Novel & Cerita Old Queen Athena

Prince was obviously taking her back. "I am not making any mistake, they call her the Omega. You seem not to know what that means. Briefly, she is the key to bring Haynes back into the physical world but once she is dead, I will be at peace" he leaned toward Prince and talked with a scary voice. "I understand you now. Haynes is the threat, she is the key to bring Haynes back. And you have to kill her. Assuming you kill her now, what if Haynes find another Omega. Are you going to kill that one too?" Prince chuckled.

’ I asked being a little sassy towards the voice and hopefully showing her who is boss. ‘I did hear and no need to be snippy, my name is Sapphire and like the precious gem we are very special which you will see when we have our 1st shift. I’ve been granted permission early to speak to you and create a bond from Selene the Moon Goddess, but I don’t know anymore than that.’ Sapphire replied to Aurora with just as much sass as she gave her.

Some guess about my identity and say that I must be the most powerful female warrior in the kingdom. But I am just an omega. Ziv gently touches my forehead and presses a kiss on it. There is a burst of applause from people around. Neil lays woefully in the corner, his voice breaking like a blower, "This can't be...You're just an omega. How can you beat me?" I glare at him, making him shiver. He shuts up bitterly and stops talking. “Let’s go home,” Ziv says "...How about that asshole?" I ask.

"What? Why? Didn't you say_." "Just send him back, Henry. We no longer have to worry about Marcus and Hera, whatever they're planning against me, I'm sure they won't succeed..." Althaia studied the large painting on the wall. It was a portrait of her with her crown on. "They will not be able to defeat me... Because I am Althaia, the queen of this tribe." Althaia's words made Henry even more skeptical. He followed her with his gaze as she stood up.

Leonidas greeted her. Leonidas greeted her as he always did, physical contact and a gentle smile. His being calmed what was left of her fretting nerves. As the priest to the Goddess he never left the protection of the Moon Valley, he was what linked them all to her faith, and performed her rights on the champions she chose. He was the oldest of their kind, born during the Roman Empire, and was as mysterious as he was strict in his teachings. He looked no older than forty-five, with white hair that reached his shoulders and hung loosely.

Six years ago, when Adom got the results back from the doctors, he couldn't process what Omega said. His mom was an omega, and he loved her dearly, but he also saw how omegas still got treated in this society and how it was hard for them to find a good job. They even had to watch out for alphas when they were in heat, or they could be attacked.

Every step I took made her retreat backward. She kept shaking her head over and over again, the arrogance that had filled her face moments ago had completely disappeared. Not a single word came out of her mouth anymore, fear had stolen her voice. There was no point keeping any of them alive, Athena was dead, her name had been dragged through the mud. Her reputation had been destroyed, nothing could undo what they had done. They deserved to follow her, I stopped right in front of Aurora. I was about to grab her. "My King, I know it doesn't matter because Athena is already dead. But there is a secret you need to know, Athena is the key to opening the ruins of the Treasure Mountain Clan."

Elijah’s palace rose from the ridge like a dark crown forged from stone and oath. Obsidian walls laced with veins of silver reflected moonlight in fractured shards, making the structure appear alive, watchful, and eternal. This was not merely a residence; it was a declaration. It was a place built by generations of Alpha Kings to withstand war, magic, and betrayal alike. Now, it belonged to a Queen who had never asked for it. Rebel stood at the threshold, her breath hitching as the sheer magnitude of the Obsidian Palace pressed against her senses. The air here was different. It tasted of ancient pine, cold stone, and the sharp, metallic tang of dormant magic.

Her golden armor clings tightly to a body sculpted for war, and her piercing grey eyes cut straight through me, reading every dark, hidden thought in my mind. She reaches out, her fingers shockingly cool as they hook beneath my chin, forcing me to meet her gaze. “Choose me, Paris,” Athena whispers, her tone carrying the weight of absolute truth. “And I will grant you wisdom beyond the reach of mortal minds. Your name will outlast empires. The greatest rulers of history will beg for your counsel.” I tremble under her touch. She isn't offering a throne; she’s offering immortality through legend. A legacy that will never die.

What was this? Athena. She looked at the date on the old photo and her breath hitched. What the fvck was going on? How old were these people? Athena looked like a goddess of the past. This photo dated a whooping 100 years ago. Her eye shifted when she saw a black gown laced with shining silver bead. It looked beautiful and totally wearable as it was clean and neat, folded in leather and placed deep inside the box. For once, the thought hit her. This storage room was for Athena.