Saint Seiya : Athena Mga Nobela at Kwento

The voice that sounded like Eric’s kept telling me in my head. “Do not listen, Hailey, please listen to me, I am part of you, we are a team. You are strong and beautiful. The Moon Goddess knew how strong you are. That is why she gave me to you as your wolf,” Athena says. But it is as if my brain does not want to believe her. I can just hear Eric’s laugh and his voice. “Please go back, go ask him. Serafino is also waiting for you” Athena’s voice is getting desperate, she is trying her best for me to turn and go back into the house.

He felt like he was drowning in the depths of Athena's eyes, unable to escape the pull of their bond. "What does this mean?" Tristan whispered, his voice cracking with uncertainty. "What have we done?" Athena's response was a soft, enigmatic smile, as if she knew secrets he couldn't begin to comprehend. Tristan's heart raced, his mind stumbling to keep pace with the revelations unfolding before him. Athena's smile deepened, her eyes sparkling with a knowing glint. She reached out, her hand brushing against Tristan's, sending shivers down his spine. "The Moon Goddess, Selene, has bound us together," Athena explained, her voice barely above a whisper. "We're mates, Tristan – partners in every

“Athena… and…” Selene didn’t flinch. “And your serpent?” Aria nodded. “She’s not just my serpent. She’s…” Selene smirked. “A goddess?” “I don’t know,” Aria murmured. “Maybe. Maybe she’s always been more.” Selene’s touch moved to her shoulder, grounding her. “Let them fight over you. Let them dream their dreams. I’ll still be here. When the haze fades. When you’re no longer trembling. When your legs give out from pleasure, it’ll be me picking you back up.”

“We’ll hold the line. Just give the word.” Kael’s wings burst open, molten gold cascading from them. “Let’s light up the sky one last time.” And Sevran smiled faintly, brushing blood from his lips. “You always knew how to drag us into chaos, Selene. Let’s make this one worth it.” Selene closed her eyes, whispering ancient words. The ground beneath them glowed with a circle of white light, the Aether Seal. Streams of power flowed from her four friends, weaving together into her body. Her aura flared, bright, blinding, divine.

I look up in to his violet eyes and I gulp. “300,” I say and Asteria whimpers. “Where there innocents amongst them?” Athena asks and I bite my bottom lip and nod my head. She gasps as her eyes turn white. She raises her hand into the sky and lightning strikes her and she is now wearing a white robe complete with silver armour and a sword in her hand. “They took children? They will hurt innocents to get to her. You watched and allowed it to happen. You are no better than them.” She points her flaming sword at me and I look away.

Athena "Hold on." The woman stepped forward, her eyes fixed on me. My gaze slowly shifted to Azrael, the moment our eyes met, my heart sank. There was no warmth in his expression, only coldness and rage. "I said kill her. Now," he ordered. The warriors charged toward me, raising their swords high, before they could reach me, Fiona flicked her hand. A powerful blast of magic struck them, sending them stumbling backward. Azrael's face darkened. "How dare you, Fiona?" he barked. "Are you defying my order? If you protect this intruder one more time, I will have you executed as well."

And brought him back. Ever since the onyx’s return, no Elite handler has been able to get close to him. Athena approached him slowly. Whispering soft words. “Easy… I won’t hurt you.” She held out her hand. The stallion neighed, stomping and tossing its head violently. Athena gasped startled and stepped back. Her boot catching the edge of the hay pile. She fell. But didn’t hit the ground. Arms caught her. Strong and Familiar.

He’s thrown backward, skidding across the floor, blood spraying from his mouth as he crashes hard. Silence falls. Every eye turns to me. Including Tristan’s. “Athena,” he breathes. “What are you?” I stare down at my hands, glowing faintly, veins illuminated with power that feels ancient and right. “I don’t know,” I whisper. “But I think… I was never meant to be just a mate.” Cassian laughs weakly, blood bubbling at his lips. “The Luna Sovereign,” he wheezes. “I thought your bloodline died out.”