Naruto: Son Of Hera Fanfiction นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Hera giggled as she gave my elbow a squeeze, “she’s fooled your own mother, I’m impressed with my daughter’s abilities.” My head snapped to her as I blinked back tears, “I can hear your mind link as long as I’m touching you,” she smiled, “keep moving, take us to your room and don’t make any noise while doing it, we will leave you there and take what is ours back.”

Uriel nodded, giving her mother a hug. “Thank you, Mom. I know this is hard for you, but I’m old enough now. I can take care of myself.” Uriel’s enormous eyes blinked happily. Hera’s arms hugged her tighter, kissing the top of her head. “I know, dear,” she sniffed, petting back her hair softly. “Protect her, please,” Hera’s eyes landed on me and on my father. “I’m begging.” Gods don’t beg, and Hera, once the second in command under Zeus, was now begging for us to protect her only daughter. Not just a daughter, but the fate of humanity.

Erra tried to explain when she realized Narrah was dead serious about her unusual inquiry. "Tell me. Who am I?" Narrah raised her voice as her eyes glowed with anger. "My lady, please calm down... " Erra froze, alarmed by Narrah's anger. Her eyes are glowing like it will throw daggers any moment. "Tell me, Erra. I command you" Narrah gritted, her eyes glowing, making Erra submit by bowing her head. "You are the daughter of a cursed elemental" Erra readily answered, unable to resist Narrah's command.

“The one?! You refer to my son as if he isn't part of your family.” Hera rolled her eyes at Aphrodite when she raised her voice. “What family deprives joy in hurting another? You know your sadistic son got his wicked traits from his father.” “Don't you dare speak of my son that way.” “Quiet! Both of you! Any more words from you and I'll have you sent further to an abyss till you've learnt your lessons.” Zeus chafed. The ivy wreath wearing god mocked, “So, your plan is to pitch them against Hades? Or Cronos your father, perhaps?”

Just by glance, you can tell she's a perfect mother figure and kindhearted one. They're are looking for Hana, the mother of Mizu. Both lead in the junkyard where the hideout of the kids was. Knowing that the person they are searching for was already dead they search for the daughter instead. The woman introduced herself as Hana's younger stepsister, named Yuri Sodomaki, and the guy is her husband, named Taiga Sodomaki. They are here to search for her older sister but found out she was already dead and she has a daughter. She wants to meet Hana to deliver the news that their father was already dead and that he leave her some inheritance but was already too late. Both can't have a child, so t

she says "I wish I didn't have to marry him if my mother wasn't the daughter of Hera I wouldn't have to but she is and my father is Hades so I have some of the powers of both My father and my grandmother and they want a strong Empress who has the blood of Hera so I have to I wish I could be with Soren because I love him" I say as I start crying Laguna walks up to me and hugs me. I'm just glad everyone else is in class so they don't see me crying

said Hermes, his voice getting firm again, "whatever it takes. Assemble everyone you have plus we've got the Heir of the gods on our side." Natasha nodded mildly, momentarily wondering what kind of joke this was but then one question that nobody seemed to ask kept relaying itself. If I'm the Heir of the gods, then who is my literal ‘god’ parent? Surely if she did indeed have celestial blood in her then didn't that mean that her parents had to have been gods too? But her mother was the most humanly person ever, always worrying about her and commiting herself to her work as a doctor—so she couldn't have been a god. Then there was her father who had had similar powers just like hers but he was.

Hera looked away from her daughter. The two of them were now in Rania's room. Hera didn't want to leave her daughter alone here. She remembered the recent events made her worry even higher. "Mom, look at me, believe me, just this once. I won't lie anymore..." Rania brought her face to meet Hera's eyes. She saw those beautiful eyes, which were as clear as lake water, and saw them even reflecting herself there. "Meet daddy… please~ You guys are a husband and wife couple. Are you going to let father suffer alone over this matter?"

It had been a birth that had channeled the power of the bond into a torrent of life. Two lives, in fact. Lyra and Niran. My daughter, Lyra, slept peacefully in the basket, her dark hair and silver birthmark on her wrist making her the picture of calm and Earth Magic. My son, Niran, was identical to me. His aura was a mixture of chaos and potential, a small hurricane. The sound was faint at first, a soft murmur that barely broke the peace of midday. Wuaa. Wuaa. It was the soft cry of Niran, my son.