Megara Hercules Novelas e Histórias

“Is something the matter, Hera?” Hera slowly turned her head toward Perry, and she had to blink quite a lot of times to not be mesmerized by the glow in her irises. Her left one being milky-white was stained by a murky shadow that was shaped into pea-size flame, dancing in the moonlight; the right, meanwhile, had its purple splashed with a crimson glint, circling and outlining its shape, never-ending.

I nodded shyly as if I agreed with what he had said. He stared at me for a moment and sighed. He lowered the goblet containing an expensive wine that could be equivalent to one month's supply of our food at home. "It's okay if you want to keep your identity. Your name here is Magda? It's cool anyway." he complimented. "You know what, Magda, you have the vibe of a person I've been searching for for so long." he shared. I gulped after hearing it. Is he talking about the person he's been searching for for so long is... me?

Hera was in pure ecstasy. While my mouth worked her bossom, my hands played her wet spot between her thighs. She was screaming with pleasure and so, I switched my positions. My hands worked the bossom and my mouth her wet spot. Hera screamed for the heavens to hear as she was being blessed by my tongue magick.

derora growled as she produced, he blade, she was not taking any chances with this new foe, "Destroy herega" it said, And the flames blew all around derora as she saw a figure, no an animal, a bird, black and burning in the red flames, eyes as dark as a moonless night, the power brought derora to her knees. It radiated anger, blood lust, revenge, and most of all freedom. Derora could feel its presence drawing nearer as it pushed the aura of herega away and in the process killing her, the power of herega was what made derora a demigod and without it she would be nothing.

Dark Snake, also known as Ameira. At the age of nine, A is already a very dangerous threat to human life. Other children also hate her very much because she has almost everyone's attention. Other scientists also wanted to kill her. Depending on their perspective, she may either be an obstacle to the plans they have prepared or an opponent they might face in the future. Five of the children with Ameira also suffer from the same condition. There are strange acts and illusions, there is also a killer. Although they have different illnesses, there is no denying that they bring fear to people.

“Umm, great. Sorry, who’re you?” “Oh, my names Megandra! I’m a herbalist! Kind of like a trainee. Magic doesn’t run in my blood, so I’m learning about the herbal side of things so I can be a healer” she smiled and scratched the tiger on the head. “This is Hank. He’s a sweetie.” “Nice to meet you both” she smiled. “This is Alpha Finn.” “Oh, I know!” Megandra smiled wider. “We’ve been expecting you both!”

It seemed Hercules was a lover of black, the only part of him not black was his skin which was a rich golden hue, and his eyes were a brilliant amber color with flecks of gold that flashed as he watched them approach. I felt an instinctive urge to curl my lips and snarl out a challenge to the other Alpha, he urges an alpha telling him he must be the biggest badass predator in the room and Hercules was a serious threat to his supremacy. I stomped down hard on those urges, I was not a young, budding, and unruly alpha jockeying for position. Nothing like the foolish Colin and his ilk. I was the next Alpha King and while I might be slightly smaller than Hercules, I was not weaker.

Then—bam—a figure blinks into existence in front of us. Tall. Over six feet. Golden curls spilling from a winged helmet. Winged sandals. A short toga. His skin glows despite the bruises and the blood running down his limbs. Ichor. The blood of the gods. He collapses to his knees, clutching his side. Hermes. “Fuck!” Dad shouts. “Oh shit!” Alex and I yell in unison. Aunt Charlie gives a startled grunt. “A little help?” Hermes rasps. We’re already moving.

Megara whispered between clenched teeth, the napping was turning to ash in her palms. Megara wasn't a sin-eater like me, we'd all received a gift from our accursed bloodline. Yulia could enchant items for protection, Mina sometimes was burdened with visions of the future, Megara had an innate sense for fire, and Lilianna could commune with the dead —which often led to her drug use. Sometimes it was useful for the job, but most of the time, it came with its own severe drawbacks. Like how Megara couldn't get angry or scared. Not unless we wanted another fire on our hands.

Megan pulled back the curtains to let the sunlight flood in. “It’s late. I should check on Myra,” Hera fibbed. “I can handle that, my lady. You look like you need to stay in bed.” “No! I mean no.” Hera threw off the covers and tried to get up, but her stomach twisted painfully. She dashed to the pot across the room and heaved. Once she was done, Megan handed her a towel and took the pot away. As Megan exited, Hera called out, “Have Lilian check on her daughter. You wouldn’t want to catch this.”