Poseidon's Daughter Novels & Stories

It is about to crystallize and make it clear to all of them, “She is nicknamed the Daughter of the Sun.” Shocked murmurs came at the name of their King, Daughter of the Sun! One of the legends of the ancients, they hear tales about which it is not known whether they are true or not. The daughter of the sun, which is a miniature sun that walks over the earth, has supernatural abilities to erase the impact of every area it enters, burn it to nothingness, concealing its trace, destroying any kind of witnesses that can tell about it. They say she lives alone without a partner in the lonely mountains until she dies,

Not just the war wizard with the charged jacket and the dangerous blade. But the woman whose power was no longer singular. The gold in her blood. The tide at her back. The hidden thing in her posture that reminded him, too sharply, of royalty. Of Dacia. Ares’s stare sharpened. The memory hit him clean. Queen Dacia standing at the edge of Poseidon’s influence, too mortal to be a god, too stubborn to be dismissed. Poseidon’s attention had always been a problem in itself—he had a weakness for things that did not belong in his world and somehow made it better.

Charles: How… how is that possible? Suzanne: What are you talking about? Charles: She just bound me… I chuckled softly, kissing Luna's temple. Alexander: Haven't you figured it out yet? My mate is a daughter of the Moon… she can bind all wolves, she can have premonitions of the future, and who knows what surprises the future holds… like hearing what you say about her in private… Tiffany: I demand to see her wolf! If it's true, she's a daughter of the Moon, her wolf must be the color of one!

She had always thought of Hades as a man, a gruesome monarch of the Underworld, but now she was confused and intrigued. Zeus came forward. "Sister," he said to the goddess, "I did not know you would grace us with your presence tonight." "I thought you all had forgotten about me," the black-robbed goddess spoke, "so I decided to come and see what the special occasion you are celebrating." Her voice was like cold liquid, soft and melodious, but also like a piece of hauntingly sad music. "It's Demeter's daughter coming of age," Poseidon said, "We knew you wouldn't care to join us since you might prefer the company of the dead."

Their silver armour emitted a faint glow of their own and with it the light reflecting off the polished surfaces mades it hard to see past just bright orbs atop beautiful stallions. "They are descendants of Pegasus, the divine horse." Hades is bound to inform as I drool over the winged beauties. "He is Poseidon' son isn't he?" I ask trusting my memory of how Pegasus was the offspring of the Olympian god Poseidon and Medusa, the scary lady having live snakes for hair. I shudder and almost don't notice Hades nod in approval.

Asteria. “The gods have heard your plea. They have answered. I Queen Asteria, Queen of the sirens and daughter of the God Poseidon, grant your wish.” Asteria turns to look at me and nods her head. When she slams the trident into the floor, the energy bursts, sending us all flying across the room. Asteria was the only one standing tall.

I have picked up his mannerisms lately and I chuckle at the realisation. “The hunter’s nearly killed all the dragon shifter’s let’s not forget what they did to the Siren population. Queen Asteria vowed to kill every last man at sea, she won’t change her mind regardless of if the men she kills are hunter’s or not. It is her nature.” I know the stories of the Siren Queen. She is the daughter of Poseidon, or so it is said. I have never met her and I don’t think I ever will. She is a legend and some say a myth.

With that said, he thrust his great trident on the floor, and light exploded, swiping around him as he flew off from Olympus and plunged straight into the sea. Poseidon came to his new kingdom with high spirit. He immediately set about building a huge underwater palace with humongous crystal rocks. There he ordered a great throne made of pearls and coral to be fashioned for him. After the massive amount of work had been done and the god was crowned, King of the Sea, Poseidon needed a queen. Among the maidens that dwelled in his prosperous region, none was more beautiful than Thetis, a beautiful Nereid, the water nymph, known as the goddess of water, one of the fifty daughters of the ancient

His mother let out a shrill, hysterical laugh: "Thalia! Did you sell your soul to some dark god just to shed your mortality?!" Before she could utter another word, Zeus summoned a bolt of lightning that struck her squarely in the chest, sending her flying as she vomited blood: "Dare to insult my daughter again, and I will unleash the fires of heaven to boil your wretched oceans dry!" Realizing my true identity, the Atlantean delegation nearly died of fright, slamming their foreheads against the floor in terrified apologies. Only Orion sat paralyzed on the ground, staring up at me like a broken man, muttering: "The daughter of Zeus... How is that possible...?"

I ask. “I don’t know but just the fact that this happened at the same time that he was there is a coincidence. I can almost guarantee that they are.” She says. “My husband let your brother into our kingdom because he trusts the two of you. You two are the creations of Aphrodite who is the sister to our creator Poseidon.” She says. “I thought Poseidon only created mermaids and other water creatures..” I say.