Novel & Cerita Story Behind Medusa

“It was never abduction. It was a sacred pact forged between our bloodline and the merfolk.” “An ancient curse festers deep within our kin, one only the mermaid race has the power to quell. When your curse erupted years ago, it was Aurora who willingly offered her blood, scales and flesh, time and again, to sustain your fading life. A traitor sabotaged the ritual, which is why we could not return until now.” All strength drained from Lazarus’s frame, and he whispered in a hoarse, broken murmur. “Why… why never tell me?”

Jordan answered her and awaited more of her questions that he was ready to answer. "Why would they steal Medusa's head without the Pandora box?" Tasha asked again. "Medusa was a very beautiful woman that caught everyone's attention when she looked into the forbidden Pandora's box that was brought from the world beyond, she had snakes all over her head and anyone that looked straight into her eyes was going to be turned into a lifeless stone statue, Medusa's head was cut off and put back into its vessel, the Pandora box. “The Pandora box was a vessel for this great power for millennials and now that Medusa’s head is no longer in it, it still has the power to change people to stone but only te

Medusa, a resplendent young demon with blood-red skin and hazel eyes, bowed before him, acknowledging the honor bestowed upon her. "Of course, Your Highness," she affirmed, her voice filled with loyalty. "Now, take her and procure human breast milk, that she may grow and thrive," he declared, tapping Medusa's shoulder. With that, he dismissed her, turning his attention elsewhere. Medusa carried the baby away, settling her gently upon a bed. She fashioned a protective nest of pillows, encircling the child to prevent any mishap. The infant's cries persisted, her tiny legs kicking, mouth agape.

Hades waved his hand, and at the same time, that woman waved her hand to him as well. “Who… oh- don’t tell me.” Something snapped inside him. Something that he had forgotten. Hades’s disinterested face flashed, his pupils creepily dilated when he leaned forward with a purpose snickered. “Yes, do you remember now? Do you?” “Medusa…” “Puhahahahahaha.” All of his indifferent and cold images were changed into a psycho. “Yes, yes. She is your beloved Medusa. The poor woman who was the victim of you all.”

His white shirt got wet by the water making it transperant at the chest area and his hair. Medusa's always been so obsessed with Eros since childhood. Medusa's mom being close to his mother sure did make Medusa to be friends with Eros since kindergarten, her mom being dead in a car crash along with Eros's mother brought them closer. Or she was the only one who thought they were close. Since then Medusa became more possessed about her friend which later turned into an obsession as the days passed. (Present Kiara's pov) "Now how I'm supposed to show everyone that I've changed. Damn it, why is Medusa so shady and darn cruel. She's a psycho." I cursed out loud wailing at my pathetic fate of bein

Ruby said, refraining from grumbling in front of the Goddess. If not for necessity, Ruby would have been reluctant to summon Poseidon. The cursed god raped Medusa, who was assigned to guard the purity of the Goddess Athena. Goddess Athena was furious that Medusa had failed in her duty. She cursed Medusa's hair to become a snake, and anyone who saw her would be turned stone. Ironically, it's always the woman who suffers the consequences of the cruelty of male lust. "Yes... Poseidon has many sins. I apologize on behalf of my husband," the Sea Goddess said lightly, not a hint of burden in her tone.

I couldn't imagine being married to the devil, what a sad life. People like Medusa would have killed Roman a long time ago. I would have to take matters into my own hands. I spent the entire night thinking of a way to get to her but I just didn't know. I didn't even know where she was, whether she was with that man or where. I can't force her to do anything. As much as I wanted to, she was one of the few spirits that I couldn't control and I hated it. She was only special because she came from the family of the Moon Goddess and her father was the ForeWolf.

I'd been a Luna before, but the stress of my adventure after I was asked to step down to be replaced by Kira again, added to the reasons why I would quickly lose interest in positions like this. "I know they exhausted their powers and that's why they can't save those dying. Don't you think it's as a result of the witches fighting back?" I suggested and Medusa quickly said what was on her mind. "Exactly. You've hit the nail on the head. If it wasn't for your daughter, we never would have troubled the witches and they wouldn't have had a reason to attack our wolves." Medusa said, her voice filled with hate.

“You must really like seeing me fall then.” I chuckled. Fun was the least of it. I couldn't handle seeing him fall or get hurt...but he didn't need to know that. “You should ask yourself why you do that often.” I regretted it the moment the words came out. Bitting my lips and watching him, he didn't quite seem bothered. To the contrary, he laughed. “Probably one of the spells you have on me, Medusa.” I lifted a brow at him. “What’s that?” “A witch from Percy Jackson, ” he said with his lips curled up.

My eyebrows furrowed together. "Huh? Who is Medusa?" I asked in confusion. Marga sat down on the bench while sighing, and suddenly, tears rolled down her face. "Medusa is a half-snake and half-human. Her hair is covered with snakes and when you look into her eyes, you will turn into a stone. That happened to those people..." she said while pointing to the statues and wiping away the tears on her face. My eyes widened while looking at the statues. Now I know why the plaza looks abandoned. It reminds them that these statues were once alive.