Novel & Cerita Son Of Poseidon

Lydia said. "You don't need to be bothered about that Lydia. Portal or no portal I still have other means to travel to my destination. You've forgotten that I am the god of the sea." King Nile said to his daughter and whistle loudly towards the Sea. A Hippocamp (half horse and half fish) came out of the water and Lydia smiled when she saw the half-horse and half-fish her father uses in traveling in case he doesn't feel like swimming. The Hippocamp swam towards them until it gets to the shallow water, where father and daughter went to meet it and climbed on it.

Once he reached this conclusion his heart froze over, and when the eyes of the blue-haired man turned towards his spying eyes Horus’ skill was forcefully cut off. “Argh,” Horus groaned as he was struck by a torrential headache. He was a god! How could his head ache with his willpower and mental capacity?! “You…how…you did you find Poseidon?!” Yes, that god was Poseidon, ruler of the waves and sea and brother of Zeus! The god who had been missing for so long had finally been found! And it seemed that Loki was behind his return! “Loki…what did he do?” Horus asked.

He turned back, saw my deadpan stare, and dropped the smile. "Ianthe, I'm glad you're being so reasonable. As for your marriage... I have a plan." He walked to the window. "Perseus, the eldest son of Poseidon, has always liked you. Lucian, Apollo's heir, has also shown interest. They are both high-ranking, especially Lucian—" "I'm marrying the heir of Hades." My father froze. "What?" "Orion. The eldest son of Hades. I'm going to marry him."

Searching. "Have we met?" His voice dropped low. Not a polite question. A demand. "No," I said. "I don't think so." "There's a scent on you." He stood slowly, and the full height of him blocked the window light. "A child's scent. Faint. But it's there." My pulse kicked hard. I didn't have a smell any more, but my son did. "My son. He's four. I held him before I came here."

"Tony's features look a lot like Ms. Lloyd's, don't they?" "Someone's got a guilty conscience and won't speak up. Isn't the truth obvious?" I clapped my hands. Security guards entered the classroom and escorted Victor and Samantha to the side. I slowly walked up with Tony in my arms. "Tony, tell them who your mother is." My son blinked his big eyes and said, "My mom's name is Eloise." "Are Daddy and Mommy divorced?" "No." "And what did Mommy teach you to call people who behave like Ms. Yates?"

Rea whispered next to me. “Not by blood. Nikos had an illegitimate son long before Androkles was born. His lover’s husband claimed that son. The man that claimed him and raised him as his own is Lord Melanthios, Lord Zeus’ father. So, in a way, they are brothers through that man." I explained in a hushed voice, trying to follow the fight by sound.

"Why drag me back to this place if you already know I should refuse?" Marcus spoke from behind them, his voice cold and precise. "Because there's only one Alpha powerful enough to break a curse this advanced. Only one whose bloodline is old enough and strong enough to counter whatever dark magic is killing our father." Gabriel closed his eyes, already knowing the name that would come next, already feeling the mate bond twist like a knife between his ribs. "Dominic Ashford," Catherine whispered. "Your mate. The only one who can save your father's life is the man who rejected you five years ago."

That was the second lie. I stayed just long enough to hear the silence. Silence had always been one of Zeno’s loudest tells. Then the water in the wall niche behind them rippled, though no hand touched it, and Amilios said, softer now, understanding settling in his voice, “Oh. That’s a yes.” I left after that, quickly and carefully, like retreat could stop the words from following. His daughter. Zeno had a daughter. I knew that already. Capital gossip had teeth and wings of its own. Lord Poseidon had children—sons, a daughter—a respectable House full of respectable proof that he had done everything Olympus asked of him.

Instantly, they moved aside. “No power, huh?” I asked. Lucas smiled. “No power… but still smart.” Inside the palace of Atlantis, we saw her—Valeria Moreno—on the throne. And beside her… our son. His black wings had grown massive. In his hand, a blue staff crackled with electricity. Valeria laughed. “Come, Sophia! Look at your son—the king of the ocean!” I stepped forward, but my son raised his staff. “Stop, Mother. Grandmother said you want to take my power.”

**Ryder** The son of Poseidon. Does he mean the God Poseidon? “Are you saying you are the half-blood son of the God who talks to fish?” Yes, I had to put it that way. I think it’s safe to say, the Gods don’t seem to favor me at the moment. Why should I show them any respect? “Well, yeah. But he can also do other things. So can I. Watch this...”