Iliad Novels & Stories

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My body tenses slightly as someone appears to my right. Lifting my gaze, my eyes are assaulted with the sight of Levi battling what appears to be Ares, the God of War. Ares’ long golden spear slashes at Levi repeatedly, his hits clanging against a sword made of shadows that I have never seen Levi wield before. Every bang of their weapons hitting together causes my body to jump as I watch their duel with intense eyes.

He was happy, nonetheless. “Will you stay?” he held her arm, begging silently with his eyes. Those green eyes that reflected the light of the forest were dim now like the autumn leaves after the first frost. She obeyed, giving in. Perhaps in some other lifetime, she would’ve refused him, screamed at him, asking to face his battles alone, but somehow in this one, she couldn’t. Despite the war between her mind and heart, she wanted to follow him. She wanted to follow him like Patroclus followed Achilles to Troy, and everyone knows how that story ended.

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.

My Dearest Saea, Do not mistake this letter’s brevity for a lack of feeling. Every moment I’m not fighting, I’m thinking of you. I have fought alongside Androkles, and though we are holding our own, our victories are not the end. This battle is a long and bloody struggle. Don’t wait for me; live your life. With every breath I take, I fight to return to you. That is my promise. All my love, Hypatos

He is too impatient a man, too intoxicated with power, too conceited. He does not seek a higher purpose than taking over the whole world, he does not give his life greater meaning than writing his name amongst the heroes of yesteryear. He compares himself to Achilles and it is ironic. The mythical demigod fell because of a weak heel, the Macedonian warrior will fall because of his own mortality.

Permanently embedded in their succession structure. Demi sat down on the edge of the reading table. "Did Caspian know about this section?" "I don't know." "Did Lysander." "I don't know." "Does anyone " "I don't know." Nora closed the volume carefully. Set her hands flat on the cover. "The transliteration that's in general use stops at the second clause. This section is only in the original. Which means anyone working from the standard text wouldn't know it exists." She paused. "But anyone with access to the original would."

The head hazer along with his four scary generals were standing in the tent at the field. 45.. 46.. Noah felt his head spinning. He kept dragging his feet. 50.. 51.. He was feeling dizzy. His vision blurred. Dark spots were dancing in front of his eyes. He was sweating from top to toe. His feet were aching and burning with the blisters. 63..64.... Jasper could see the faint spots of blood wherever Noah left his footstep. His heart was aching too. But discipline is discipline. He could tolerate anything but misbehave.

321` When they both got down, they saw both parents sitting on opposite sides of the couch; they were not saying anything, but she could feel the tension in the air as both men stared at each other. Sge cleared her throat and their gazes on each other dropped. Both women turned to them. Levi sat down and Lila's eyes travelled through the room. She decided to stand because she did not want to sit beside Levi and that was the only sofa left in the living room.

Now I have a mate, a pack and so many people needing me. I hear my name being said just above a whisper and we all turn back to the three battered bodies, Bellona. Rushing over Bellona is still trying to move her broken and battered body. Harriet takes Samuel's hand, the little boy hasn’t spoken a single word and is gripping onto the little girl for dear life. Little Harriet stands looking at the bodies with a blank expression while the little boy has his eyes squeezed shut.