Myrmidons Achilles Novels & Stories

“ Had you just surrendered I would have let you go. I take no joy in this. He looked away and fired a massive burst of silver lightning from his hand, blanketing the arena floor with dust. Once it had settled, Achilles lay face down, a massive hole having been fired into his chest, Kronos with no energy left, swaying on his feet. The crowd sat in stunned silence at first, unable to believe what they had just witnessed. Then the crowd began to panic. “ Achilles is dead!” “ The champion?! Our champion?!” “ NoNoNo!” Calypso heard the crowd’s cries of bewilderment but did nothing to address them, watching Kronos fall face down. “ Soldiers!” She snapped, looking at two guards. “ Take the Half-Bre

Achilles' fury exploded, and he struck with his palm. The palm strike that carried the force of a mountain bore down on Chase like an unstoppable tempest. Chase's expression darkened, but he stood firm, refusing to dodge. "You dare defy me?" Achilles roared. To him, a martial deity of his stature, being ignored by a mere martial monarch was an unbearable insult. The clash caused ripples to explode across the void. Achilles' strike landed squarely on Chase, unleashing a terrifying shockwave that could pulverize solid rock. Yet it only left faint scratches on Chase's body without even reddening his skin.

Achilles spun the fireball in his hand, growing bigger and bigger with each turn until he launched it into the room sending the soldiers flying through the air until their charred bodies hit the walls. Sword drawn, Aurelia sprinted into the room with a battle cry as she began maiming and dismembering the soldiers. Achilles sprung forth, shifting into his snow leopard and with a fierce roar, he too began to take on the soldiers that were running around, frantic in the fray.

These men are going to be the death of me. “Spit on it. You've seen Emilio' s dick before, stop acting like it's brand new.” I lift my eyes up to his own, locking our gaze together. He wants to degrade me, defile me. I lick the tip of his dick instead, tasting his precum in my mouth. “Look at you, you should be running away,” Achilles says. He grabs my hair, making a bun in his hands. “Here you are, instead about to choke on my cock.”

“Then we can really see who is better.” “Now they don’t stand a chance.” Alec chuckled. Achilles was considered one of the best war heroes in history. As far as I knew, Hades had him sign a contract for the sole purpose of training his son. While I wasn’t interested in Caleb or Hunter getting hurt, I wouldn’t mind seeing Achilles in action. “I’m game.” Caleb shrugged. “Hunter?” “Sure.” Hunter mimicked Caleb’s shrug.

"And the Ares Familias then? What did they do after?" "They only respect the strongest of them all. Whether you be cruel, or wicked, they do not mind. I have reason to believe that Achilles is a dream come true for them. Possibly a messiah." By the gods. Leonidas head throbbed heavily now as he tried to get a hang of things. His Father was dead and so was Loukas. Persephone jumped off a cliff. And Achilles was going around killing people. Could this get any worse? "Forgive me for my tardiness but my brittle bones always fail me when they get the chance,"

Heimdall chuckled. “Maybe it did,” Poseidon stated as he looked towards the distance, his eyes finding the approaching figure of Achilles who was leading the forces of Olympus to this place. Each warrior’s blade was stained with blood, and their bloodlust was still strong. Their vigour could be felt even from outside the planet. As for the one who stood before them, his rage was greater than theirs. The power of the hero of Olympus was so great that even Heimdall frowned, realising that Achilles may only just be a few notches weaker than Ares! Given that Achilles was several centuries younger than Ares, this was a measure of his talent. Clearly, if Achilles had the advantage of age, he would

Even without a link, he reads us perfectly, flowing with our rhythm. For a moment, it feels like we might actually hold the line. We push the rogues back from the pack house, step by step. Across the lawn I catch sight of dad in Ladon’s form and his unit, a wall of muscle and fury, driving the rogues back as well. Relief floods me when I see Mum in Alcyone’s form at his side, flanked by Austin, as Ajax. They are all exactly where they need to be. But then the tide shifts.

I ran faster until I saw a figure approaching Aeon from behind. Achilles! Achilles jumped forward, holding a silver dagger, to an oblivious Aeon, who was still clutching his mate. "No!" I bellowed, shaking the earth as I launched forward into Achilles, but at the same moment, another growl came out of nowhere. Argon’s body was flying in the air in the direction where Aeon was. And before I could grab Achilles, his hand had already gone down - his silver dagger piercing into someone’s heart as blood splattered all over his face.

A FEW MOONS AGO, the mondras who survived the war, had told the story of how they crushed Ormir to the ground, led by Aravyr, his mad brother. They swarmed in strong numbers, hundreds and hundreds of them … bringing light amidst the night heavens with dragonfire. They burned everything in the fortress—the houses … the people … even the entire forest outside, surrounding the walls.