Poseidon's Daughter Novels & Stories

He was a beautiful and happy child, but he grew cold and angry at his mother Selene. Lycaon resented the fact that his mother had to leave him at the rising of the sun. As he grew into a man, Lycaon’s anger turned sour. One night in a fit of rage, whilst in his wolf form, he fatally wounded his father. Selene was heartbroken by the actions of her son, and so she took Endymion to a hidden cave. There she laid him to rest in an ageless sleep for all eternity, so that she might still visit and look upon her beloved’s peaceful body. In a bid to warm the cold heart of her son, Selene blessed him with a lover, a Mate made just for him. Lycaon’s heart was thawed by the love of his Mate, and his co

Wolves were straight to the point. "Do not speak of our encounter with his late wife." I informed Hades. The room was silent for many minutes, the King's eyes remaining on my own as he spoke to Hades. "My daughter.." The King was at a loss for words. "Is mated to you?" I pressed my lips in a thin line. I hadn't anticipated Hades mentioning that bit. "Now you know I could never hurt her." I growled, grimacing at the protectiveness in my words.

"I am the avatar of Murugan, the God of War. Who else is more suitable than me?" "By the grace of my Holy Father," the girl said. "Curse you and your eyebrows!" "How dare you!" he growled. "Stop all this bickering now!" the girl in green dress hushed them. "You both should know this is destined to happen. The Oracle of Pipaet has spoken the prophecy. We must heed his words. If she was nothing but an ordinary human, she couldn't be here among us, could she?" "We do not need your opinion, Tepi," Issarak turned to hiss at the green-clad girl. "Only the trees and rocks would listen to you."

Zeus is often depicted as an older man with a beard and is represented by symbols such as the lightning bolt and the eagle. He fathered many children. Among the most well-known are Athena, the goddess of war; Perseus, the hero known for slaying Medusa; and Persephone, Demeter’s daughter, and wife to Hades. Zeus is known for his many sexual (and oftentimes nonconsensual) relationships outside of his marriage to his wife and sister Hera.

She glanced at the gold dusts on Irene’s desk and sat gracefully across her. “Tell me, who snuffed out our little sun’s warmth?” Irene’s eye began to water again and she blew her nose on a tissue. Alodia cringed. “I found my mate,” she muttered. “But he has someone else,” Irene added. “Am I really Selene’s daughter, Aunt Lo?” she stared at Alodia. “Oh, love,” Alodia went to her niece and hugged her. “Of course, you are the moon’s daughter, child. How else will you explain these gifts you have? And the moon shines brighter each year on your birthday. You even have her hair,” Alodia stared at her.

“Fine, be difficult for all I care. But now, before I take the body and we finally meet the true fate, let me tell you a couple of things about yourself.” Now, that instantly caught my attention. My head snapped in his direction and I instantly gasped, realizing the creature had gotten too close to me already. “You are the last daughter of the Moon,” it muttered so close to my ear, I could feel the cold breath. My body froze as I tried to ponder the words. What did the daughter of the Moon mean? I had never heard about such a thing, no one in my life had ever mentioned anything even briefly close to that. “Huh?” Was the only sound I could make, probably looking as stupid as I felt.

Easton boasted as he slightly tilted his head to me. Jason looked shocked and proud, but Marie looked absolutely thrilled. “I should know better than to question the judgment of women in our family.” Jason smiled. “You should.” Marie quipped. “Now, let’s get to why we wanted to come over now. I called some old friends and found the name of the woman I think may be your mother.” Her voice softened as she addressed me. “I met her in some sort of strange dream the other night.” I muttered. “She is, was, Fae. We were right that my dad had marked her and then he and Katherine marked each other while my mom was giving birth to me.”

He was regarded to be vengeful when insulted. He is the son of Cronus and Rhea and used to be swallowed via his father alongside with HADES, DEMETER, HESTIA and HERA. However, in some folklore stories it is believed that Poseidon, like ZEUS, used to be now not swallowed with the aid of Cronus due to the fact his mom Rhea who hid him amongst a flock of lambs and pretended to have given delivery to a colt, which was once as soon as devoured by CRONUS instead.

The vision shifted: Atlantean raiders stormed Athenian shores beneath a moonlit sky, their weapons flashing as fire spread along the coastline. Inside Athens’ castle, Cassandra stood in her chamber—a striking woman with deep blue eyes, her curly hair cascading over the folds of her flowing dress. Thalasso’s voice grew solemn. “You see… Poseidon cast his eye upon Cassandra, daughter of King Aegeus, and asked for her hand in marriage. But the king of Athens refused. So Poseidon took matters into his own hands…” The image darkened, the tone heavy. “As though struck by a lovespell, Poseidon seized Cassandra against her will, bewitched by her beauty. Yet beneath that delicate facade burned defian

She says and I look back at Asteria, who is on her knees. “I, King Poseidon, brother of Zeus and Hades, son of Kronos hereby, reinstate your full power queen Asteria, my daughter. You it wisely.” He says as the wind increases and forms around her as she is lifted gently off the ground inside the tornado. I watch as she spins, her long black hair whipping around. Golds, reds, purples, blues and pinks form around her. She throws her head back and shrieks as the colours absorb into her. Her skin glows in a delicate pink hue. Lightning strikes her over and over again. I scream, but I’m held back.