Poison Gods Heritage Novels & Stories

No matter how many times I told myself this was the right thing to do, I couldn’t shake the feeling that something wasn’t right. Getting to my knees I held my head high awaiting the part I dreaded the most. I had never wanted to admit my heritage, but as the old saying goes ‘your past will catch up to you eventually’ and mine had. “Do you young Cleo, daughter and only living heir of our King Hades, accept the duties that accompany your new role? Do you promise to uphold the barrier between worlds, preventing souls from leaving? Will you sacrifice your pure soul to set your reign claiming the throne and all its glory?” It was now or never.

His wolf pressed hard against his control, roaring now, furious and desperate. “What she’s doing,” he said hoarsely, eyes locked on me, “is not rogue magic.” He swallowed. “It’s legacy magic.” A murmur of shock tore through the pack. Lyra’s knees buckled. “No,” she whispered. “That belongs to ruling bloodlines. To Alphas. To...” “To those chosen by the land,” I said softly. I let the power recede slightly, enough to breathe again, enough to let them think. Lyra stared at me, realization dawning with horrifying clarity.

And she was quick to fire with the first. “Well, it is because of my heritage. When Harch came to me, it explained a few things. Asgardians grow stronger by nourishing and strengthening their soul weapons. The stronger their weapons get, the greater their power. And it has been so since the beginning. Which means that as long as my soul weapons keep getting stronger, my limit can’t be fully calculated – not even by my own spirit.”

She stepped inside, panting in the cold. The fire was waiting. Not flame as mortals knew it, but spirit—burning at the heart of the ruin, coiled in golden light. “Elara Sterling,” it murmured, voice like embers crackling. “Daughter of Robin. Daughter of ash.” she dropped to her knees with a pounding heart. “Why do you call me here?” "Because you are not just a child of man." The fire swirled, creating shadows that moved like warriors. “You are heir to more than Sterling blood. You are heir to the forgotten throne. Heir of the goddess cast aside.”

I’ve been to the girls’ apartment a million times. Summer and her crew—Chris, Fati, JoJo—are some of the best friends I’ve ever had. My family’s lived in this area with them our whole lives. Their mom, Meredith, is the main oracle of the Goddess, and my parents are demi-gods. We’re legacy kids, born from the wolves who ended the war and rebuilt the world.

“You are the son and grandson of the founders of the Harmony Moon Pack and the Mythical Kingdom of the dragons. Your heritage has led you here and you are about to face one of the greatest battles of all time. Only you can overcome what is about to happen.” “Grandma, what are you talking about?” “The gods have bound some of your power. They won’t stop there. The gods… Their job is to look over all of us. To keep the balance. They have faulted you for no reason other than their own fear.” I am confused more than ever. “I didn’t do anything to them though. I simply defended myself when Thomas attacked me.”

POV: Keith I’m the grandson of the moon goddess, the son of Christos Endymion, and the heir to the golden throne. For centuries I have roamed this world, fighting a battle that should have ended several years ago, but I keep losing this war every fucking time. And it's not because the enemies I’m fighting are way smarter than I am, no. It’s because I’m a self-centered bastard who never learns from my mistakes.

"You're dangerously close to treason, and I won't hesitate to kill if you try to attack my mate." "Treason?" Rachel laughed bitterly. "Look around, Alex. Everything our ancestors built, everything they preserved - it's being destroyed by your human mate and half-blood son." I felt the words like physical blows but kept my voice steady. "The Moon Goddess chose this path. She chose me. She chose to bless my son with power you can feel in your bones." "The goddess was wrong!" Sarah's words echoed Serena's last defiance. "And we won't stay to watch our heritage crumble."

I didn’t fūcking mind going to war right fūcking now. “It is the last time you talk like that in front of my daughter. Whether or not she is to marry your son, she is a Blanco. She is the heir to all Blanco businesses that run this continent. Meaning she can go any-fūcking-where she wants.” Francisco growled through clenched teeth, reminding me why we were brothers in the first place.

Angel just smiles at him and they walk back to the cabin in silence. Once they clear the forest again, they see Alexis and Akilina standing in front of the cabin waving. As they got closer Alexis told Akilina to go inside. She raises her rifle a little, “What are you all? Monsters yourselves?” Angel smiles, “Sort of, we are very powerful monsters. I’m a genetically altered human with the blood of more monsters than I can count running through my veins. Not to mention the thousands of spells that have been cast on me. This guy behind me was just a normal wolf until I found him.” Drake nodes at Angel, “When he found me, I was on the verge of death, and he saved me. So, I have decided to s