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"I can and you won't. Trust me. I'll always come back" Jess and Asher walked into Tiana's hospital room feeling scared of what was to come. Jess didn't have any memory of the past week when Tiana made a blood oath to the gods to save her life. The old woman made sure that both of them had no memory of it and of anything else after the incident in the kitchen the night before Jessica's birthday. She was the one that concealed their memories at the time of the cross of the worlds when they ran from ariye. The games played by the gods was dangerous but they had to make it fare play for her mates to win her fair and square. And the games had just began. If anything all they are all rooting for i

If not for everyone's safety, I will not do this. My Dad is from the underworld; his father is the God of Death. He escapes from their kingdom because of his love for my mom. Their love is forbidden, but they fight until I come into their lives. As a curse, I became the goddess of destruction and am now being chased by my evil grandfather, who wants to use me for his evil desire for the whole world. This is the only way to escape from them.

Serenia asks, waving her hands again to cut his ranting off once more. “Well, it’s not really a choice, per se. Our ancestors were known to be a part of the Giants family tree, though we aren’t directly related. History paints the Gods as frugal beings who mingled with any other creature with genitals between their legs, but that’s mostly said for those of the lesser realms, the ones intoxicated with envy and greed. Who knows where we really come from, those who could answer with the words of our ancestors are long gone, leaving our kind to wander this place for centuries clinging onto the words of a prophecy from a tribe no one even remembers.”

Unlike Andy, who was now talking to Soraka. “Andy, you are in trouble now. More Myth messengers will hunt and kill you.” “Why? Is it because I killed Po Chi?” “No because your presence is a threat to the rulers there; you are the 'seed' prophesied four years ago.” “Seed? What kind of seed? I'm not a plant.” Soraka explained that four hundred years ago, an influential spirit guide in The Myth predicted the future. He said there would be a golden seed that would lead their nation, originating from Andy's current location.

And Elena knew that with Adrian by her side, they would build something even greater—something that would stand the test of time, As Elena and Adrian stood side by side, looking out over the Callahan estate, there was a sense of finality in the air, but also the thrill of new beginnings. Elena had faced the trials, discovered the truth about her heritage, and now, she was standing at the helm of her father’s legacy. But something deeper had shifted between her and Adrian. Their journey together wasn’t just about inheritance or family ties—it was about rediscovery, trust, and forging a path forward as partners.

His black eyes shimmered, his smile sharp and knowing. “You have done well. You will be remembered.” A nervous ripple passed among the gathered deities. One—tall, pale, crowned in feathers—dared to speak. “You swore these relics would not be… destroyed. That they would serve us again.” “And they will,” Nihareth said smoothly. “But not as symbols of the old gods. As weapons of the new. My way.” Another god stirred. “You seek to dethrone them all?” “I don’t seek,” Nihareth said softly. “I will.”

“I see the logic behind your words, though I cannot say that I agree. Elika is still receiving abilities, something that has not happened in over five generations, other than those that you received after killing our father. Though, I believe that perhaps you took some of father’s abilities for you own when he died; mostly the shape shifting.” The lord of hell bobbed his head, carefully deciphering his brothers words as he gently removed his hat; placing into onto the small metal tray beside him. “Yes I can see the truth in that and the shape shifting does come in handy. Now, lets get this over with before I lose my nerve. I fucking hate needles.” Hades bellowed with laughter, shaking his he

Leonardo asks in suspicion, “That’s not some kind of code or something?” “I have a proposition. “ Leonardo raises an eyebrow at her. “You saw it all, Balthazar,” Katcha begins, “Nothing was natural from our little fight from earlier.” “So it is,” Leonardo replies, “And?” “I may have an idea about where Goldie is from.” “I don’t see how your old orphanage is relevant to him.” “Maybe he and I have a couple of things in common.” “What are you even on about? You think you have powers too?” Leonardo smiles at Katcha in a patronizing manner, "Or is this related to what you two talked about while I was away?"

♤Ven♤ People say I'm a human. But they don't know blood doesn't flow in my veins. If there's something, that's poison. I'm a poison damsel, I'm an immortal. My birth was cursed and death was craved. My breath can make anyone struggle for air, my one scratch can kill, my eyes can hypnotise and my smile can seduce. Yeah, I'm a human. A human, made of poison. ◇Aragon◇

I found the liquor cabinet tucked behind the sitting room doors. The first bottle my hand found was half full. I poured without thinking, watched the amber swirl against the glass, then drank. The burn was sharp as it went down my throat. Every other thing they fed me was meant to soften me. This at least reminded me that I was still human, still the Kieran. The clock ticked loud in the background and I caught my reflection in the window, my own eyes looking back, dulled but still mine. I remembered flashes—boardrooms, contracts, signatures. The weight of my father’s watch on my wrist. The company that had been mine. The legacy I had built from the ashes of my parents’ deaths. Seven years of