Pandora Myth Summary Novels & Stories

I grinned slightly, spit out my gum I still had tucked in between my cheek and gum as I headed back to my single story home. My real name is Hera Constantine, a five hundred and thirty eight year old le femme vampire who is a paid assassin for the uber elite, there are only a handful of us. I'm petite, ruthless and very blunt. My clients call me Pandora because I listen to my playlists on the app as I make my kills. I hate other vampires although not many remain, after the governments of the world started destroying us, but that's another story. I have one rule, I won't kill anyone under eighteen. There are others that kill kids, but I'm not one of them. I live by myself and have no desire t

Pandora has lived in neutral territory since leaving her parents' pack. She has tried calling Paulo serval times but he isn’t answering her calls or replying to her texts. Pandora thought her parents would have sent a search party after her. She was disappointed when she contacted one of the members to ask her about it. The young lady didn’t even know she was gone and told her no one had left the pack. That news angers her and she bumps into a man and falls to the floor.

I was snapped from my thoughts when Hilda continued speaking. “It was then that the other creatures realized just how The Keepers worked. They started killing each Keepers’ bloodline. They were trying to ensure that no one would remain. Once a Keepers’ bloodline was slain, or did not continue with them, and they died… The Box and amulet would have one less Keeper. The fewer Keepers, the easier to get to the Box. The Witches, once they realized this, decided that the Box itself needed a Keeper as well. They worked together and created Pandora, dubbing the Box, ‘Pandora’s Box’. It was in essence, hers. That's when they broke off from each other. Pandora was solely responsible to keep the Box h

Eros said. “Well, that’s just awesome. Not only am I a Goddess, excuse me, a New Goddess but there are also Werewolves and Vampires out there. Anything else I need to know?” I asked putting my head in my hands. I could feel a headache coming on. “Most Myths are real.” Hades said. “Thanks.” I said giving him my best side eye. “You’re welcome.” He said, not understanding my sarcasm. “Aria.” My sister warned.

Red fire came out from Phoebe and blue from Cyrus. For a moment the twin flames were in contact then the red flame moved to the young man's body at the same time Cyrus' soul moved to Phoebe's body along with the blue flame. The girl's orange colored hair has now turned into black. "Phoebe!!" shouted the old magician and immediately separated Phoebe's body from Cyrus. He mourns the loss of her only child, Phoebe. "Why did you do that!" he said while crying and hugging the girl's lifeless body.

The more it gave energy to her, the more her eyes brightened and her skin paled, she ascended from the ground and her spine seemingly healed itself. Pandora watched in fear as her mother kept ascending until she burst through the roof and landed in front of their house. Little by little other glowing wolves started coming out of hiding and they all bowed down to her. Pandora was scared because she feared that her mother would be lost to her newly regained power. She recalled memories she had as a baby about her father dreading her mother’s alter ego’s return and though she had never seen it, Pandora suspected that the white-haired and pale-skinned woman approaching her at the moment must be

With the scene and the faceless woman by the name of Pandora is depicted alive in front of her, the words echo. “Could not resist as the urges get the better of her. The moment that she opens the box, chaos ensued.” Presenting her the world and the prominent sins that turn into their respective shadows and unto that one particular book from the original where they came from. The pandora is represented by that book and world’s cage, as the shared existence of the seven is taken, molded, and turns into its new ones as the seven worlds are created, marking the curse beginning He is now playing unknowingly against HIM.

Zariah's interest was piqued. "I do. Unfortunately, she belongs to the King of Damaris." Pandora said, staring at the ceiling above her head. Zariah picked up the towel. "Do not look for trouble, Pandora. This is not your playground. For centuries, your clan has kept us from the rest of the world. It has been your dream to stand as a bridge for Ingram. Do not kill that vision before it even takes seed." Zariah had a lot to be worried about. "I know, I know, I'm not stupid, okay? I won't chase after another's mate." Pandora stood up, water trickling down her curves as she took a step. "The Queen probably hates my guts for pissing on her garden."

I asked her and her brows furrowed. "Isn't she that girl from the Greek mythology or something?" she whispered and I nodded. "There are a lot of stories about her. They say she was the first mortal woman. Zeus gave her a jar containing all of the troubles and ills that mankind now knows, and told her not to open it, but she did," I told her and she waited for me to continue. "I think you're like Pandora," I stated and her eyes widened. "You think I bring evil or something?" she exclaimed and I pull her even more, my eyes glinted with mischievousness.

Slowly, the rotating wind began to take shape of a vortex. "Yes! You're doing it, Val." I heard Kroni cheer me on. It didn't matter. I wasn't doing this for him. I was doing this for me. I knew the story of Pandora's box but never had I thought it would translate my story. Pandora opened a jar left in his care containing sickness, death, and many other evils and they were released into the world.