Naruto Son Of Tartarus Fanfiction Novels & Stories

"I'm not going anywhere." "Arianna..." "Look! I do not wish to be born like this. Whatever is happening right now should stop. Why do I have to have such a complicated life? Why is everything just a mystery, only to keep driving me crazy..." "Arianna, I know how overwhelming this is. But I promise to explain how the Ouroboros works..." Tears fell from Arianna's eyes. "I don't want this. I'm Alpha Thane and Ramona Greystone's daughter, and I will not leave the moon realm just to meet a woman who abandoned me for twenty one years!"

"Yah! I'm your daughter! How could y-." "Shut up, rascal!" Neptune scowled at her and he nudged his head to order one hoplite to open the gate, Suz moved on the side and bowed his head to the deity who bowed back at him before shifting his gaze at his daughter. "You became such an indecent young lady after you went to that sinner land and I'm not having it anymore, Rujin!" "You know that Liam is my friend and so is Jiroo! Why can't you accept that? It's not like they are the ones who turned me like this, you know that!"

Afterward, my father handed over the goblet to Nate. “Drink it, Nathanael.” “Yes, Alpha.” Nate accepted the goblet, drank a little, then returned the glass to the tray. Then my father grinned. “It’s a great day that the Highest One gives me, as I have another son today. So, Nathanael, from now on, you are my son.” He moved forward and hugged Nate. Nate was startled, as he didn’t expect my father to hug him. “Thank you, Alpha, I mean, Father.” His voice was trembling. “Please call me Nate, Father.”

Because life wouldn’t matter then. Father picked up the chains around my neck, lifting the burden. “You aren’t alone in protecting her, son. Your family is here. As long as you fight for her, you will succeed. That’s what the family of the Underworld does.” Father chuckled. “Come,” he held out his hand for me to grasp. Taking it, he willed us to Tartus.

“So, you are telling right now that you are one of those who see that original image of his. For you knew who he is from the very beginning?” Nate’s remarks, smirking and a bit cursing right towards Haruna. Mocking her in the sense that he felt that she is very important and putting herself above anyone else. A bit, no, currently in between his shaken personality from the darkness that he just recently dwells into. “I knew, for I am tasked to look after him in a way. Besides, just like what you just witness and observe. He is not an ordinary person, Nate.” “Well, I already saw it. More than I wanted to admit. Now answer me directly. Who is he freaking?”

Murmurs erupted in the hall as if someone had just poked a beehive. "Oh for the sake of the gods, Issarak, shut your mouth!" another girl growled out from the far left of the Pavilion. "The day you lead us to the war is the day of our doom. Get it from me, everyone either hates or secretly hates you. It would be a terrible mistake if you became our leader." "Are you challenging my military talent, Tusita?" the boy spat back. "I am the avatar of Murugan, the God of War. Who else is more suitable than me?"

father:-do worry son, I believe that you will live a happy life even without us, you will find happiness, don't you dare give up, keep on living. ariel:- sorry but I am neither a good son nor a good brother, I abundant you and run away do you have any idea what I do to my kingdom, I, abandoned it, I am coward nothing more or nothing less, still I am living like trash, I act strong but in reality, it is just empty. father:- we believe you, that you can live on your no matter how hard things get, after a few hours later we are going to reborn than we can't see, you have to live on your own, we trust you.

“Do as you wish but once you step out to this household, you’re no longer a part of this family.” “That’s not much of a loss.” With his heart weighing with the pain of his father’s neglect, Tamaru set off with his wife. He swore that his son would rise as the strongest wielder, and the Seirt would regret ever abandoning him.

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.

His aura feeds off Tartarus'; it is one and the same; they flow off the same wave of magic; dark magic, the magic of mischief and chaos. I could hear the lull of a siren the deeper I entered Tartarus. The siren's song calls to its male counterpart. Beginning the male's journey into the depths of the prisoner, promising the male love and riches if he is successful in rescuing the prisonerThe siren's song was vaguely familiar to me; its tune reminded me of a melody my mother used to sing. Taking a chance that the song might lead me to my aunt, I went deeper into the prison. If it turned out to be a real siren singing the song, I would be able to command it to stop; the siren would be unable to