Menelaus Novels & Stories

She noticed that he only went for work on the second day of their marriage and rest of the days he had worked in the office with his men on his beck and call. She was horrified when she came to knew that the new on the television of Gold stolen was the his husband doing. She knew her husband was no saint man. She read about him on the internet. The man was the leader of the California most dangerous mafia organisation “Scorpio” He is not to be messed with. He hates disobedience and disrespect. In his country, he holds control. He is called a beast. He kills without remorse. He is Alessandro Emilio, the greatest mafia lord of California's most powerful and dangerous group, SCORPIO.

After a few seconds he slams it open again. "What the hell dude.." Reece exclaims. "Happy birthday Morgana.. and um welcome to the pack I guess..." Aaron says and escapes one more time through the door. I turn around and look at Reece who offers me a warm smile. "It's Charles.." I say to him and his facial expression goes from happy to sad in a matter of seconds. "Well, tell him to scram.." He says moving towards me. 'Who the hell is Charles and why is he interrupting us?' My wolf asks from inside me but I just ignore her.

Eamon answered quietly. "Malachai." The reaction was immediate. Seraphina stood. Eldric stopped moving. Valerius's expression hardened. The air around Ragnar Frostbane became frosted. Cassian slowly lowered the document in his hands. Even Asterion went completely still. I looked from one ancient to another. "You know him." Seraphina's voice was barely above a whisper. "Anyone who has studied the old wars knows that name." "Who was he?" Asterion answered. "An architect."

Lena said " you... you.... guys are bluffing. Is this just some sort of trick you guys want to play on me? If so then what gods are you? Adrian stated " I told you this date is just for the truth but if you dont believe me, I'll still tell you." He clears his throat and adjusts on his seat "I am Azarel but my earthly name is Adrian I am the demigod of Fire and chaos." Marcus speaks up "I am Neptune descendant. I am Enki the demigod of water". Athena said "I hate introductions but I'm Athena the goddess of wisdom and warfare I shouldn't even be here but I'm just looking for who would make my night pleasurable."

Adrexa inquires. "Helen left her husband King Menelaus of Sparta, whose older brother is King Agamemnon of Mycenae. Both kings will take this as an insult and an excuse to attack Troy for its riches," I inform them. "The Greeks will not attack our city," the older boy Pallus states angrily. "Our walls were built by Poseidon himself and are impenetrable. No army would dare insult the god Poseidon," Pallus says defensively. Not wanting to get into a heated debate with a pre-teen, I simply state, "You're right. I apologize for worrying you all needlessly. I'm going to walk around for a little bit."

How dare you come before us after what you did! Episteme’s anger knew no bounds. “You built this whole library pretending to honor our late father, Tiberius Julius CelsusPolemaeanus, but look what you’ve done. He is here, tormented by us now. Look what you made us become. May even our last name become ash in your mouth!”

She packed her suitcase with great enthusiasm. Magdalena had five more sisters and one brother. All of them were married except Sona, and they lived in different villages with their husbands’ families. As for Magdalena’s brother, Vahe, he had health problems. He could not speak, and later it turned out that he also had problems with his spine, so he was confined to a wheelchair. Worry over him had killed their father.

“Why drop the link when your mate is standing right beside you, Alpha?” I ask, keeping my eyes fixed on the obsidian screen of his communication stone. The glowing name of Artemisia Lykaon fades into the dark crystal as Leonidas Argyros lets the device slip from his fingers, letting it bounce uselessly onto the fur-lined seat between us.

It consisted of cured meat soaked in honey for twelve moons. Zeus cleared his throat and everyone halted their merry-making. He had yet to speak, but everyone knew that this was the moment when he would judge their offering. Leaning forward, he dipped his fingers into the bowl of kréas melioú, selecting a tender piece. He plopped it into his mouth and closed his eyes as he chewed. Ronin held his breath. Zeus’ eyes flew open, zoning in on King Lykaon. ‘WHAT IS THE MEANING OF THIS?’

The man looked deadly; malignance written in his eyes. “Come here now, you little whore,” he undid his pants, standing in his boxers. The girl grabbed a piece of wood and hid it behind her. She got up and walked over to him as asked. He didn’t want Cleon to get hurt. She had seen him try and hurt Cleon before. In slow, steady steps, she walked closer to the man. “My good little slut,” he put his hands on her waist and dragged her closer. Athena took the opportunity and slashed his neck with the wood. The man let her go and clutched his neck.