Novel & Cerita Odysseus X Poseidon

all eight of them; Poseidon god of the sea, sat with his golden trident and crown, very intimidating with all his godly build and huge blue tail. Athena goddess of wisdom and battle strategy sat next to Poseidon , ever so proud of her hair and white robes with a warrior's head gear to adorn it, spear in hand. Ares god of war, Athena's male counterpart sat next to her, adorned in silver armor and a blade that was a little too sharp. Hephaestus god of metalworks and fire, a personality that rarely was at the hall, was sat beside Ares. His black leather bodysuit made him look like the sexiest blacksmith ever and his fire hued hair was bedazzling.

Jason screamed as he suddenly pointed his gun at Sebestian. "Now!" Sebestian yelled as he came back to his senses, and before Jason could pull the trigger, a shot was fired from the rooftop, drilling through Jason's skull. Blood splattered everywhere, and his limp body fell to the ground. Adom stumbled as he was freed from his grip; he was trembling and covered in the man's blood. He was suddenly engulfed in two strong arms as he felt his vision blur. The last thing he saw was Sebestian's face, as he was covered in dirt and bruises. Cuts decorated his face. He heard his voice as he whispered in his ear before everything went dark.

. “You were named after the greek gods?” Poseidon looked at him and laughed at the insult “I am a greek god boy the name is poseidon it's kinda nice to meet you, god of the sea and earthquakes, father to all horses.” Jake didn't believe it but it made sense with the whole ocean behind the house and the way that everyone reacted when he was about to shoot that horse. “That doesn't make sense Hera is married to Zeus not Poseidon and Ares is the son of Zeus.” They all laughed at him, the man named Ares looked at him “The humans get things wrong all the time we just go with it to make them feel better. I am the son of Hera and Poseidon get over it kid. The wolf that almost killed you was my son

He nods once and strides toward Briareus. He’s barely ten feet out when the Titan roars, “TURN BACK, SPIRIT. NONE WHO ENTER HERE RETURN.” All of his mouths speak at once. The sound hits like a thunderclap. We all duck, covering our ears. “Mighty Briareus, oldest of the Hecatoncheires, uncle to the Olympians—I greet you with respect and beg your benevolence,” Odysseus calls. Somehow, I know he’s speaking Ancient Greek—and somehow, I understand it. Judging by the confused-but-comprehending faces around me, everyone else does too.

Apollo laughed together with Poseidon. "He released his venom, only enough to paralyze you, Harold. It can be reversed but only if I take you underwater with me. For now, you have to give us clear answers as to why you instigated this war." "To hell with you Poseidon! I answer to no one. Whom do you think you are to order me around?" "Maybe you have not realized your ordeal grandpa dearest. You are neither in a position to holler at anyone nor refuse to comply. It will do you no good. You are a prisoner of war now."