Romans & histoires Poseidon

Ocean is really going to have a hard time with his mate and ill make sure to rub it in at every opportunity, I'm just glad my beautiful Sky is calm and placid as opposed to the hot fire Ocean has now got. "Right so Lanna here gets messages from time to time from the moon godess" "Really?" everyone asks looking to Lanna who smiles awkwardly "Yes but they all lead to the same thing WAR IS COMING and it seems that the time is finally now" "So what does it have to do with us?" Sky whispers "Well my love, we need to get our mates, you and Desert," I say nodding towards Desert and bring you home safe because we are nothing without our other halves"

Lightning and thunder continued to strike, and the wind increased in it's intensity. The last time I'd seen him this angry was the day Anya had tried to kill me. Poseidon stumbled to his feet and created water droplets out of the humid air, then he channeled them towards Mikael, in form of shape blades. He swiftly moved out of the way and channeled a thunder bolt at Poseidon who tried to stop it from getting to him, but it was too fast. With a strangled scream, he fell to the ground, a blackened hole in his chest.

"The lord of Wolfort City gifted me this Cambrian Python. It can cleave anything and everything in the universe. Godtools have souls, and the soul of this Godtool is a mystique beast known as Cambrian Fish that can use water-type moves. Chrysopoeia Graders will be weakened against this. Armed with this Godtool and above this vast ocean, I have the advantage. Are you sure you want to fight me?" Yik turned to look at Logan. He had purposely run to the ocean to create the ideal environment for his Godtool. "How dare you speak so rudely to Saint Logan?!" A pair of black and white figures hurried to Logan's side—Ater and Kaiser. They bowed toward Logan. "Greetings, Saint Logan. We came rushing wh

One look at Poseidon and the tears started pouring. Fuck it.

Looking out over the once blue ocean. The screams and thrashing of the pirates in the water as they were being ripped limb from limb by all manner of sea creatures. I smile as they meet their demise. I chuckle, laying back down when a shadow loomed over me. Opening my eyes, I take in the figure who is shielding me from the bright sun. A man. “Hello Asteria.” I blink as the glare dies and I gasp at the man infront of me. Poseidon. “Poseidon, God of the sea and storms. Thank you for saving me.” I mumble a lone tear leaves my eyes as he chuckles.

the freckled Marcellus added. "Twin?! "

‘…Apollo…tumbled down the mountainside with the snake-woman…Cain is fetching him…as we speak. ‘What about Helios and Antonio?’ I bit back my slew of questions, knowing he probably couldn’t hear them well either, but there was one I needed to ask. ‘Is Nadia still with you?’ ‘Helios…missing, along with…monster he fought. Nadia…Nadia vanished…storm outside is magic…messing with my power…never seen anything like it…’

I greet him nicely. He lifted his head and look me in the eye “oh, yes, I am from group 5 as well, waiting for the others. May I know your name? I think it’s raining heavily there in their places” he looked up to see the sky tonight. The beginning of a new year is still in a rainy season and it’s hard to predict the weather.

He smirked, that arrogant curl of his lips that said he knew every filthy thought in my head. Beside him, was Hades, darker, leaner, in a charcoal button-down open at the throat, revealing inked runes that glowed faintly. His black hair fell in waves, eyes like polished obsidian, promising depths I'd drown in. He moved with predatory grace, a shadow come to life. Poseidon flanked them, sun-kissed skin, wavy auburn hair, dressed in a linen shirt rolled to his elbows, exuding that salty sea vibe even underground. His green eyes sparkled with mischief, but his grip on the air around him felt like crashing waves.

S H E S T O O D A few feet away from the tall mound of stone and marble that cast a shadow over her from the setting sun. For an unknown reason, Natasha found herself visiting that place more than once in a week, just to let out the day's weight and gaze upon the twenty-foot statue of the Blue Streak which captured him in a sprinting position and the large lightning bolt emblem plastered to his chest being the only thing that had color as a blue glowing lamp enclosed in a glass case was attached on top of it, highlighting the emblem.