huh?” “The one that drove you here, Mama.” Hercules added. “Oh.” I held their hands as we walk inside our house. “That’s Lucifer. He’s my friend.” “Lucifer? Is he your boyfriend, mama?” “Are we going to have a papa already?” Hercules asked, excitedly. “Huh? No. He’s just my friend. And I will ask him to go here tomorrow to meet you ^__^”

She was the only one I loved and the only one who loved me. Zephyrus revived Hera in the helicopter and she gazed at me with tears in her eyes. It took me all my willpower to stop myself from running after her. Freyr grew restless inside me, struggling to break free and howl in pain. The pain of separation was more excruciating than those inflicted by the Flame Hounds!

Ceres replied and when Hera made sure that her friend was far away from our earshot, she looked back at me with her raging eyes. "Let me go!" "You could've told her that someone is harassing you right now but you didn't, why? Do I make you feel good?" I said and leaned my face closer to her ear and breathed heavily, I felt her body shivered. "S-stop!" "Make me, stop me if you can." I challenged her for the second time and leaned back to see her face and my smirk fades away when I see her eyes glimmer in tears. "Oh shit, I–i'm s-sorry, I was just making f-fun of y-you, I'm r-really sorry." I said panicking and quickly let her go but that was a wrong decision when Hera scoffed before something

My eyes flew open and I was greeted by the sight of Hera, her body completely naked beside then As my eyes fluttered open, I realised that the softness I was snuggled against was Hera—and she was completely naked. What the hell? And when I looked at myself, I was also naked. Stark naked. Panic surged through me as flashes of last night flooded my mind—her skin against mine, the desperate kisses, the way she responded to me as I buried myself deep inside her. We fucked. No, we made love. I thought I’d been dreaming, that all of it was some fantasy where Rachel was still alive. But here was Hera, her body beside mine, and I couldn’t shake the feeling that something had gone horribly wrong.

Lucian teased. "ewww, Lu, can you just keep the details of you two's sexual escapade out of my hearing?" Hera said, rolling her eyes. Tys and Kimi laughed delightfully. "oh really, you didn't think about that when you and Tys were busy with your P.D.A some minutes ago" Lucian complained. Hera scoffed "just stop with the details, that's all I want" she said, rolling her eyes. "yeah, I caught you, admit it, Herr" Lucian said, laughing at her.

A few days ago "Father! Mercedes slips further through my fingers. And now there's a she-wolf in the pack which claims to be my mate." Glary sits before his father with a pained expression on his face. “I want Mercedes and no one else. I must have her. Please, father, help me!”. Startled, Alpha Ahri of Silver Moon listens to his son's determination.

Several months had passed since Androkles had returned from the chimera attack in Pella, the seasons having turned and the memory of the battle fading into a story told and retold in the taverns and training yards of Olympus. The atmosphere between Hypatos and me had settled into a familiar rhythm, a nightly dance of bickering and banter that the patrons had come to quietly expect. It had been our strange, unspoken language, a comfortable, if sometimes tense, routine.