Novel & Cerita Mark Of Athena Audiobook

held her hand. When my eyes met her innocent jade ones, I saw the pain beside them, then I decided to take her with me. Fight tooth and nail if I had to. A lot of things happened, but I’m happy that right now, I’m with her. I inhale her divine scent once more and it does wonders to my brain. It reminds me of the saffron flowers back in Athens, only so much better. After so many years of searching and giving up, the Goddess finally unites us. “So this is how the mate bond pull feels like?” I reason, brushing her scarlet hair to the side. “No one’s going to hurt you ever again!” I continue to watch her sleep for another hour before I hear the elevator door open. I leave Varga, my pet lion,

Travis still looked uncomfortable as those around the room stared at him. Not knowing what to say to this revelation, Marcia decided to look at the group and continue. "Athena’s strength might explain my healing, but it does not explain your reaction to this.” With those words, she turned her body, pulling her hair to the side to reveal her new mark. While those who had been in the room previously had seen the mark, the doctor gasped at the sight, moving closer as if he could not believe what he was seeing. Travis wordlessly slid to the floor, on one knee, he crossed his hand over his heart, and lowered his head.

(The tattoo can be seen on the start of this chapter, btw that tattoo was my sketched by me uwu) "Get out of here, now!" The man yelled, I immediately dragged that granny out of there carefully. I didn't saw that man ever again. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Present Athena's pov I was on my way to the hospital. Aun- aargghh mumma, mumma gave me an old shabby book on my 23rd bday and told me to go through it. Its pages weren't milky white like any other books, instead it was coffee stained type pages. A little thicker and rougher than the other ones.

she whispered faintly. After hearing the door close again, Athena slowly opened her eyes. She accidentally knocked over a glass of water beside her and then glanced at her heavily bandaged right hand. "One day, I’ll regain full use of my hand! I refuse to stay crippled because of my husband’s evil schemes!" she muttered as she struggled to sit up. Despite the sharp pain coursing through her injured body, Athena’s determination remained steadfast. She had to leave the hospital before Leon and Edward returned, especially since they were planning to silence her forever.

I pushed a lock of caramel brown hair away from her eyes with a shaky finger and she nodded meekly, too weak to say anything. ****** Athena's POV I entered my room, still feeling the tingling sensation from where Luciano had touched me. His touch was like an electric current, sending waves of pleasure through my body. I couldn't forget the longing look in his deep coffee brown eyes, reflecting the desire I felt within me. It made my cheeks flush a delicate pink, warmth spreading up my face and neck. The way he kissed me, with such intensity, stealing my breath away. And then, when he asked me to stay in that soft, sweet voice of his, like an angel serenading on Karaoke night, I almost melted

Athena's heart raced, her mind calculating every gesture, every word that might tip the scales in her favor. "Tell me, Athena," Luka said, his voice a low rumble, "why should I believe you now? Why should I trust that you won't turn on us the moment you have the chance?" Amidst the shadows that cloaked the ancient castle's dimly lit chamber, Athena's heart raced. She stood before Luka, a man who had unwittingly become both her captor and the key to her vengeance. Her eyes bore the weight of determination, her voice measured and steady, as she wove a tale of deceit and cunning.

Something that had been so fucking perfect and beautiful last night turned out to potentially put her in harm’s way. “Stop,” he said, raising his hand and pinning us with a hard look. “You gave my sister something to hold onto until we can rescue her. You gave her yourselves, your marks, and hope. That needs to be you focus regarding your marks. She and Athena are strong as fuck. Their strength also increased because of those marks, since that’s how marking works. Think of it like that.” Thank the Goddess for Denny right now. He knew exactly what to say to give us a different perspective while also giving us hope along with it.

I lay weakly on the floor of my office; the mural above gradually blurred before my eyes, and I closed them. Upon reopening my eyes, I found myself in a world of chaos. Numerous shimmering masses of light floated around me, and at the edge of my vision, I discerned a glowing figure. Drawing nearer, I realized it resembled a humanoid. Countless balls of light emanated from her body, and inexplicably, I felt a strange familiarity whenever I looked at her. "Caitlyn!" Finally, a renewed connection between Caitlyn and me. Through the mark I left on her body, I could feel the torment she was enduring. She struggled in an empty space, eyes tightly shut, while waves of sadness, grief, and pain engul

My hair was a deeper shade of red, and the length was now at my waist, and my neck… My hand touched the place where a mark was… I stepped closer to the mirror, taking a better look at the mark. It looked a lot like…‘Bite marks.’I jumped when I heard the voice inside me again. “Who are you?” I asked out loud, glancing everywhere. “And why can I fucking hear you in my head?” ‘Call me Athena.’ The voice said. ‘I am your wolf.’I frowned. My wolf? Alpha Dale did mention that he freed her, but was I supposed to be hearing her in my head? Was this how this worked? “Athena.” I said out loud, tasting her name on my tongue. “Nice name. I’m Amber.”

Athena Power never settles guys just marry me quietly. It prowls. It tests. It waits for weakness. The morning after the claiming feels wrong not peaceful, not victorious. The land hums too loudly beneath my feet, the air charged with something sharp and restless. Wolves pace the perimeter. Razorbacks keep their engines running even while standing still, hands never straying far from weapons. They don’t trust the silence. Neither do I. The completed mark at my throat no longer burns. Instead, it pulses steady, alive like a second heartbeat. Every emotion I feel ripples outward. Every shift in the land answers me in return.