Menelaus Novels & Stories

, the old man said, staring back at Manuel with the same cockiness. The man was Councillor Calhoun. He had been on the council since he was a young man at about twenty years of age. He had held his seat for years, watching many Alpha King's ascend and fall. His voice was the strongest in the entire council. Manuel shot an eyebrow up at him questioningly. I too watched with curiosity. It was strange that the council had asked for a meeting out of nowhere and I was eager to know what was going on. “Vincenzo is dead”, Calhoun announced.

We’re onto the fourth day of this ‘festival.’ Three days, three male Athenians. I now have plenty of meat smoked and salted preserved. They will last me a while. Especially that last one, Menestheus, was a portly boy. Sitting on my bed, sharpening my ax, I listen to the crowd outside, waiting to hear the fourth name. “Welcome to the fourth day of the festival! Let the selection begin!" Minos called out as he drew today’s tribute. “Melite!" he called out, and I heard the sobbing of a girl that grew louder and echoed as she was forced into the labyrinth.

I don’t sound like I’m scolding her but I am. “Remember the day he thought about taking Tessa as a prisoner and starting a war? Then you took him down to the training grounds and kicked his ass all over the mat?” “Mostly, yeah?” “Well, he had that reaction because of Perses. War is in Bronx’s DNA.” “I’m sorry, Perses? He’s a Titan, right?” “Perses is the Titan God of War or Destruction, depending on how you translate it. He is the Goddess Hecate’s father. Delilah is probably familiar with him.”

there was a round of applause as Constantine stood up and walked to the runaway "Good afternoon everybody," he said in a deep voice "I present to you my new collection," he said removing the ribbon as he shouted 'Eulalia'. There was a standing ovation as people applauded I just remained in my seat surprised and awed. My eyes were on Constantine and his eyes were on me, he just smiled at me. This was why he didn't want to tell me the name because he used my name. This melted my heart, I was so stunned. Constantine came back to his seat beside me while the models walked the runway in the lingerie set

Jonah smiled and hugged him. The men who were behind Jonah formulated a chant, almost bearing the pattern of that of Jonah’s. They joined voices concurrently, lifting up their hands and gyrating happily. “Son of Hugadah, the sword and shield of Muzagah. This day, the gods have shown us our hero, follow your enemies, trample them, sweep them off the face of the earth,” an old man sang his joy away.

James flicked his eyes back and forth between Eliza and Blakeney as the man paused dramatically. “Thetis,” said Blakeney, grandly. “She is a goddess of the sea. A lieutenant of sorts to Poseidon, but more commonly associated with calm and tranquil waters.” “That’s right,” he said, remembrance flooding to him. “Achilles was her most famous son.” Blakeney nodded proudly at his pupil. “Correct.”

"How is that even possible?" Kendalais glanced at him for a brief moment before turning toward Manatee Creek, walking back toward the slab of rock Rhychard thought of as a second home. Rhychard followed the Warrior Master, slipping his hands into his front pockets. Kendalais paused at the edge of the rock, clasped his hands behind his back, and took a deep breath. "Over a millennium ago, the Warrior who wielded your sword, Mephalus, grew tired of the calling the Guardian placed on him. He adopted the views of the Unseelie, believing humans too ignorant, too weak, to govern themselves. Instead, he thought they needed to be ruled over, enslaved. King Oberon called for…"

Like all families had their ups and downs, but the most important thing was that Stavros and Melina all these years could not have been happier. Arianna was 20 years old and she was the spitting image of her mother. She had long red hair and beautiful forest green eyes. Arianna was an upcoming talent in painting. She was engaged and about to marry with one of the most rich men in the area, Nestor Achilareas. Nestor's family was very rich and very powerful in Messinian Mani. Messinian Mani was one of the most rich areas of Laconia with great history. Nestor was of noble origin. He was a very handsome man, highly educated and with great personality. They were in love since they were children.

A tall man with brown skin, by looking at him he was sure that he is a good man. "Sss! Don't shout, if you still value your life," the man said while trying to stop Migi from making any noise. Migi trembled when he witnessed the horrible thing that happened. He just covered his mouth and tried to stop crying. He saw Althea eaten by a creature that he could call a monster. Some parts of its body were also severed. But before he could get angry at what he saw, the man took Migi's gaze away from the monster.

“Her voice in my mind. It wasn’t a dream, it wasn’t a fantasy. She’s alive. She’s still strong.” “That’s good,” Valerian said, turning to him. “But it’s not enough. Not here.” Alexandro clenched his fists. “She said something about a fort… and the sea. That’s all I got. She mentioned a witch named Solmyra and a man called Maeron. Do either of those names mean anything to you?” Valerian stiffened at the mention. “Maeron…” he repeated quietly. “There’s a tale among the sea witches. A shadow stitched together by forbidden magic. If he exists, and if he’s with Solmyra, then they won’t be on any map.”