Poseidon Trial Mga Nobela at Kwento

“It’s done. Control yourself. Let reason lead, the wolf follows. Not the other way around.” I swallowed hard, jaw tight. “And what if it doesn’t? What if I lose control?” My eyes stayed fixed on the body. I lifted my gaze to her, pain burning in my eyes. She looked at me with piercing blue eyes, so awfully similar to his. Persia’s gaze didn’t waver. “He didn’t reject you out of disdain. He feared what you could become. He’s scarred by the past, someone he once trusted, a Luna who betrayed him. Left marks he hasn’t healed from.”

Chapter 20 The Trial Pt 2 As Neptune descends and resumes his seat, his nod indicates his readiness to proceed, and Posiden lowers his hand, signifying the continuation of the trial. With a solemn expression, he signs the crucial question that now lingers in the water, demanding a response from Joe and Bryan. "How do you respond to Neptune's assessment?" Posiden's signs were clear and direct, his gaze focused on the accused, awaiting their defense against Neptune's damning accusation. The fate of Joe and Bryan, as well as the delicate balance between two worlds, now hung in the balance.

Mariah, as stubborn as her mate, shook her head. “Through thick and thin, my love.” Her hand reached for his, squeezing it tightly. “This feeling,” Poseidon clutched his heart. “I’ve felt it before.” Poseidon tried to stand back, but I pulled his arm closer to me. “Where is Uriel?” Zeus waved his hand, standing. “This trial is about her parent’s treatment to her, I would expect to see her since she is a prime witness.” Zeus descended the throne, his blackened robes skimming each step.

The growl was low, too intimidating and I had to swallow the whimper of dread. “You wanna test that?” Sebastian smiled dangerously before taking an attacking step forward. He bundled his sweater up his arms, and Luna whimpered while scurrying away from his flaming wrath. Poseidon erupted from the floor like a rocket before placing himself in front of Sebastian and her wronged mistress, defensively blocking him from reaching her. Something twisted in my chest, and all the air was suddenly too hot to breathe. Poseidon crashed chest-to-chest with Sebastian, a challenge flashing between them. On instinct, I jumped forward.

He ruled the third tier, but I could see how even, Kian Poseidon, he was paying his respect. Kian Poseidon, the leader of the first tier, the strongest tier, his air had a different feeling to it, negative feeling, all death and red and black. He was dark, darker any shade of black I have ever seen. His white skin was just a coating of how ugly his soul his.

Time countdown: 00:06:00} And the 2nd trial began!

"Julian Sterling’s ex, right? I saw the tabloids. He really did a number on you. You look like you’d break if someone sneezed too hard." "I'm not as fragile as I look," Elara snapped, though her heart was hammering. "We'll see," Mira said, her eyes tracking the countdown on the wall. 04:12:08... until the Hunt. "The first trial on the roof was just a filter. It gets rid of the ones who still want to cry. Tomorrow morning, the city becomes a map. We have to reach the 'Extraction Point' across the harbor. There are only twelve spots on the boat. There are fifty candidates in this sector."

Poseidon turns very serious and looks angrily at Daria. “You are by far the worst I could have chosen for this. You had two minions and you let them go. Now you come to me for help and we might get another foul,” Poseidon’s eyes turn red. He knows Hades attempted to tempt Iris to cheat and she resisted. “Another? When was our first?” Daria begins to breath more heavily. “Don’t worry about it, just walk the line,” Poseidon threatens her. Once he closes the connection; he turns to his brother, “I am going to lose, aren’t I?”

"Take good care of her in there. Create an 'accident'..." It was Mrs. Whitaker’s voice. The truth of the Empathy Sync System was revealed in the most brutal, direct, and irrefutable way possible. The so-called kidnapping case collapsed on the spot. The truth was a paid attempt to kill. A globally broadcast trial descended upon them at that very moment.

Minho shouted at the god telepathically. "Oh, hello, there. I see you decided to wake up." Poseidon smirked. Minho slammed his fists against the solid wall, "Why are you doing this?" "Just for an experiment, nothing for you to worry about." Poseidon said, "All you have to do is behave until it is over." Another figure glided into the room. For a beat, Minho's breath caught at that face. But the way it looked at him was different, and the confidence of her every step was dangerous instead of just plain intimidating.