Menelaus Novels & Stories

Leonidas was smiling, "And not watch men flex their biceps and triceps with sweat all over while you show off your chest and tattoos?" His friend looked like he wanted to tear himself apart, his eyes darting to and fro while he bit his lower lip and groaned, "Fine! But it is only because I do not want to be around for something so boring, and when did you have this meeting with Archaic Chlorine?" "Alcaeus Chloros." "Same thing." "Just now," Leonidas said with a sigh. "Or I am about to, it is not perfectly sealed yet." "And he is?"

I retorted to Lincoln but he just shook his head as if he wasn’t convinced by what I just told him. "Do you still remember about the Trojan War that I told you before?" Lincoln asked me causing me to raise my eyebrows at him because I don't know why he's asking me about the Trojan war. "Yeah! I still remember it all too well, Lincoln." I respond to him. How can I forget about it? I was so fascinated when Lincoln told me about the Trojan war that until now, I can still remember everything about it. Lincoln told me that during the Trojan war, a Trojan horse or a huge wooden horse was built and used by the Greeks to enter the city of Troy. The Greeks constructed the Trojan horse and hid a selec

“You will remember where you are. And who you are. Or you will be facing me. And I am the last person that you are going to want against you.” Elara swallowed, nodding stiffly, retreating a step. “Go to your room, now.” I turned my attention to Lia then, studying her properly for the first time this morning. She looked calm, but I knew better now. This one was not weak. Not careless. Dangerous in her restraint. So was my son. And as I looked between them, one truth settled heavily in my chest: Marcel had not simply disrupted the order. He had ignited something that would not be so easily contained.

"Marcus, let him go! He's the only thing keeping the swarm out of the lower wards!" "He is a weapon, Natalia. And weapons require a steady hand," Marcus said smoothly. He stepped around the shield wall, his boots tapping a precise, unhurried rhythm against the stone. He held the obsidian seal high, his gaze fixed entirely on the back of Kael’s locked neck. "Did you truly believe Malakor was the only one who understood the geometry of the core? The King was a brute. He used pain and chains to bind his constructs. I prefer architecture."

Lena's POV. “You are nothing but a clown I raised. You will die worthless and nobody will think you ever existed, not me, not even Dominic,” Elaine fumed at me with a knife in her hand. I pulled back breathing rapidly. She launched at me, screaming furiously, and I ran in any direction, my heart throbbed and my hands trembled. She was a few inches from thrusting the weapon at me when I tripped on my feet and fell to the ground.

He has to be harsh to someone who was once his best friend. Shane gets on his cell and within minutes the door to our SUV opens and Adrian's face appears in the doorway. He starts sniffing the air and lets out a low growl. These are all signs indicating that he can smell his mate but there are only men in here. "MATE!" I hear a growl from behind me and quickly remember that Alpha Harold's daughter is also in here with us. How the fuck did I forget that? "MATE!" echos through the SUV as Adrain growls low before getting inside and staring at her. It's also at this point that I realize that I don't even know her name.

I could sense that Celeste and his wolf were introducing themselves, sizing each other up as they both anticipated the fight. “Thanatos will start on the offensive first.” Julius said through the mind-link. “Thanatos… that’s an interesting one.” I said, thinking out loud. “I am the bringer of death, little wolf.” A low voice replied, filling every inch of my head with a cold darkness that settled into my bones. “Let’s see how you fair against me.” Thanatos said before he lunged, a snarl ripping through him as he bared his teeth. Celeste just managed to avoid his snapping jaws as she flattened herself against the floor, recovering quickly as she anticipated his next move. The next 45 minutes

Antidote? His gaze sharpened immediately. “What antidote?” Chelsea looked up tiredly. “Lord Thorin gave him one last night,” she explained softly. “That’s what I heard.” For one dangerous moment, rage flashed through Marcellus so violently that he nearly lost control of his expression. That idiot. That absolute fool. He had the perfect opportunity to end this No witnesses. No consequences. And instead of killing Hector, he saved him? Marcellus forced himself to relax before anyone noticed the fury on his face.