Poseidon Novels & Stories

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Slowly and terrified to look I was forced to listen to the delicious voice, he sounded so much like an Alpha my wolf had no chose but make me look. When I finally looked up I saw a man standing next to Alpha Maxwell with beautiful dark grey eyes, dark brown hair well maintained, well kept sexy stubble giving off a manly vibe, maple syrup coloured skin that you just wanted to eat up with your waffles. He looked like a sex God as he stood there in black jeans and white shirt that clung to his very muscly body. He was what you thought about when you think of a sexy warrior man. I wanted to run into his large arms so he could protect me from all evil.

I stepped into the water until I was covered up to my waist. “Who are you?” I finally croaked out while splashing water onto my head and face. “My name is Thomas. I am a half-blood son of Poseidon.”

I said with a laugh as worry lines creased his brow. We rode the Hipper, a superconducting levitation transporter that took city dwellers to and from the Drock, then proceeded onward to the edge of the ice lands. At speeds of over five hundred miles an hour, we passed computerized automotive harvesters and hovering seeding machines that dotted the landscape. Leaves as bright as jewels spun through the air in the Hipper’s wake. In the distance, the towering ice mountains stretched across the horizon. The ice lands covered two-thirds of our planet, sustaining a population of more than eighty million.

"You know you love her, right?" The dead carcass is no longer appetizing. "Stop, Bastian." He says nothing more about my bride. I eat but only because I refuse to waste the life of the deer. I cannot love her. We spend the remainder of our time discussing rumors of a chalice that Bastian began searching for many centuries ago. The legend says it belonged to Belus, son of Poseidon. I would give my left nut to get my hands on it before Bastian. Not because of whom it belonged to but because Bastian covets the piece, which makes it a greater acquisition.

Isabella suddenly remembering that he was with her in the sea kingdom asked and immediately went a little far from him. "HE IS THE SON OF GREAT GOD, POSEIDON, HE IS YOUR SAVIOR AND THE HEIR TO THE THRONE. TAKE HIM TO GODDESS AMPHITRITE BEFORE ITS TOO LATE." Before Chris could answer a voice did just like Goddess Alexia said it would.

"Goddess of the Moon, the Hunt, and more." "If we're reintroducing ourselves, I suppose I should join in." A gruff voice says, the voice of an approaching man. His shoulders are broad and chiseled, his dark blue t-shirt clinging tightly to him, his hair a deep black, matching his equally dark, scruffy beard. His eyes are a clear ocean blue, glittering with mischief, a necklace of seashells strung around his neck. "I am Poseidan." He says in a voice that screams of power, promising violence at any challenge. "And this is my wife, Amphrite."

Cupid hits him in the head and he falls into the lake. "Don?" Sabrina screams as he falls to the floor. "Sabrina," Poseidon grabs her face and kisses her. "I am the god of the sea. My name is Poseidon." Sabrina narrows her eyes. "I'm not lying. I only have two hours. My brother Zeus has recalled me because I love you. I love you more than anything else in all my life. I have been around since the beginning and I have waited 200 million years for you. I love you. You are the love of my eternity. Please know I love you. You will be protected you and the kids. A werewolf named Iris and her mate have been put in charge of your care.

That only meant one thing, Hades had sent them. Cora looked at Mariana in understanding, touching the tattoo on her wrist, it was a small seahorse. “Father, I need you”, within seconds the sky thundered and the ground shook, what looked like a portal mid air appeared and everyone gasped. Poseidon himself appeared and Cora smiled proudly at her father. Poseidon raised his trident a shot several hyperbolic pulses towards the demons effectively killing them. The hyperbolic pulse is the only thing strong enough to kill demons sent by Hades. It was a rare gift that only a few of the gods had.

They asked me to follow them and turned to leave without giving anymore details. I paused for a second to think about it, but my instincts betrayed me. I followed behind them and walked into larger room, six times my size of room. A large portrait of the Alpha and a man and a woman behind him hung up in the wall. It grabbed my attention the moment I walked in. Everything about the room looked sophisticated. Obsidian carvings, an artwork that added life to the room, the floor was marbled, but somehow I could see my reflection almost clearly. The furnitures in the room and the private balcony stashed with vintage wines.