Kanan And Hera Novels & Stories

That alone is enough to let Auntie Charlie deflect them with her shield without getting scorched. Then—another goddess appears beside us. It’s hard to look at her, not because she’s frightening, but because she changes. One moment a young woman in blue. Then a pregnant mother in red. Then an old woman cloaked in black. Hecate. “We’ll handle Alecto,” Hecate says, gesturing to the insectile one. “You all take Megaera.” She nods toward the others sprinting across the bridge—Meredith, Gael, Hakeem. Nora, Edward, Jareth climbing the stairs. Citra, Michael, Jaiden exiting the tunnel. And behind them—Isaac, Lacy, Odysseus.

“Do you not trust us enough to say things we should know? Even just a small word that you are alive was enough. We won’t be in that pain if not for you faking your death… Kianna…” She was right. It was so simple to tell them I am not dead and yet... I... Shaking her head while glaring at me, she is surely mad. Between her and Patrish, I am very close with Patrish. And patrish is very close with Hera. I can’t even say if Hera and I would be on good terms if not for patrish being our mediator. But still… Hera is my friend. She is someone I admire so much. She is strong. She is so capable of many things. She is a fighter… someone with courage.

“Longer, miss. I’ve worked here as his housekeeper for the last five years. I’ll get you water!” “Oh, what’s your name?” I asked, liking her chatty nature. I could make friends with her and get to know a lot about my captor! “Stella Hawkes! I know you’re Hermione Averoff!” I gasped at the way she pronounced my full name. I hated it. “Please call me Hera. I hate my full name!” “Why? It’s so exotic, a symbol of intelligence in our era! Hermione was the daughter of the Greek messenger God, Hermes. I’m sure you know that already!”

"No, but I know Marcus is here. I just met him a few days ago. I presume you know him, right?" In response, Anton nodded while lowering his head once more as if hiding something. She asked Anton once more, gradually losing her patience, "Sir Anton, what do you really want to say?" She nevertheless made an effort to smile in front of the elderly man. Anton exhaled deeply. Althaia smiled as he finally started talking. Althaia's previously bright expression darkened upon hearing Anton's revelations. She clenched her fist and felt her muscles with rage. Hera is now in Duncan Mills, according to Anton, and she is looking for Calista to convince her to depose her as their tribe's queen. She couldn

"I'm up, I'm up! Oh, you're still here?" Hera and Zeus were going around the table, taking bets as to who would give first. Kalira and Fatia always butted heads. Persephone, Apollo, Hades, Ares and Artemis took Kali's side. Hecate, Demeter, Hermes, Chronos and Helios took Fatia's side. Narcissus was too busy making kissy faces in a mirror to care, but that was Narcissus. In the end, Kali's side got richer.

“How much do you know about the relic, Serena?” “I know that it’s about a thousand years old. It’s a statue of the goddess Sirona, an ancient Celtic goddess of healing. And that’s all I know. Oh, and I look like her. Whoopie for me! Wait a minute. I look like her. She’s the Goddess of Healing, but she’s a statue, and I’m real. Son of a bitch!” Serena shot up from her seat, her hands flying to her gaping mouth. “Raphael, don’t you see? It finally makes sense! He thinks I’m her!” She paced the floor and stopped cold, looking Raphael square in the eyes.

He still remembered the woman's cold dead face vividly, those cold eyes still haunted him even now. If the visions were turning out to be true, did it mean this woman before him would die by his hands? No. There was no way he could possibly kill her, he had to bevmistaken about everything, the only plausible explanation was that it was all a mere coincidence. And Herak? Herak and Zeralph were regarded as the first creatures borne from the stars. They were gods . Respectively regarded as the lord of darkness and the lord of day, Both worshipped predominantly in most areas in the seven seas.

she says almost pleading as she kneels down and holds my hands. “What do you mean? Look here, lady, I don't even know who you are. You keep calling me Hera but my name is Carla and I am not a warrior, I am an Omega.” “Enough! Enough of belittling yourself! It seems that you really don't remember, so I will help you. But this is the last time I will be helping you.” she puts her two fingers on my forehead. “Farewell, 'till you find your way to me again!”

I hummed, asking my wolf. "Exactly. Her father might have been trying to transfer more of his abilities to her but failed. She had Orkan faintly present in her blood. Orkan is a rare plant used in conducting certain sacred rituals and performing healing. It's not something to use anyhow, and I haven't used my wolf's eye on her wolf; she's frail." Hera sniffed the air, resting her head on her paws. "What do you mean?" I asked because, knowing Hera, she was driving at something.

Both of their faces adorned with fake smiles. For Hera to be the goddess of marriage, hers never seemed to be going well at all. Lukas shook his head at that. He stood next to the fountain, a soft blue drink in his hand when his eyes fell on her. *** To read exclusive bonus chapters of your favourite characters follow me on Patreon: San2045 *** Facebook: The Scripturient (Join “San_2045 squad”, a private group on Facebook to be the first one to know everything!) Instagram: San_2045