Mark Of Athena Prophecy Mga Nobela at Kwento

I should've expected this. I'm nothing. Nobody would believe the words of a worthless Omega. “Are you sure about what you're saying, Athena?” Alpha Ragnar asked, his voice void of warmth. “Yes!” I cried out, desperately. “I was there. I saw them. The twins were covered in blood. Her blood! They stood over her body. I ran. I ran but they — they,” My voice cracked. “They marked me.” Luna Mirabella let out a harsh laugh, shaking her head.

Eventually, she met Egon, the first man she loved and trusted, who ultimately betrayed and deceived her. Athena's eyes welled up with emotion as she couldn't help but recall the deception inflicted upon her by Egon and Tierney. Still reeling from the pain they caused, she was now faced with the sorrow of losing her father. "Ma'am Athena, here's your food. Ma'am Morgan said you should eat first," Manang Lucia said as she approached the veranda. Athena looked at the food brought by Manang Lucia and the woman smiled at her. "Ma'am Morgan is still busy assisting and taking care of other guests," she added.

The three were the top warriors of the pack and he held himself well enough to not beat them to death. He saw no remorse in their eyes as they were being chained inside the prison chambers. One of them in fact bragged to him arrogantly that he was able to mark the girl and he would die a hero’s death for what he had done. “The girl could not be marked that easily,” Clayton said stiffly. “Perhaps your alpha’s too ignorant to know the entire prophecy. Right now, the only thing she is feeling is the burning desire to mate to get rid of the sensation. But she’s not specifically looking for you.”

“She’s still not yours.” The tension snapped violently between them again. Icarra pulled away from both of them before the argument could escalate further. Her silver-marked eyes scanned the wolves surrounding her. Some knelt. Some stared. Some looked terrified. Cassian, the foreign Alpha with blue glowing eyes, watched her with dangerous fascination. The elder rogue finally lowered his gaze. “The mark has appeared,” he whispered. “Just like the prophecy said.” Icarra clenched her jaw. “Stop talking about me like I’m some ancient weapon.”

Morrigan's voice echoed within and around her. “I believe, moon goddess,” Athena whispered with conviction. With her eyes on the sceptre, her voice strengthened. “He is mine. Please, bring him back to me as you have willed it. My mate cannot die.” A blast surged within her, making her eyes burn brighter. The heightened whispers around her dulled as the force from her core flowed and merged with the pulsing orb. With one hand raised towards the moon, Athena focused on the man before her as she commanded, “The poison in this body, be gone!”

We had war. ‘It’s not your fault. Julio would’ve found out who you were even if Josef never found you. He still would’ve found out about the prophecy. Here’s the thing about prophecies, they foretell absolutes. You were chosen centuries ago to complete your role in it. Seers sometimes see a prophecy as Fate’s way to make paths cross. I’ll let you in on a secret. Julio was approached by a seer and told about your prophecy. I believe it was to cross your path with Julio’s so that you can stop him and rid the world of his evil,’ Athena told me. Hmm. I had not even considered that. It did make sense though. I took a deep breath and told Athena how amazing she was. I was so damn lucky to have her

Azrael The moment I mentioned the mark, Athena quickly grabbed her hair from my hand and pulled it forward to cover the side of her neck. “It isn’t a mating mark,” she said immediately. I frowned, I knew exactly what I saw. It looked healed already, faded slightly with time, but it was still recognizable. I had seen mating marks before. There was no way I could mistake it for something else. “I know what a mating mark looks like, Athena,” I said slowly, studying her face carefully. “You never mentioned being mated already.”

A circular sigil framed by olive leaves and ancient runes, with an owl perched atop a spear pointed downward, its wings wrapped protectively around the circle. A symbol of wisdom. Of war. Of unwavering possession. It pulsed faintly, like it lived beneath her skin. The mark of Athena. The goddess had claimed her. It wasn’t just a dream. Aria touched it lightly, fingers trembling as they brushed the still - tender skin. She remembered the bite — the flash of pain, the flood of heat, the overwhelming need that followed. Her thighs squeezed together involuntarily at the memory, and she had to shut her eyes and count to ten.

Now, as Queen, royal maids would attend to Mariah's needs, but Elena was content to have served her, even if only briefly. “What is this?” Athena said, reaching into her robe to bring out the glowing stone again. However, it was glowing in two different colors. Athena frowned, wondering what it meant. When she finally did, the stone fell out of her hand and landed on the floor. “Elder Athena,” Vasilios rushed to her, the commotion drawing everyone’s attention. Athena glanced at Alaric with tear-filled eyes, “Forget the ceremony, Alaric, quickly, mark her. Mark her immediately.”