Saint Seiya Zeus Novels & Stories

With Miguel's return to the room, the two could come across two guys standing at his door, one with brown hair in a well-aligned haircut, a shaved beard and standing with his hands in his pockets while the other was talking super excitedly, gesturing a lot. This one had dark blond hair combed back. As Miguel approached the duo, he put his hand on Catherine's shoulder, making her look at him a little scared at first. His hand was warm, and he had to take a step to his side, which made her smell his wonderful scent. It was Miguel's perfume, with a woody odor that matched perfectly with his lumberjack style. The trance in her mind was broken when she heard him introduce her.

To her, He was calm, mature and little bit cold but in reality, He was over obsessive, cruel and darker than the HADES. But for his PERSEPHONE, He could only show his gentle side to her. Because He Was SHIV : The Destroyer ... How's the chapter readers? Thank you ShineeSunshine ♥️

"Why are you doing this? I am your Luna?" Alison Carter, Luna of the Rose Moon Pack, cried while clutching her side. Bleeding from her Alpha's claws. Her red long hair was now drenched with blood. Her sapphire eyes reflected her fear and disgust against the perpetrators.

The man seated on the throne spoke with a maniacal grin dripping with evil intentions. “A powerful Alpha, requires an equally powerful mate, the Moon Goddess has blessed that Omega with the supernatural strength that matches mine, it is obvious that he will be my future Luna.” The raspy voice pronounced, with a snicker.

I looked at her and asked, “How did you know about that? Who gave you that information?” “You’re brother Isaiah, he wants to help you because he feels sorry for what happened that is why he told me the things that might help me diagnose about what is happening to you” I took a deep breath hearing her answer and shook my head while waiting for her to leave because I am not interested in what she is saying. Those pieces of information are not enough. She can’t trick me. Isaiah or Samael is dead. I defeated him and I know it. I saw it with my two eyes and he is not my brother. I don’t have a brother.

She says softly without looking at me. I face Zion once again, forcing him to meet my gaze. He lets out a grunt, tensing beneath my touch, his shoulders heaving as his eyes collide with mine. The blackness in his eyes starts to fade as the amber rings around his pupils glow brilliantly, holding me captive. The intensity of his eyes scorches my skin, cutting through me as sparks fly between us, and I can't bring myself to look away or catch my next breath— let alone blink. Something grips my heart when the color of sapphire blue returns in Zions' eyes .

“We just watch as this one wolf dooms the world we built? We let an entire realm fall to ruin over a single soul?” A rumbling voice cut through the tension. “Are we going to keep aiding one wolf while thousands of others die?” The air crackled as Zeus, king of the gods, rose to his feet. His presence alone was enough to silence the chamber, his piercing gaze sweeping over them all. His golden lightning crown flickered ominously, the power of storms surging within him. Selene held her ground, turning to face him, her expression filled with something raw and aching. “He isn’t just any wolf, Zeus,” she said, her voice trembling with suppressed emotion.

He held my hand as I looked in his eyes. “I know… they eventually will, though I’ve tightened the security. We’ll know if they try to invade.” He sighed taking me away from Elinor’s room. We walked in the office where he sat me down. The reel whirred and I saw the familiar face. “The soul sorcerer has 5 tiers. Poseidon, Hera, Hestia, Demeter, Hades.” Zeus began talking. “All are---” I managed to speak when Arthur intercepted.

"I'll end her myself." Zeus studied him for a long moment, then laughed. A rich sound that seemed to shake the air itself. I looked between them, completely lost. What the hell is happening? "You're exactly like him," Zeus said, silver hair moving in a wind that didn't exist. His eyes swirled with power older than time itself. "His descendants never disappoint." He crossed his arms, golden armor shifting as he moved. "Selene. Enough hiding. Show yourself." Brilliant light shot down from above, piercing the dimly lit room.

He conjured his clothes back to his body; blue tunic strapped only on his right shoulder, his arm bracelets clasped themselves on his arm and his trident, a bronze three-pronged spear appeared in his outstretched hand. He stood up towering over both Ashterah and Octavius, he was so tall his head almost brushed the roof ceiling of Ashterah’s room. With a superior glance at Octavius, he bent his head to kiss Ashterah but she turned her face away and pointed towards the door. Octavius pressed his lips together to keep from laughing and not until Seumas disappear through the door did he let his chuckle out. “Seumas, god of the seas?” “Yes,” Ashterah replied with sass. “I use him to pass time whe